Good Stuff. Stolen, unabashedly, from Velociman's blog, the 2009 Dead Pool:
http://www.velociworld.com/A Random Swing of the Scythe
I have my own version of dropping balls to celebrate the New Year, but it takes two to teabag, as they say, so it looks like that nouvelle tradition will die aborning, as I gots no takers.
My predictions for 2009? Nothing earth shattering, so let's just cut to the dead pool:
Joaquin Phoenix: too smart to burn out at 23, too dumb to save himself now
Amy Winehouse: she's already living on transfusions of Tussionex; so skanky I would consider it a personal favor
Ted Kennedy: nothing personal, but Jesus, half his brain's missing
Dyke van Dick: bad rummy; supercalifornicationexpirationdosis
Fidel Castro: Already dead, but the cortege plans with barking seals have been finalized
Olivia de Havilland: anyone who was in Gone With the Wind should be dead already, damn it, and a constant reminder that Viven Leigh's fine ass flamed out too soon
Steven Hawking: an endoskeletonless blob attached to a talking computer; Jesus takes mercy
Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt: smothered to death by attention, and a psychopathic au pair
Bridget Bardot: an 85-pound skin cancer with heavily-mascara'd eyeballs, and an evil castrator of donkeys
Eli Wallach: aye. Tuco is 93, for God's sake. I'm going to miss the old boy, more than you can know. Sniff.
I have Bob Barker and Christopher Lee warming up in the bullpen. Just in case.
