I never thought I'd be adding to the milestones listing, but...DAMN! I'm just finding this out right now! He died yesterday at the age of 73, suffering from a year-long bout of cancer.

I seriously LIKED dude. He was a true artist to his craft, straight up to the end. No matter what he was in, he gave it 100% and made his character sing. And his direction was on a similar wavelength.

Most of all, he just had that..."stuff." You know? That stuff you can't put a name to. I liked listening to him talk, even when he's not central to the movie or whatever, it was cool to hear him speak.

Sidney, you're appreciated in this guy's heart. I hope I'm half the artist in my craft that you were in yours when I pass on this mortal bridge. R.I.P.

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Latrevo ta megala stithi!

"When men worship me because of my breasts, I feel that I am an embodiment of the goddess that has become...a part of our collective human soul." — Chloe Vevrier

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RIP Sydney

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~

Sydney Pollack was one of the biggies - Dustin Hoffman in "Tootsie", Redford and Streisand in "The Way We Were", Redford and Streep in "Out of Africa", and "They Shoot Horses, Don't They?" with Jane Fonda.

R.I.P. sir.

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Eudaimonia

Oh man, I guess I've been more out of touch than I realized. I didn't know a thing about this until just now.

R.I.P. Mr. Pollack and thanks for all of the incredible works you produced.

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It takes a gutless mouse to play only when the cat's away.

No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever. ~~ Francois Mocuriac

Confucius say, "He who masturbate into cash register come into money."

An optimist looks at the glass and says it's half full. A pessimist looks at the glass and says it's half empty. A Cubs fan looks at the glass and says, "When's it gonna spill?"

Deus Impetitio Esuritori Nullus