It's so sad about Heath Ledger.

He was such a talented actor on the rise. That he died so suddenly like that must be so devastating for his family.

I'm trying not to jump to the media-incited conclusion that it was a drug overdose, just because he was a movie star.

The headlines scream "Ledger found dead with a bottle of sleeping pills in his room!"

Hell, I have a bottle of sleeping pills in my room. If I turn up dead, I hope people don't assume I overdosed.

Thus, I'll refrain from passing judgment in the absence of autopsy results.

But in the meantime, in honor of Australia, tonight I watched the Australian Open on tv, and had a glass of Yellow Tail Shiraz.

I wanted to make a Vegemite sandwich, but alas, the local Food Emporium doesn't carry Vegemite. So I had to make do with bologna.

And I sent an email to a cousin who lives in Sydney. He and his wife just had a baby. I hope that a dingo didn't eat it.

I thought about trying to throw a telephone at somebody. But as I'm alone in my apartment tonight, there's really nobody here I can target.

Besides, my home phone and cell phone are both pretty small, so I doubt they could do much damage to anyone. I'm sure they'd bounce off the heads of your average tough New Yorker.