The Futon Report

"I think when you die, your soul goes to a garage in Buffalo.” — George Carlin, 1978

While this bit might be more appropriate for the situation, this is in fact a sportively-themed blogsite, so let’s embed this one:

George Carlin is one of my two favorite comedians of all time. Granted, I only got acquainted with him in 2001 with “Complaints And Grievances” as well as seeing him live in 2003, I quickly became familiar with his earlier work, such as A Place For My Stuff perhaps the world’s only perfect comedy album.

His “Seven Words You Can Never Say On Television” schtick (notice how he never called it “Seven Dirty Words” — that was a media-created title) might have been his Stairway To Heaven, but that bit was merely one of the many ways he criticized our use of the English language (”Try to pay attention to the language we’ve all agreed on.”) It was as if the man just sat down and pored through dictionaries and idioms coming up with ideas.

George Carlin was definitely one of my biggest inspirations. (So if you hate my shit, you know who to blame.) Good sir, I don’t mourn your death — because he certainly doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that’d want us to be sad about a human death — but rather salute your entire oeuvre.