Sunrise, Sunset

Wish this blog a mazel tov...my sister got married over the weekend. It was an orthodox Jewish wedding. The bulk of the guests were on the lesser planes of Jewishness, myself included. Because it was orthodox, the men could not dance with the women...all the sexual frustration of an 8th grade dance, but with more beards. Another tradition of the orthodox wedding is a near carnival-like atmosphere as it is the guests' duty to entertain the bride and groom...Cirque 'du Soleil by way of Yentil. Despite the minor culture shock, a great time was had by all. There was much dancing in uncomfortable shoes and, in the end, I have not lost a sister. I've gained...gefilte fish.

In the wake of this new beginning, there is some sad news that needs to be addressed. The comedy world lost one of its pioneers, when Richard Pryor passed away on Saturday. Like most suburban white kids, I wasn't exposed to Pryor growing up. I'm not nearly familiar with his work as I should be. I do know that without him there is no Eddie Murphy, no Chris Rock, and no Dave Chappelle. If comedy was currency, his face would be on the twenty dollar bill. Most of us wouldn't even be on a Chuck E. Cheese token. Do yourself a favor and view The Toy, Brewster's Millions, or any of his movies with Gene Wilder...your retinas will be better for it.

Another passing, that hasn't gotten any major attention, is that of actor Jack Colvin. Who is that, you ask?

LOS ANGELES (AP) — Actor Jack Colvin, best known for his role as tabloid reporter Jack McGee in the 1970s television series The Incredible Hulk, has died. He was 71.

The Incredible Hulk was my favorite show when I was a wee tot. Every week, I'd watch as Mr. McGee got within minutes of sighting his green whale. Mr. McGee, don't make God angry...you wouldn't like him when he's angry. Mr. McGee, we hardly knew ye...

To be continued...