Monday, June 23, 2008
R.I.P. George Carlin.
You formed my entire sarcastic analytical outlook on life.
Your albums got worn smooth from repeated plays over and over.
I met you in an elevator in the 4 Seasons Toronto 18 yrs ago and was dumbfounded as you were standing there with a little white dog that you'd think you'd do a routine about.
I didn't know what to say to you, it was just me, you and the dog in a long elevator ride down.
I instinctively said "Hey, that's a pretty mellow dog."
You said "He's a very well adjusted dog."
Then I waited, not wanting to be another gushing fanboy, til just before the elevator doors opened and looked him in the eyes and said, "Mr. Carlin, I just want to thank you for all the work you've done, I've been a huge fan of yours almost my entire life."
He said "Well thank you very much".
And away we went on our separate ways.
I'm punching out now....