This morning, I was in the kitchen making coffee when my thoughts idly turned to the Oscars. I was thinking about the last few years and if any good movies actually won anything. The only one I could think of was gay cowboy movie Brokeback Mountain. Which led to more idle thoughts about Anne Hathaway's rack and Heath Ledger's excellent performance in that film.
Now, I'm not usually given to musing about hunky Australian actors, which made Ledger's surfacing from my subconscious and today's news that he's fucking dead all the weirder. I mean seriously: I think of an actor for the first time probably ever and six hours later word gets out that he's dead? I'm no believer in psychic phenomenon but what the fuck? Should I be worried about Anne Hathaway's tits? Should I start thinking really hard about David Caruso when I take a crap tomorrow morning? Jesus.
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