Death meets 70s television

I am back. I can honestly say nothing funny occurred to me this weekend. I have nothing funny to say. I am also not in the mood to tell about my time on the road for GSM. I did see the news this weekend though. It was a tough time for those who spent anytime on television in the 70s. I am now thinking that if you were on television in the 70s and are in your 80s then keep your eyes open as the Grim Reaper seems to be pissed off with your "class".

Word came out that Don Knotts (81), Mr Limpett, Barney Fife and Ralph Furly (Three's Company-70s television), Darren McGavin (83) Carl Kolchak, The Night Stalker, and Dennis Weaver (81), McLeod all died this weekend. The sad part is that both my wife and I thought that Don Knotts was already dead. Oh well, I guess he joins Floyd the Barber in the great Mayberry barbershop in the sky.

I am not sure what, if anything, it all means, but it is something to ponder. Of the three, Don Knotts had the most well known career with work in television and on the big screen. I was not a fan of McLeod and Gunsmoke, so Dennis Weaver had little relevance to me. I did watch McMillan and Wife, once it had gone into syndication. They and Columbo were part of NBC's mystery series. I did like Quincy though, in case anybody was wondering.

The Night Stalker and Carl Kolchak (Darren McGavin) left the most lasting impression. It started as a made for television movie about vampires. It was dark and creepy. It was rather scary as it was dark and mysterious. The series got silly when he would search stories, he was a reporter, about vampires, ghosts, witches and werewolves. It suddenly had a Scooby Doo feel to it, and I could not, still cannot too, stand Scooby Doo, though that Daphne was a cartoon babe, but Velma makes me want to wretch.

In thinking, Velma makes Peppermint Patty from Peanuts look attractive. I do wonder if they were all lesbians. That is the sad thing. Even more sad is that I am coming to the realization that the deaths of Darren McGavin, Dennis Weaver and Don Knotts has me talking about cartoon babes and their sexual orientation. What the fuck is wrong with me? Ciao!