When good dogs do sad things.

Ok, I guess I'm sick of Charlie Sheen too. It's fascinating, the way exposure affects your favor among the masses. People who successfully stay alive in the realm of popularity pop up every once in a while to remind you, "Hey, I'm a genius" or, at least, "Hey, I am famous." Steve Martin and Beck and Paul Thomas Anderson and John Travolta and Marisa Tomei and Foo Fighters do this perfectly. It may be three or four years between books or albums or movies, but they leave you wanting just long enough before you forget them completely. Talent helps. Then there are those who snatch onto fame and run it full speed until people just get bored. Where the fuck is Paris Hitlon? Again, talent helps.

But this is rare. Charlie Sheen has been famous ever since his dad and brother helped him get into the business. He was outstanding in Ferris Beuller's Day Off. Also, The Chase was a movie that he was in. He hat the Hot Shots and Major League movies, and probably some other stuff. But the point is that he was on a great pace. He was in stuff every year or couple years, his name was always known. His talent is undoubtedly above Paris Hilton's, but how far above is a topic for another debate.

Back to the point, here. He was on a good pace, then just spiked. He was the highest paid actor on the worst/most watched sitcom on television. He was like Ted Danson! (Ted Danson, another great example of someone who knows how to pace himself.) And now, with television and radio interviews as many as five times a day, for a week or however long it's been, he is using up everyone's attention.

Most people have one thing. Well, most people have nothing. But most musicians have one big song. The smart, talented ones stay alive by slowly, steadily producing over years. Charlie Sheen was doing it. He was doing lots of drugs, too, sure. But he was balancing the tightwire of fame very well. Now, with all this jumping up and down, he is not only losing balance, but the crowd will be out the door before he falls off.

It takes a few things for someone to unfollow a person on twitter: shameless self-promotion, over-posting, of course. Charlie Sheen? I unfollowed him because it's no longer funny when the guy is in on the fact that he's the joke.

The first few radio and tv rants were geniunely interesting because they showed a man in a rare manic state, allowing everyone to watch. It was pure reality. Human drama. Now, he's selling fucking t-shirts.

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