Monday Musings…


I wanted to avoid the news as much as possible since there’s nothing being talked about, save for the Stupid Stump and how outraged people pretend to be over everything he says – as if anything that he says is shocking anymore. It would be like expecting a member of the Ku Klux Klan to say something positive about Black people! The joke’s over, folks…it’s time to call that racist shitbag what he is. He isn’t fit to be President, and people who believe that he should be have some serious issues. I know of two people, personally, who actually say that he’s the “right man for the job” – needless to say, I am not going to visit them, or have them over, anytime soon…if ever again!

I also have to hear about more shootings in Chicago. 19-year-old Quintonio LeGrier and 55-year-old Bettie Jones were shot and killed by police, who were supposedly responding to a domestic dispute between Quintonio and his father. Bettie was a downstairs neighbour. Tamir Rice, the 12-year old boy who was murdered by a cop, will also see no justice…his killer gets to walk free and clear, just as the filthy murderer of Trayvon Martin has gloated and laughed every day since his acquittal.

The young ladies abducted by Boko Harm have been gone from their families and loved ones for 623 days, now. My heart breaks for them…it’s closing in on two years of hell for them.

No, I’m not depressed or in a bad mood – I’m just reflecting on goings-on as the year comes to a close. Just because I get focused on, and involved with, my own personal projects, doesn’t mean that I’m not thinking about other people who are important to me, or things that impact my life positively or negatively.

I will be relaxing and reading more this week, gaming (of course), and posting here and there when I’m able to! Minor glitches are still occurring, but nothing that I can’t manage and work through. I have a couple of great posts lined up for New Year’s Eve…I hope that you all enjoy reading them as much as I’ve enjoyed composing them!

Last, but certainly not least, I wanted to note two passings. First, that of a talented, legendary, genius of an athlete and comedian – Meadowlark Lemon. He rose to fame with the Harlem Globetrotters, and passed away today at the age of 83.

Second, frontman for the heavy metal band Motörhead, Lemmy Kilmister, passed away today at the age of 70. It was only two days after he received a diagnosis of a particularly aggressive cancer – he had turned 70 on 25th December.

Rest in peace, gentlemen – in your individual ways, you brought joy to millions, if not billions, of people.

Remembering Robin Williams

Robin McLaurin Williams: 21 July 1951 – 11 August 2014

Ah, me…. My heart aches today, following the news of the untimely death of actor, comedian, and comedic genius Robin Williams at the age of 63. The funnyman who was beloved by many and who made countless people laugh, took his own life yesterday. From the BBC:

“US actor and comedian Robin Williams took his own life at his California home, police have confirmed.

Marin County Sheriff’s Lt Keith Boyd said Williams, 63, had been treated for depression and killed himself by hanging.

The entertainer was last seen alive by his wife on Sunday evening, and was found dead at about noon on Monday, Lt Boyd said.

Tributes have poured forth from President Barack Obama and others.”

Words fail me at the moment…Robin Williams has been a screen presence for me during my entire lifetime, and I’d just heard that he was working on a sequel for the film Mrs. Doubtfire – I’d idly wondered out loud to my husband what the premise would be. Would ‘Daniel’ reprise his role as the matronly Brit for one of his grandchildren? There were three kids involved in the first film…IIRC, ‘Liddie’ was the oldest of three, so it isn’t a far stretch to presume that ‘Mrs. Doubtfire’ would reappear to help her with her own marriage and child-rearing issues. The end of the original film had him hosting a children’s show at the end, so anything’s possible in the land of make-believe.

Digressing…I grew up watching Mr. Williams in his role as the alien named Mork, from the planet Ork, in the series Mork & Mindy. I admit to having had a tiny, 6-year-old crush on the guy with the twinkling blue eyes; the shaggy, unruly mop of brown hair, who sported rainbow-coloured braces (also known as suspenders) and would declare “Nanu, Nanu!” in a semi-robotic voice – that statement was essentially like ‘Aloha’ is to Hawai’ians.

The first movie role I saw him in was when he starred in the movie Popeye, which was what we call a “live-action” film in these modern times. For the nimrods out there, “live-action” is essentially when a fictional character, depicted only in animated cartoons, graphic novels or ‘comic books,’ is brought to life and “made real” with living actors and specific special effects. Transformers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Superman, Batman, and X-Men are but a few examples of this. I thought that the movie was good, and Robin perfectly captured the essence of the squinting sailor with the bulging forearms and obsession with spinach.

The next role I saw him in was The World According to Garp, which was a fairly obscure rendition of an equally obscure book; I read the book not long after I saw the movie, which came out in 1982 – the book was originally written in 1978, but the cover was updated to show Mr. Williams as the title character after the movie was released.

I haven’t seen a lot of the movies he was celebrated for, such as Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting, Good Morning Vietnam, Patch Adams, or Birdcage, but I thought that he was great in Jumanji, Mrs. Doubtfire, and of course, the voice of the djinn in Disney’s adaptation of Aladdin. I thought he did some fantastic work in other small-screen roles, including some notable appearances in Homicide: Life on the Street and Law & Order: SVU.

He was one of few celebrities that I found likable in a completely human way, beyond the lights and cameras of Holly-white. He was open about his struggles with cocaine, alcohol, and depression. That is the price of being a genius: we creative sorts want to rise above the pain and chaos of humanity by offering something joyful and beautiful, but we are only too human ourselves and aren’t immune to the ugliness and hatred that surrounds us. Thus, we try to escape like Icarus and strive to touch the sun – but end up paying a terrible price.

I don’t know what to say that hasn’t already been said by countless others: he was one of the few true, comedic geniuses that come along once in a blue moon. He is in the pantheon of artists that include Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor, and George Carlin. You never knew what to expect when he was a guest on any show – but you could guarantee that it would be fucking hilarious and you’d be laughing until you cried. One of the best guest appearances I saw Robin Williams in was when he was on Late Night With Conan O’Brien, when Conan was still on network television. There was a power outage which caused some sort of studio malfunction, so the scheduled band couldn’t perform. Robin went off the chain with some impromptu comedy which resulted in him scampering across the stage like a chimpanzee, acting like he was hurling feces in every direction! That was too gawddamned funny…on top of that, he was wearing one of the craziest-patterned suits I’ve ever seen – but it worked. It fit. It was perfect! Few people could have pulled off that look and made it seem like…just another suit! “Weird Al” Yankovic is one in that category, as is Katt Williams. I searched for that clip, but couldn’t find it…but there are so many others that are just as hilarious, so it was worth the search.

*SIGH*…I’m speechless. Still processing it all. So many unexpected, senseless deaths have occurred in the past few days in all corners of the world – it’s overwhelming. He was one who made so many laugh…yet, the sorrow inside was too much and he felt so utterly alone that the endless emptiness of death was somehow more alluring than the boundless joy of life. Life that he seemed to embrace so fully and so completely, with his entire heart and soul. All I can say is: “Ah, me…”

Rest in peace, Robin – you will be sorely missed. I will remember all of the times you made me laugh and cry with your talent for just being. I know I’m not alone in that.

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