I used to love Night Court and I’m bummed about Harry Anderson dying. It’s strange, I generally don’t comment on celebrity death stories (except for this). I could probably drum up something about childhood and Thursday night sitcoms and watching with my parents but I think I’ll save that for when Ted Danson dies. I guess I’m bummed about Harry Anderson because I didn’t think he was old enough to die. 65? That’s too young. Harry Anderson was just cool. And he belongs in the pantheon of actors who played characters with their actual first names. He should be carved in a mountain with Tony Danza and Charlie Sheen.

Anyway, my friend Pat sent me this article about Harry Anderson, you should read it.

I went to the gym before my improv show tonight to run on the treadmill. The half marathon is a month away and I need to keep training. I’m also running a 10K this Saturday morning but whatever. So, I was running on the treadmill, trying to find the Mets game but I guess Blink doesn’t have SNY, so I settled on Boomerang on BET. There are two things that I love about Boomerang. First, Halle Berry gives a great speech to Eddie Murphy after he returns to Robin Givens and since I didn’t have headphones, I got to read the captions. “I’m so sick of men talking about love like it’s some disease you just catch. Love, should have brought your ass home last night.” And she jabs her finger in his forehead as she says the line. It’s awesome. Second, I kind of love how Halle Berry was the plain woman in the movie just by not being Robin Givens. I think it would be the first and last time she would play that part.

And so ends my Wednesday of early nineties entertainment musings. Namaste.