you know, when you read that James Doohan is in a coma and not expected to recover, you feel a little cheated when, less than two minutes later, you read that he's not comatose. not that i want him to be in a coma. it's just that, when you read the first one, and you start getting all sad and doing the whole "All my childhood heros are going!" thing, but the next moment you know he's ok, that it was just a rumor, you feel like you've been manipulated.

was it really so important to report it before, say, talking to his manager? i enjoy celebrity rumors, of the type concerning who's sleeping with whom, who's been crossdressing, who Prince William has been spotted with, the whole Affleck-Damon rumor that won't go away and things of that nature. they're fun. and they're meaningless (despite Tom Cruise's civil suit). geez, a little fact checking would be nice before you go putting me in a deep melancholy for the day.

on a totally unrelated note, my sisters dropped by on Sunday and told me that Steve from Blue's Clues had died of a drug overdose last week. poor guy. he didn't learn his lesson the first time he died.

my sisters crack me up. i'm glad they didn't tell my nephews.