A sad day. I'll always think of him with John Cassavetes in Elaine May's Mikey and Nicky and playing himself in Wim Wenders' wonderful Wings of Desire.
Observations from an old cranky jerk who happens to be a professional philosopher. Occasionally philosophical, most often just vulgar. Sometimes focused on sober points of logic and issues in political theory, but more frequently fixed on nonsense. Bad metal bands, crappy guitarists, stupid lyrics, celebrities, pop "culture," telemarketers, irrationality, and other annoyances. Always misanthropic. Anti-religious. Not particularly amusing, either. Some might say insulting. Strange mail. Kook magnet. Doom. Comments from other cranky jerks, young and old.
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Sad day for the trenchcoat,
The true master of deduction.
(Holmes was the master of induction.)
Loved that character--and you beat me to "one more thing" Spiros!
where is the Ryan Dunn has a posse post?
A sad day. I'll always think of him with John Cassavetes in Elaine May's Mikey and Nicky and playing himself in Wim Wenders' wonderful Wings of Desire.
God, I loved him - as an actor and as a character.
serpentine!
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