delara, interrupted

Mitch Hedberg, who apparently died yesterday. (No April Fool's joke here.) And I'm weirded out by it for some reason, despite the fact that death generally doesn't faze me. I just feel sad that he died so young.

I had called my brizzo Farren last night coming home from the Pickenses (after having eaten a delicious salmon, potato and asparagus dinner - yummmm!), and as I arrived at home there was a little gift waiting for me from my awesome bro - just a little somethin' somethin' that included, of all things, Mitch's CD/DVD set "Mitch All Together." A super sweet gift since he KNOWS how much I LOVE Mitch's humor. (Recall that I got to see him perform at Zanies last month?) But then... Farren shared that he heard news Mitch had died. And then I was just sad.

So, in honor of Mitch...

"Last week I helped my friend stay put. It's a lot easier than helping someone move. I just went over to his house and made sure he did not load s**t into a truck."

"My sister always wanted to be an actress. She lives in a trailer, so I guess she made it half-way. She just never shows up at the set."

"On a traffic light, green means go and yellow means yield. But on a banana, it's just the opposite. Green means hold on, yellow means go ahead, and red means where the f**k did you get that banana at?"

"I'm against picketing, but I don't know how to show it."

Encore.