...randomness surrounding Guided by Voices, Robert Pollard, and other great indie rock bands; a quasi objective look at "my" sporting teams; the random horror film; plus other crap as we see fit...all with a Pittsburgh based feel.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

R.I.P. Patrick Swayze. Adios Amigo.


He had the ultimate wind-tunnel tested hairdo. The kind of hairstyle you get when you tell the stylist: "I wanna look like a falcon."

Although I never saw Ghost, we all knew he would never put Baby in a corner. He told Keanu Reeves that "it's not tragic to die doing what you love" (which in this case, was dressing up as Ronald Reagan, surfing, and jumping out of planes). He probably had his worst 24 hours when his house was burnt to a crisp by Donnie Darko, only to get arrested for child pornography the next morning.

But the ultimate Swayze moments came as Dalton, the smaller-than-thought bouncer who drives a fancy car, cleans up the riff raff at bars, and insists that "pain don't hurt."



It really sucks when you're too stupid to have a good time.

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