i think he's dead, but i could be wrong. i also don't know his name (see above), so that makes researching this kind of problematic. regardless, i was thinking about maybe-dead movie-trailer-voice-guy...
then i remembered phil hartman and how much voice-land changed without him. what a voice. what a hair-do. big fan!
please see fan-art below. please.
my phil hartman looks a little like stephen harper. perhaps i can re-use this tribute when he kicks the bucket; ideally this will be sooner rather than later.
it is now lent, people.
40 days of cruddery. i don't even believe in god. i only give up chocolate though, so it's very non-committal. shocking. plus on tuesday (fat tuesday, of course) i ate a cadbury creme egg, some mini eggs, and a drink involving kaluha. i am stocked up on chocolate for a while.
i am considering incorporating a hair shirt into my lenten sacrifices (ah comfort, the greatest of sacrifices to be sure!) i think the whole exercise is just a feeble attempt to re-direct my guilt about regular things. it works surprisingly well if you just let it. just let it happen.
i had a dream i was in the sun the sun the yellow hot hot sun and i was squinting. it was sweet. i could see the freckles on my nose in the corners of my eyes.
i am ready for summer. temperature wise anyhow. everything else? maybe, not-maybe.
