tom_noonan raze i was thinking about your absurdly perfect line reading in a scene from the second "robocop" film. you know the part i mean. i looked you up online to see what you were working on and learned you died on valentine's day. something tells me someone who was as committed as you were to peeling back every layer of superficial bullshit to reveal the human heartbeat behind each story you told would have found that funny in a morbid sort of way. most people knew you as an actor if they knew you at all. and you were great in everything you graced with the strange beauty of your presence, whether it was "manhunter" or "bullet in the brain". but i'll always remember you as the writer of small, unsung films that dared to dig into what it is that makes us who we are. i remember being thirteen years old and catching "what happened was..." on tv without knowing a thing about what i was about to watch. it made me uncomfortable. and yet i couldn't turn away. i want to see it again. to learn something new about the scars i have now. i want to call out to two bruised people struggling to connect. to tell them they're not alone in what they feel. even if they're only fictional characters on the other side of a screen and they won't hear a thing i say. 260303 what's it to you? who go blather from