Why Why Why
Oh, Dane Cook! Why are you so hot?! My GAWD. I read an article about the Teen Choice Awards, which he co-hosted with Jessica Simpson. They had a photo of him, in there, with his bulging biceps and a tan. Christalmightysugarsmacks, that guy is eye candy, big-time.
It helps that he is one of the funniest comedians I have seen for a long time, and reasonably intelligent. But hot...so hot. He should have a decent career.
I browsed over to his site, and listened to one of his podcasts--"danecasts"--in which he basically sat and listened to music and answered fan mail. Yeah, we like the same music. He hit a fairly obscure Weezer tune on his iPod Shuffle during the cast, and it happened to be from the album that is in my CD player right now. He was singing along, which is entertaining enough. The fact that he has good taste in music certainly raises his score, in my book.
Enough frivolity. Let's move on.
My new beau reads my journal. I find that so charming. His IP address is in the top 25 of my stats--right up there with the Google bot, my own IP, and the addresses indicating CB's network, my office, and Rasputin's. It's a place of honor, really. Heh. He says nice things about my writing, and I think that's great. I just hope he digs deep enough to realize that I'm not entirely nuts.
I used an old-fashioned term, just there, to describe the guy. It's an odd state of flux that we are in, which precipitates the use of cautious language. We just met. He is really neither friend nor boyfriend, nor much more than someone that I just met. But he's hot, so I take steps not to offend or categorize. I'm so transparent, am I not? I'll be moreso, if you read in here. I have no wiles or guile.
I stumbled upon a sad story when I looked up Andy Dick on IMDb. I was curious about the guy, because he's a fixture of the Comedy Central roasts, and he gets picked on horribly. His bio said that he was friends with Chris Farley, Phil Hartman, and David Strickland. Phil Hartman was murdered by his crazy-ass wife in 1996. Chris Farley died of an overdose in 1997. David Strickland committed suicide by hanging himself with a sheet in a hotel room in 1998. As a matter of fact, Andy Dick was out on a drinking binge in Las Vegas with David Strickland the night before he killed himself.
The sad story is not even about Andy Dick. It's about David Strickland. You probably never heard of him, because he killed himself, just before his big film debuted. Well, not so big film, Forces of Nature. That movie was a piece of shit, so his suicide after the release would have been more understandable. But his career was just beginning to roll. He was dating Tiffany-Amber Thiessen, who is a piece of ass, if I may say so. You'd think his life was okay, looking in from a distance. The problem? Yeah, David Strickland was bipolar.
Why would a bipolar man go on a drinking binge, in the first place? Bad idea. Maybe he was a rapid-cycler. I'll never know, but the story is a sad one. You see so much potential gone to waste.