Another day, another dead dysfunctional actor.

In this post: Addiction, Spam.

While I wait for Sam to get home from work I have one thought to share with you. CAN WE STOP OBSESSING ABOUT PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN?

Do we really need six to eight stories ON EVERY NEWS WEBSITE IN THE UNITED STATES speculating about Hoffman’s life, his last hours, his talent, his “eerie last photo” and the $1,200 he withdrew from the bank on the day he killed himself? Bottom line: IT DOESN’T MATTER. Philip Seymour Hoffman was just another entitled, overpaid, dysfynctional actor who had every imaginable advantage, wasted his dough on drugs and died. I’M DONE. It’s only been two stinking days and we’re already sailing past the Heath Ledger/Cory Monteith threshold.

On a more cheerful note, my very first can of Spam — with real Hormel Bacon! — was delivered today from Wal-Mart and I can hardly wait to try it. I’m thinking about Spam and scrambled eggs for lunch tomorrow and maybe I’ll even make enough to share with Sam and trick him into giving it a shot. I know ... I’ll tell him it’s WAFFLES! Stay tuned for a product review, coming soon.