tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38774936.post6778222481365124102..comments2008-06-28T22:44:20.656-05:00Piercehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650173927932329844noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38774936.post-41365071356415547692008-06-28T22:44:00.000-05:002008-06-28T22:44:00.000-05:00I am completely jealous that you were able to see him perform live. A few years ago he was playing Chinook Winds (or maybe Spirit Mountain) and I tried to get up there for the show, but I just couldn't. School schedule and ride issues, ugh...<BR/><BR/>Carlin is responsible for a large part of my vocabulary, one of the benefits of listening to him way earlier than I ever should have been allowed to. Sadly I rarely get to use "sprunt" in my day to day...I need to hang out with a different crowd maybe?<BR/><BR/>I do answer the question "how are you?" with "I'm not unwell, thank you" constantly. Also I am incapable at this point of discussing religion and praying without bringing up Pesci.Piercehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02650173927932329844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38774936.post-82631141299757588762008-06-28T21:00:00.000-05:002008-06-28T21:00:00.000-05:00Sad, sad news. He was thee master of combining, well, just about everything including the English language, religion, hypocrisy, household appliances, and everything in between. I was lucky enough to see him 4 times here in Spokane in the 90's...he was incredible live. And he introduced the word "sprunt" into my vocab. Thanks George...The McGuffinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16058154425116248048noreply@blogger.com