If you do something stupid/try to be funny, and I don’t say anything, I just bow my head and shake it disapprovingly, what that really means is that I hate how much I like you, and that you should keep being your awesomely stupid self.
Now you’re just garbage reality programming. You aren’t even doing “real” reality shows. You’re just producing shows that are filled with misinformation made to look like documentaries (I’m actually surprised you weren’t involved with Sharknado in some way).
I can’t wait until someone smartens up and fires the dude running the show over at discovery (who apparently has a huge hard-on for Syfy’s original programming), and brings someone in who has some form of an idea of what Shark Week should be.
One of the first comedy albums I was ever given was “Reality… What A Concept.” I loved it. I loved “Mork & Mindy.” I even loved Robert Altman’s “Popeye.” Robin Williams meant a lot to me when I was a kid. I knew nothing of drug use or depression. It never occurred to me that comedians, these magical creatures that I worshiped, ever felt anything other than the serene satisfaction derived from making people laugh.
Eventually, I started doing standup myself, and I very quickly learned that comedians were all too human. There is no less sadness in the comedy community than there is in any other workforce; that is to say, jobs are jobs and people are people and no occupation makes anyone depression-proof. This both comforts and frustrates me.
Robin Williams made me laugh so many times. So many times. When I was a kid, having problems of my own, feeling unpleasantly different from the people who populated my world, I found sanctuary watching this guy on TV who was celebrated for being a weirdo, for being an oddball, for being silly. He was praised for having a mind that produced delightful absurdities with great speed. No one told him to be quiet. No one tried to make him act like everyone else. He was a hero to me.
I had occasion to meet him once, not too long ago, and he could not have been nicer or friendlier or calmer. He was just there to watch the show that was happening that night. He wasn’t trying to get on stage; he just — still — loved comedy.
I didn’t tell him any of the things I just wrote here. No doubt, he heard similar things from countless people over his decades-long career. And it’s a colossal shame that being a meaningful presence in the lives of many people, family, friends and strangers alike, isn’t an impenetrable bulwark against despair. It’s profoundly unfair that, if he couldn’t live forever, he couldn’t at least feel able to keep going for his allotted time. I know something of depression, and how bottomless and relentless and insurmountable it feels, but I have never known the unfathomable despair that Robin Williams must have felt. I can’t even begin to imagine it.
Robin Williams will live on in shadows and light and sound, at least. He will continue to comfort weird little kids (and odd adults, for that matter) with his performances, those who know his work today and those who have yet to be born, who may experience him ten, fifty, a hundred years from now. But this is cold comfort indeed.
There will be much celebration, in the coming weeks and months, of Robin Williams’ life and career. But perhaps the best tribute to him would be if we all reached out to the troubled people in our lives and let them know that we are here for them. Because Robin Williams was there for us.
do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed? closed
do you take the shampoo from hotel rooms? no
where is your next vacation? I’m probably going to take a day and drive down to the states in a few weeks. Does that count, it’s really only a few hours out of my day?
who do you think reads these? The most important people!!! (probably just Hana & Jill)
do you have a calendar in your room? Yep (Breaking Bad)
what’s your plan for the day? I work at 1:30pm, and don’t get off until 9:15pm
are you reading any books right now? I’m Currently going through my comic book collection and catching up on books that I bought but never read.
do you ever count your steps when you walk? No, but if I’m walking on square tiles I try to only step on the ones that a chess knight would be able to (3 up, 1 over, 3 over, 1 up)
do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing? not really
do you chew your pens and pencils? no
what is your “song of the week”? The entire Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack
is it okay for guys to wear pink? of course
do you still watch cartoons? No. I watched a little bit of Adventure Time a while back, but it didn’t really hook me.
what do you drink with dinner? Milk at home, water at restaurants, Beer at pubs.
what do you dip chicken nuggets in? BBQ sauce
what is your favorite food/cuisine? General Tso chicken (I have yet to have a bad dish of it)
when was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? I’ve had my e-mail address since I was 10 years old, I don’t think I’ve had a need to send an actual letter. I’ve mailed packages to people, does that count?
can you change the oil on a car? I work at an oil change station (called Mr. Lube) for 2 weeks in high school, and got fired for knowing absolutely nothing about cars. So, no.
what is your usual bedtime? usually 8 hours before my work shift starts
are you lazy? I don’t think so. I’m almost always working, except on my days off. I get 2 days off a week (sometimes), 1 of them is a relax day, the other is spent running errands .
afraid of heights? Heights? no. Falling? yes.
occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Power Ranger or Computer Engineer (That’s what my Dad did)
hot tea or cold tea? Iced Tea
tea or coffee? Hot Chocolate
favourite kind of cookie? If we’re talking baked goods, nothing tops Banana Bread. I’m sorry, but it’s true.
can you swim well? I actually just wen’t swimming for the first time in over 5 years this week, and it turns out, I can still swim pretty well.
can you hold your breath w/o manually holding your nose? yes (What a weird question to end on)
There is a guy (in his mid to late 20’s) that comes into the store who always drives up with his car speakers blasting music, wearing a white tank top, a baseball cap (turned sideways), and low hanging pants, and he is the NICEST PERSON EVER!!!!!!!
He always says “please”. He always says “thank you”. He never interrupts you if you are with another customer. He never makes stupid comments when we are busy, and he has to wait in line long. Plus, he always buys stuff. Saying that someone buys stuff might be a weird thing to add, but for an independent business, loyal customers are greatly appreciated (and hard to come by).
P.s. Real loyal customers realize that independent stores can’t compete with the big box stores, and they still choose to shop there. Fake “loyal customers” will complain that wal-mart is selling something cheeper, and then yell that they are a “LOYAL CUSTOMER” and demand that we sell it to them for less.