Robin Williams

Was really surprised when the flood of announcements came in Monday about Robin Williams' death. Immediately I felt old as he is one of my favorite actors. And when your favorite celebrities start to move on you know your time is fast approaching.

Then I found out it was suicide. It was hard to believe at first then I remembered stuff about the substance abuse. Even his personality made it somewhat reasonable... all the mania had to mean some pretty substantial lows. Still it's difficult when someone I so admired makes this kind of choice.

His comedy is undoubtedly defines him but his films won't soon be forgotten. There were a number of important ones to me. The way What Dreams May Come brought to life much of my spirituality. His paternal role in Good Will Hunting was passionate and heart-warming. The skill and humor he exhibited in Mrs. Doubtfire. The child-safe insanity of Batty Coda in Fern Gully and the genie in Aladdin. And so many more.

*sigh*

Block Out the Light

The lunar eclipse last night was very visible despite discouragement from some weather chick in Chicago. Caught it when it was just starting and when it was nearly complete. I would rather have been freezing outside with a hot chai in one hand and my boyfriends hand in the other. Walking over the bridge, leaning back on the vantage points, talking about the last time we saw something in the sky. What we were doing. Where we were going. All that wistful mushy stuff that makes me sigh contentedly. Instead, I peeked out the window for a minute then want back to gaming.

Heh. Guess there's still remnants from SAD last week.

Resolved

Was chit-chatting with my cube neighbor after she stared giggling over something her husband had eMailed her. She does a lot of BA work and she's a grammar Nazi like me, so we get along well. The humor that triggered our conversation was something about a metaphor, so I commented, “The man that can handle you on a daily basis must be strong-willed.” As she described him I got all maudlin. Asked how long they'd been married—thrity-seven years. This definitely evoked a whimsical sigh as I thought about never be able to make a similar claim.