I haz teh sad - John Hughes died. He was only 59.
There are not enough emoticons in the world to describe how sad I am, but I will try now.
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I was actually quite fortunate to find out about this this morning by reading this article, which my mom sent to me. Thanks Mom!
It's hard to overstate the importance of John Hughes to America. Rober Ebert pointed out that "The list of films Hughes directed, produced or wrote includes such enduring hits as "Sixteen Candles," "The Breakfast Club," "Ferris Bueller's Day Off," "Planes, Trains and Automobiles," "Uncle Buck," "Some Kind of Wonderful," "Curly Sue," "Mr. Mom," "Home Alone," "Pretty in Pink," "Weird Science," "She's Having a Baby," "National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation," "Beethoven," "101 Dalmatians" and "Baby's Day Out."" That's a lot of fuckin important and good movies right there.
In other news, Mel and Peaches are here, sleeping on the floor right behind me. Long night - went to a house show and sweated/danced our asses off, then the Half Moon, then The Saint, then FUCKING WAFFLE HOUSE YEAAAAAAAAA.
Got home around 5, online for work by 9:30. Working from home is the best invention since the Slap Chop.
2 comments:
i'm a little more than misty eyed at reading about alison. i had no idea how truly wonderful he really was.
I WILL BE IN NEW ORLEANS ON THURSDAY. HOLY COW!
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