Goodbye George.

This is not the way I wanted to start a Monday.I drove in to the station this morning in a great mood.  Fantastic weekend, I was rested (mostly), and ready to take on the challenges of a new week.Then Nutter dropped the bomb on me..."George Carlin's dead."I know, I seem a little maudlin about the whole thing.  But to me, the man really was a legend.  I had never seen him on stage, but held out hope that some day I could.  He was much, much more than a stand-up comedian.  He was a wordsmith.  The way he played with language was like the way Picasso played with a brush...Carlin could paint an idea with a few well-placed words.  He would make you laugh, but he would also make you think.  He was the voice of common sense in a world that was insane.  The one monologue that I think most people remember of Carlin's is the famous "Seven Dirty Words" bit.  To this day, many folks think that the FCC actually has a list of seven words we can't say on the air.  That's not actually true, there is no such list...but let a DJ just try to say one of those words.  What Carlin did is point out the absurdity in the situation...that words would be so bad as to be outlawed.  No subject was off limits to him, whether it was government, religion, or having some place to put your stuff.Oh, and about my day being ruined?  I can just hear what Carlin would say about that..."Your day?!?!  What about mine?!?"Rest in peace, funnyman.