George Carlin was a genius. The Bobby Orr or Mark Messier of disgruntled and surreal humor. His riffs on cliches of language and thought (or more precisely non-thought), his attention to words in all kinds of dimensions, and his riotous stand-up routines are classics of their kind and even a lofty influence on this paltry, hopelessly amateur hockey blog. I can't think of which one of his monologues I like best: is it baseball vs. football, "going for a drive," the 7 Words You Can't Use on Television, or the stuff about death in his final, brilliant (a return to form, really) HBO special? It was all great; rest in (suitably) angry peace George.