Kathy and I gave up cable a few months ago, so we could pay for the wedding. The TV reception here is horrible unless you live on top of a hill (which we don't), so our TV options the past few months have been limited to videos and DVDs. As you can imagine, we (or I) have felt pretty isolated on occasion when something newsworthy happens. Like I've felt this morning.
When I got to work this morning, I opened up my e-mail and the first thing I saw was that Johnny Cash had died last night. This wasn't entirely unexpected, but it was still a downer. I can remember growing up listening to Johnny Cash constantly on my parents' stereo. There was one Cash record they had which I wore the grooves off of. I eventually learned all the lyrics of every song on that record. He was a man of many dichotomies, and was one of the people I wish I could have met while he was alive.
A couple of minutes later, as I was talking to someone at work about this, someone else came in and said that John Ritter had passed away. He was working on the set of his new series and collapsed of a burst aorta. Unexpected and pretty sad.
Then as I was talking to my assistant editor about all this, she informs me that US troops accidently opened fire on a group of Iraqi policemen chasing some bandits and killed 8 of the officers. I'm just wondering how soon the bar on the corner opens up. Anyone want to do some vodka shots with me? :(
God, I need cheering up.