I love the smell of sarcasm in da mornin’
I’m trying to prove a point that there is a fan base for a solo Black Widow movie. Please reblog if you’d watch it.
I wrote about the merits of such a movie long ago. I’d not only like that, I’d like a Black Widow crossover with another character. Winter Soldier or Punisher.
You know that a great man has passed and that his influence is truly historic and legendary when you scroll down this page to see each and every friend writing or speaking some form of eulogy.
For Robin Williams, this is mine, and I want it to be as badly written as possible, because I think he’d laugh and tell people to go fuck themselves for showing him so much adoration and respect. This isn’t so much about adoration and respect for the comedy, but the sheer brilliance of a man that suffered so deeply and yet had such an astounding capacity to heal others.
Where the fuck did we all go wrong???
You see, some people seem to live with such infinite passion; as if they know it’s all fleeting; as if they know everything fades into insignificance so quickly; as if they know they’ll be cheated sooner or later, like they know it’ll be over one day without warning, although life has a way of building you up so quickly and then grinding you back down to a fine dust over time. He knew that.
Robin Williams had seen that happen to his friends over the years, and especially back in the day when the drugs and the booze weren’t meant to come with the dangers and the tragedies we understand today. Reality hit him so hard that I think it broke his heart in a way that couldn’t be fixed and he could only blame himself.
It’s pretty clear that he was as deeply introspective as a human being as he was far out in the world and high as a kite, even when he was sober. He had an infinite well of expression when it came to his characters, but also in his stand-up routines over the decades. There are only a handful of truly great comics that have come and gone. They include Shakespeare, Pryor, Carlin, the guys who wrote the bible, and now Williams.
The quote “the brightest star burns quickest” never applied to Robin Williams the way it applied to others, because he clearly gave it his all at every opportunity and he never seemed to stop, despite his demons and his own secret hurt. Maybe he’d been running all this time, but it was that sheer brilliance, that boundless energy, that lightning wit and that amazing intelligence that affected the lives of those he entertained.
He knew how to make every single person that he met laugh. He could bring them to tears of joy and pf poignant sadness, too, but he could also help us to think better and to really open ourselves up to learning from humility, loss, abandonment and even the craziness.
Robin Williams knew we were all damaged, every single one of us. We’re on a one way trip to oblivion, where even the prospect of mortality will make us do really crazy or shitty things. His message to the world was to embrace the crazy, because isn’t that one little spark the voice that’s screaming out ‘WE’RE DOING IT ALL WRONG, I DON’T WANT TO LIVE THIS WAY, IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS, THIS IS WHY I WAS BORN? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH US?’??
Nobody knows the verdict, but I believe that he ran out of fight. He was getting slower while the world was getting crazier and people were losing their soul and he wanted to say ‘fuck you world. you’re not funny anymore!’ He just wanted to keep running and even his body and mind no longer had the capacity for that kind of energy, and for that endless pain he kept so casually.
Yesterday, the world could no longer contain the sheer force that is Robin Williams. Today the Universe is a few light years larger. But nobody else can stand up to that mantle he has left behind. You see it doesn’t work that way. Robin Williams dropped the ball he held as he raced to beat his own personal demons.
It isn’t just for the kind of people that have survived such anguish and personal torture to understand. Nobody gets to survive life, whether they cheat it by their own hand or not. We’re all in it until the day we keel over and shit and piss in our pants as a goodbye wave and a knowing mischievous nod. There’s more to life than that, and for the billions that hold onto life by the skin of their teeth, we get to suffer some more and yet we get the opportunity to alleviate the pain of others and to better teach them how to embrace the crazy and to express it.
We cannot carry that ball across the finish line for him, because each of us already has our own to carry, and we all have our own demons to outrun until we too become ground to dust, but at least we can say we outlived the greatest of them all. We’ll just never live as brilliantly as he did, and that is why I celebrate Robin Williams - while thinking ‘fuck you, you cocky selfish midget, I don’t get to drop the ball, what makes you so fucking special?!!’ - rather than mourn him. And also because this great man has somehow had the last laugh, and so will we, every time we revisit his legacy!
RIP Robin Williams.
those privileged cancer having fucks HOW DARE THEY
Just to point out that this is actually a parody cartoon of the post below written by a complete psycho. It is a rant that really happened. White people are no longer allowed to look for a cancer cure in the USA because it’s “disgustingly privileged.”
Look up Brandon Boyer
Read the full article to see what Simpolitics for nerdgenious.com said in response to Donald Trump’s comments against Ebola stricken US aid workers:
My mom’s friend adopted this lovely dog after he was abandoned by his previous family. His name is Shaun. Shaun had always been very good at eating all his food. Every last bit that was, he ate it. One day he started leaving a little bit behind. He wouldn’t eat everything, no matter what. He always left a little behind. Every morning when my mom’s friend checked Shaun’s bowl, the food was gone. That was very strange, because Shaun always spent the night by her side.
One night she decided to investigate the food situation. She waited quietly by the food bowl and then, in the middle of the night, a cat came through the window and ate the remaining food. She noticed the cat was actually pregnant. A week or so later the cat came into her house and gave birth to 6 little kittens. Shaun took care of them as if they were his own babies. My mom’s friend adopted the cat too (her name is Meow) and they took care of the kittens until they all found a loving home. Nowadays Meow and Shaun live happily together as a family and they each have their little bowl of food.
interracial couples are always cute
Oh my god that is so precious.
KITTENS YOUR DADDY IS A DOGGIE. YOU ARE SOME LUCKY BABIES.
I’m sorry but
too cute to not reblog. I literally tried not to reblog this but my heart wasn’t having any of it. lol.
Seriously, wife, I know it’s that time, but you really need to clean up after yourself!
You just wait and see, we’ll teach them our most advanced technology and how to travel through space, then they’ll steal it and go rule the Universe!