Is it wrong for me to be sad at the passing of Dennis Hopper and how much less cool a world it will be without him in it…
…and yet give the passing of Gary Coleman about as much attention as I would the death of some friend of a friend of a friend?
I mean its not like I’m glad Gary is dead. I thought Different Strokes was an entertaining show even if I did get sick of the “Whatchoo talkin’ about Willis?” line after a while. I thought it was sad about his anger issues and self loathing issues and the fact the other two folks who were child stars along with him in the show had effed-up lives with one committing suicide and the other in and out of jail.
And it’s not like Dennis was any saint. Drugs, booze and general madman behavior—Crazy talk—Batcrap wild persona—Weird ass roles in movies. And yet to me he’s an artist whose loss will be keenly felt while Gary is a blurb in People magazine.
See this is what happens when the kids actually leave me alone for 20 minutes and I start thinking about things other than pullups and feedings and who needs to go the urgent care unit for stitches today….