Rant #2,324: Talk Talk

Today, March 5, is the 64th day of the year.

This means that we have 301 more days until 2020.

Whoopee doo!

I have nothing else to say today ...

Not true, not true at all.

Time for a stream of consciousness Rant, so here goes--

First of all, the article that I had published in Newsday on Sunday had one tiny error, something I didn't even know about until one of the people who read the article brought it to my attention.

Here are the before and after photos, only in the online edition. Do you see something different between the caption from the first and the caption from the second, updated version?

In the first version, the caption said the photo was from the 1970s.

That was just so incorrect, it was from 1966, when the show first debuted on NBC!

This information came from the esteemed Getty Images, so why should Newsday quibble with it?

The second photo had its caption slightly altered when I brought it up to the newspaper, so that the date was removed.

Again, minor quibbles, and it does not detract at all from what I wrote.

What else can I pontificate about today?

Well, I have to go to the dentist today, which, quite frankly, is like pulling teeth for me.

I have to get a cleaning, which I am looking forward to like getting bronchitis.

Oh yes, I had bronchitis already, just a few weeks ago.

But what I did not tell you then is that right after the bout of bronchitis and right before I had my stomach ailment, my crown on a tooth on the right side of my mouth fell out.

Heck, I wasn't even eating anything on that side!

But it just popped out, I did not swallow it, and I rushed to the dentist, only to be told that the crown I had could not be used again.

The dentist put in a temporary crown, and now I have the pleasure of the next two Tuesdays--today and on March 12--spending time after work getting my teeth worked on: today a cleaning, next week to get my permanent crown (no such thing based on my personal experience) put on.

Onto the next thing--

Yes, I know that Luke Perry suffered an untimely, and kind of sudden death yesterday.

He died at just 52 years of age from the effects of a massive stroke.

Why are people so young suddenly getting strokes? I have no idea, but I did hear this morning on the news that it is because the risk factors of strokes are coming earlier in Americans, including obesity, but I don't buy that. What about in the generations prior to the recent ones where people ate what they wanted, smoked like fish, and generally abused themselves willingly?

Where were the strokes then?

In older people, so I think it all has to do with work stress, family stress, and overall stress.

We have to acknowledge that people cannot--and more importantly, should not--go 25 hours a day anymore. One has to slow down, which is something I am learning right now.

But back to Perry ...

I am sure thousands of people will reminisce about Perry as I did about Peter Took, and that is fine. One heartthrob of one generation and another heartthrob of another generation, leaving us back to back ... yes, it is very sad.

Me, I never really watched anything with him in it, so I am a true outsider looking in on this situation, knowing his name, knowing who he is, but not knowing his work really well.

He had that look though, which is very hard to define, but it is something that puts certain actors over others, and he certainly had his popularity for a spell, didn't he?

R.I.P., another one gone before his time.

Now what else can we talk about today.

If it's Tuesday, this must be Belgium.

Nah, that is taken already by a Suzanne Pleshette movie from the 1960s. and quite frankly, it makes no sense anyway ... unless you see the movie, I guess.

Other than that, I have nothing else to talk about today, but I promise that tomorrow, I will have plenty more to say.

So I will speak to you again on the 65th day of the year--

And on Wednesday, we will have just 300 more days to go until 2020.

I like that nice, round number better than 301, don't you?