Yesterday 10 years ago your blue reporter was shocked to find that John Candy had been dead for almost 20 years.. It’s time for a recappuccino.
May 15, 2013, 4:40 am
Today your blue reporter was shocked to find that John Candy has been dead for almost twenty years. That made me stop in my tracks. Twenty years already. How about that? He died on March 4, 1994, at the age of 43—which is what I will be next month when the new Superman movie comes out. If that ain't a sobering thought, I don't know what is.
John Candy. He was one of my heroes in the eighties. The world had never heard of hybrid cars or non-medicinal tablets or email or Facebook or Tweety's tweeds. No, I don't miss that decade. Not on a daily basis at least. I mean, people's sense of dress back then should be left out of our children's history books and I don't get all excited when I hear Was Not Was singing, 'Open the door, get on the floor, everybody walk the dinosaur. Boom boom acka lacka lacka boom.' The only thing that hasn't changed is politics. It's still a dirty rotten game. But back then we had John Candy, Tom Hanks, Bill 'Stripes' Murray, Leslie Nielsen, Steve Martin, Goldie 'House Sitting' Hawn (see, I'm no sexist!), and even Eddie Murphy was still funny singing I don't know what the hell he was singing right
here but it sure sounded great to my stupid teenage ears. His friend Michael Jackson still sang live and didn't rob me of a freakin' $80 the way he would in the nineties to have me watch him p.l.a.y.b.a.c.k. That made me so grumpy. It felt exactly like that time when my ex-girlfriend faked an orgasm and wrote about it in her diary, which I stole from her and burned. She beat moaning Sally to the punch, I tell ya.
Good Writing Rule Number One: Don't digress. Back to Candy. No, of course I don't mean Candy Crush. How you been paying attention? Don't tell me it's got you completely hooked like that woman who sleeps in my bed while I snore Amadeus on the couch downstairs. Wait a minute. It suddenly occurs to me that the reason my downstairs neighbors have so much loud-pounding sex is not because they love each other's naked bodies so much. It's because my snoring keeps them awake all night and they've got nothing else to do. See, I knew writing this post would somehow be totally enlightening.
And wherever you are, John, you are being missed. Now sing along: 'Boom boom acka lacka lacka boom...'
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I am enlightened.
ReplyDeleteHard to believe he's been gone that long. Might have to go watch Space Balls now.
Barf! Ludicrous speed!!
DeleteHa I recently watched ‘The Great Outdoors”while home sick. Some really hilarious scenes. That big bear…haha…
ReplyDeleteYes, that's a funny one. My favorite movies of his are Planes, Trains and Automobiles and Uncle Buck.
DeleteHello True. How are you? Did you say homesick?
I am more often surprised that some celebrities are still alive!
ReplyDeleteGive me an example. Howdy Dezzz.
DeleteMeg Ryan, Jack Nicholson, some of the older ones... I live in a belief that some of them died years ago and then they turn up alive. I was convinced that Gene Hackman died and then saw him very old recently in a tabloid. A lot of the 80s stars who have gone missing.
DeleteSo true. It's a sobering thought that a whole generation we called stars is disappearing.
DeleteI agree on people's dress sense back then. What's worse is some of my uncles are still stuck on that. Pleated pants a size too big. Shirts two sizes too large they drown in them. Don't even get me started on the makeup up and hair. There's a lady on my FB who still has that hair, eyebrows, eye shadow and lipstick! The mullet. I know a couple of them who've made an identity of that style. I actually don't mind them.
ReplyDeleteAll that aside, I loved growing up in the 80s. Things of the 70s were just "5, 10 years ago". Oh the music! Life was what they tell you it is. Ignorance was bliss.
those days. More and more. They can keep the haircuts.
DeleteIt’s becoming harder and harder for me to remember who has died and who’s alive!
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean.
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