Remember the *original* Superman? George Reeves was his name (pictured at left). I only watched reruns as a kid, because he died before I was born (ok, 2 months before I was born, but still…).

Strange death, too. Some say he was murdered; others say it was suicide. Booze was definitely involved. His blood alcohol level at the time of his shooting death was a staggering .27% (Yeeowza…legal limit is .08%).

Here is a picture of him after he died (courtesy findadeath.com). Although it’s not super-grotesque, don’t click on it if you get all ooky looking at cadavers.

So what really happened to the Man of Steel? Turns out he was rather unhappy at being typecast after Superman was pulled from the air in 1958, but no one around him could believe he would commit suicide because of it. He died three days before a wedding he was very much looking forward to.

The night of the murder/suicide/whatever, he and his fiancee were partying and got a little inebriated. Ok, a lot inebriated (see paragraph 2). George went upstairs to his bedroom, and a shot was heard. When he was discovered on the bed, he’d been shot in the left side of his forehead. Trajectory analysis done much later indicates that it would have been difficult to kill oneself at the angle at which the Luger killed George. Other inconsistencies also existed.

He left no suicide note; he was not despondent or even depressed, according to police reports filed by friends and business acquaintances. He apparently had no reason to off himself. Bizarre. And the world will never know, thanks to the drunken recollections of the party guests (and the fact that most of them, if not all of them, are dead now anyway), and botched evidence at the crime scene.

Ben Affleck actually shone (for once) in his role as Reeves in the 2006 movie about the incident, Hollywoodland.

It’s sad, truly. Guy should have lived a long life and enjoyed a comeback in the 70s or something.

On a brighter note: last Sunday, Amy Winehouse fired her hairdresser. Yikes. Tribble on a ‘roid rage. That’s some scary stuff.

Fink out.

Ok, so there’s some controversy as to whether or not Paul McCartney has had plastic surgery. Look at this picture. What do you think?

(Click for larger view.)

Personally, I couldn’t care less. But I do wonder: if he did have it (and I must say it looks like he has less of a “hooded” look about his eyelids and upper brow line), why is he denying it? There’s no shame in a little face work. When I’m 65, you can bet your life I will be having it.

In Sir Paul’s defense, 2007 wasn’t his best year. Slightly stressful. He also looks as if he’s lost some weight since then. But still, look at the skin around his eyes. For a 65-year-old man, it’s miraculously smooth. I don’t know, maybe he mixes up an avocado-and-yogurt paste every morning to maintain his youthful look.

No matter. He could look like a troll and I’d still think he was divine.

Off to school for a short week. Yay for short weeks. Have I mentioned that this is the last week of school?

Fink out.

Admittedly, I couldn’t pick Kenny Chesney’s music out of a line-up. But I have to tell you I admire the guy.

I guess winning Entertainer of the Year at the Country Music Awards for the fourth straight time gives one some license to opine. Apparently, for the first time in its history, the Country Music Association (or whatever governing body makes the rules for the CMA awards) decided, in their infinite wisdom, to let the fans vote for the top winner. Hey, that’s just like American Idol! Cool! (*sigh*)

What he said about their decision — especially after winning — was gutsy, but right on target:

I don’t think it’s right that they picked the one award that means the most, that all artists sacrificed the most for, and turned it into … a sweepstakes, to seeing who can push people’s buttons the hardest on the Internet. It’s a complete disrespect of the artists. I think because of that, it really diminishes the integrity of the work.”

Whoa-ho, Bru-NO! You tell ’em, little man in overly-large black hat.

I wonder how the CMA people will respond, or if they will at all. No matter, though. Anything that exposes the absolutely embarrassing non-class of American Idol gets my vote. Heh. I made a lil joke there. “…gets my vote.” Get it? I’m punny.