Archie Andrews will die taking a bullet for his gay best friend.
The famous freckle-faced comic book icon is meeting his demise in Wednesday’s installment of “Life with Archie” when he intervenes in an assassination attempt on Kevin Keller, Archie Comics’ first openly gay character. Andrews’ death, which was first announced in April, will mark the conclusion of the series that focuses on grown-up renditions of Andrews and his Riverdale pals.
Wait a minute, there are gay characters in “Archie.”
This is not the Archie I remember going up with. And he dies!!!
Note to the Discovery Channel: You really should leave sharks alone.
Note to humans: We’re No. 2!
Bill Gates (yeah, the billionaire) says:
This week over at my blog, TheGatesNotes, we’re hosting Mosquito Week. It’s modeled on the Discovery Channel’s annual fear-fest, Shark Week. But compared to mosquitoes, sharks are wimps.
I hate mosquitoes. They drive me crazy. One sent me to the hospital. It was late one night and a mosquito buzzed in my ear when I was home in Staten Island. So I grabbed a newspaper and stalked it as it flew up a wall. It was too high to reach, so I climbed up on a table that broke under my weight and ran a screw into my toe. Since the toe wouldn’t stop bleeding, I drove myself to the hospital, where they proceeded to make me sit in an emergency room for three hours. By the time they got to me. The bleeding stopped and they gave me a bandage.
I never did get that mosquito. Did I say I hate the little bastards? If there’s one animal I’d put on the top of my list for extinction … you guessed it.
… because I figured everyone knew who Mickey Rooney was, so why even bother?
And then I saw this:
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
And this is why I don’t watch television news anymore. I can see maybe one person confusing Mickey Rooney (famed child actor and legendary movie star who died April 6, 2014) with Andy Rooney (famed old curmudgeon and irritating television guy who died Nov. 4, 2011). … No, strike that. I can’t see anyone confusing either of them.
This is Mickey Rooney:
This is Andy Rooney:
Jeez. I know who Lady Gaga and Ella Fitzgerald are.
But one thing for sure. Andy Rooney unlike his television brethren, knew who Mickey Rooney was.
As the promotional material for “The Sixth Extinction” explains:
Over the last half a billion years, there have been five mass extinctions, when the diversity of life on earth suddenly and dramatically contracted. Scientists around the world are currently monitoring the sixth extinction, predicted to be the most devastating extinction event since the asteroid impact that wiped out the dinosaurs.
(First of all, to the creationists: Yes, the Earth is billions of years old.)
But let’s look at what this really means. This is a chart of the total weight of land animals on Earth (via XKCD):
There aren’t that many wild animals left. Human behavior is killing everything. Mass extinctions take thousands of years. None of us will be around when the one we’re currently in is over, but more important, the way things are going, the human species may not exist when this mass extinction runs its course.
Like he says, we spend a tiny amount on foreign aid. And a vast majority of the kids world wide under age 5 die of things that are easily preventable. So there is hope for the future and for more people than you can imagine, things are getting better.
When President John F. Kennedy was killed 50 years ago today, it didn’t happen on live TV. If something like that happened today, there would be thousands of videos taken on smart phones and uploaded on YouTube within minutes.
But people did film the assassination. Home movies. Polaroids. Snaps from Kodak Brownies. It was an overwhelmingly documented event in American history. But the video above from the New York Times by noted documentarian Errol Morris reveals that the video evidence was pretty much ignored by law enforcement on Nov. 22 and the days, the weeks, the months, the years thereafter.
I’ve seen the Cronkite clip before. NBC and ABC are new to me. I was in school at the time. Third grade. Someone talked to our teacher, then she said, “The president has been shot.” The girl in front of me asked: “Is he dead?”
No answer. We were sent home. It was a Friday. Just like it is today. I was eight years old, and I still remember that day and the days that followed.