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Good Fucking Riddance, 2004!

Glancing at the paper this morning, they showed all of the celeb deaths this year. As usual, it seemed like a lot.

Orbach went to Waukegan H.S. and attended N.U. for a year. Not important, but just kind of, 'huh.'

And speaking of dead celebs, we watched Bad Santa last night. John Ritter was fun in that. So sad.

And speaking of near-dead celebs, is seems Jet Li used some of his action skillz to leap over the tsunamis with his daughter or something - they were in The Maldives.

And speaking of dying celebs (sort of), is seems The Sun-Times building wasn't happy about being dismantled to make way for the Trump Tower and decided to start on fire. Workers with blow torches actually had something to do with it, too. The fire was struck with only minor smoke inhalation suffered by two firefighters.

Not really related to most of the above, but this morning I thought of my Official Theme for the next few days; "Good Fucking Riddance, 2004!"

2004, The Year that Blew.

I can't write anything substantial because my mind is totally staggered by the tsunami numbers - up to 115 THOUSAND people dead, with the numbers expected to rise. I can't even wrap around that. So I can't be serious. All I can do is babble about celebs.

Nope, still not ready for a Year in Review message. Maybe this weekend. The following is just a few notes to myself:

Good:
Births - Delaney, Marisa, Jellybean(?), and others.
New job for Amy
New puppy.
New camera.
New Car.
Pilot's license.

Bad:
Death
Death
And tons more death.
Unemployment for a poor man whose son was killed by a spineless hit-and-run driver.
Cancer diagnosis for family, friends, etc.
Heart problems.
Did I mention death?

Ok, enough for now.

Geh.