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Guilty.
Just smile when ya say it. :D |
Yes master.
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Don Pardo, NBC announcer, SNL announcer for all but one year is dead at 96.
I remember him more the sign off at the end of each SNL. "This is Don Pardo speaking." And, after that, occasionally, you'd get the sly, just-a-little-drawn-out "Good niiiight". Only two people ever had a lifetime contract w/NBC, Bob Hope, and Don Pardo. |
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By a damn sight, I'd say.
But, then, I've never been divorced. Or married. |
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I can't comment more on suicide than I did in another thread ... all I know is that, sometimes, the compulsion is virtually irresistible. It's a horrible thing. I will never regard it as selfish, only as tragic. |
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And how is it that you are comparing suicide with divorce as a function of selfishness? Do you not see either tragedy in any other way? |
Maybe his wife has filed and he thinks she's being selfish? :rolleyes:
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YMMV, your mileage may vary, when it comes to divorce... and most other of life's potholes.
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For some people, suicide is a deeply selfless act. If depression has convinced them that they are a burden on their family, that the world would be a better place without them in it. For some it is less a case of life is not worth living so much as they are not worthy of life; or that their death will bring peace or a lessening of trouble to thier family.
Depression does seriously weird things to a person's perceptions of the world and their place in it. Suicide can be selfish - fear of the horror of a debilitating illness, inability to see a way forward from the point that they are at, the yawning howl of bleak nothingness opening up in front of them. That kind of tunnel vision that doesn't allow you to see to the side of you, but just straight ahead along a path that can only end one way. But we are all selfish at times- it comes from having a self. |
James Alexander Gordon.
Read the football scores for 40 years. I think most people in Britain over 30 heard his voice at least from time to time. And many of us (especially those with parents who did the Pools) heard him every week for our whole childhood. His was a beautifully modulated voice, even in ordinary conversation. And his reading of the scores was a masterpiece of controlled oratory. In a time before mobile phones, satellite TV, immediate communication between cities even 20 miles apart he was so important. Even after all of those became the norm, people would press their radios to their ears, listen on their iPods, tune in on the radio in the coach on the way home just to hear the comforting sounds in his voice and the scores all across the country. JAG RIP. A true gent and master of the airways. |
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