Well, to be absolutely honest with you, my friends, since the death of Robin Williams in August, 2014, I just haven't been feeling myself at all. This tragic loss has just spread out throughout the hemisphere, and is telling me, you, and everyone, that we should be more observant about the mental state of our celebrity culture.
And what did I discover? F*ck all. Nothing.
Robin was a force of nature I would have
loved to have spoken to or at least made contact with. Plus,
being a comedy film buff, would have liked to have also tried to tap inside his
brain and figure out why he did what he did.
But alas, I don't think I ever will. And why should I? Am I some sort of clairvoyant who has a deeper understanding about mental health issues than other more educated people in the field? No. Of course not. I'm just a minor comic book and movie reviewer who's trying to cope with the loss of one of his idols.
And I'm I free? Hmm? Yeah. I suppose I am. Free enough to now sit down and enjoy what Robin has given to the world in that zany way of his. So please take note of what I'm trying to get at here, dear reader. Try to remember the good times and forget the bad. Life is too short for petty arguments and silly squabbles. We have to make the world a more friendlier place or else the future will be as bleak as... errr... something very bleak.
Damn. I couldn't think of a good way to end that last sentence. Never mind. Merry Christmas, my friends, and I hope you have a good one. Plus the same thing goes double for you Mister Robin Williams. You're a star.