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When I woke up this ~~morning~~ afternoon, I came downstairs and Gina and Erin and Steph were watching tv, and they told me, "Robert Palmer is dead."

Then, while I was sorting that out in my caffeine-deprived brain ("Robert Palmer... Robert Palmer... Addicted to Love guy? Yeah. Yeah."), Steph said, "And George Plimpton."

Only I thought she said George Clinton, and I cried, "Oh NO! That's horrible! Oh no!!! Not George Clinton!!" and they all said, "No, George PLIMPTON" and I said, I said: "Oh thank god."

Which is horrible because I bade him no ill will whatsoever. In fact, I used to really enjoy his work on the Disney Channel's Mousterpiece Theatre. (Okay, that was the only thing I really knew him from.)

But it was just the thought that The Funk was gone. You know, because we really DO need The Funk.

Anyway. People really do need to stop dying. All around the world, not just famous people. Although I guess the population pressure would result in the collapse of civilization. Dammit.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:07 AM | shower me with attention