Rant VIII: The Reckoning

He made a choice, and I don't believe I have standing to begrudge him his choice.
But I hope he knew how much he meant to people before he went. And I don't mean I hope people told him, or I hope he heard about it. I hope he knew how much he was admired for what he did. I don't want to think he died believing he was a failure. He was such a NOT failure.

--Patrick
 

Dave

Staff member
I've said it before and I'll say it again. If I ever get a diagnosis of dementia I'm going to throw a huge party to say goodbye then take myself out. No WAY am I putting my family through this. I hate that Robin is gone but god damn do I understand why he had to leave.
 
I also hate hearing that people crapped on What Dreams May Come and him for doing it and not more comedy. I learned that movie meant a lot to him, and it pained him to hear criticism against it or his choice in bring in it. They movie means so much for me.

To sum up: God, I miss Robin Williams. And I'm just a mere fan who feels very strongly connected with one of his lesser appreciated works.
Have you heard his interview with Marc Maron? It's pretty great.

What Dreams May Come is something that I watched when it came out, and I didn't care for it and thought it was weird and kooky. When I revisited as an adult about 10 yrs ago, it wrecked me in both good and bad ways. It's a fantastic film for such a difficult subject. Maybe folks that didn't care for it have never struggled with the material of the film or it made them uncomfortable. Like watching a movie about cancer, and showing the slow agony of that disease could put people off as well.

I am sad that he is gone too, and it's too bad that he couldn't get happy energy from the joy he brought others; sort of like Monsters Inc.
 
Is there a word for when the people around you can't go long enough without some kind of breakdown/emergency that you can never really take care of yourself?

I'm going to go with "adulthood", but I'm not happy about it.
 
OMG stop bending the tweezer tips! They’re shaped that way for a reason! Every day, I gotta straighten a set back out because someone’s gotta curve the tips or bend ‘em offset. Just go find an offset one, you vandal!

—Patrick
 

figmentPez

Staff member
This day has been horrible. I don't even feel like typing all the details. The worst part is that my legs have been paralyzed for over two hours, a new record. Fucking hell.
 
No one:
Seriously, literally no one:
Like, not even one single, solitary person:
Me: *flips a table* FUCK IT. I need to do a 7-part video essay series on why The Order of the Stick webcomic is the greatest, most underappreciated comic of all time.

Seriously, I just wrote a quick, 250-word introduction to the idea and now I'm trying to talk myself into actually doing this thing.

I thought, "Okay, if I do a Series Consideration on Order of the Stick, how can I fit everything I want to say into one 10-ish minute video?" And I realized: I can't. There are so many things I want to discuss. Nerd culture and early webcomics, what makes "good" art?", using the online medium to play with the structure of comic book storytelling, D&D and storytelling, the evolution of an artist and storyteller, how you could teach an entire course on character and plot development using JUST this comic, an epic fantasy that rivals Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones.

That's not specifically the seven themes I'm considering, but it's a ballpark idea of my mindset or approach for this.

I just...wish I was more confident in my ability to make something decent out of this idea. I haven't really been happy with the finished products for my own attempt at a YouTube series and see them as failures.
Still, maybe I'll tinker with this idea some more. Brainstorm it. I banged out that 250 words like nothing, so, I don't know.

(And this is what I wrote on a whim)

Epic of the Stick Intro.JPG
 
A massive man nearly two meters in height stands still. His tree trunk like arms motionless. His salt and pepper crimson beard and hair adorn a shocked look on his face. His navy blue lab coat stands speckled in a spray of white gooey non-newtonian fluid that glistens in the fluorescent light of the cafeteria. Small pieces of pink fibrous material embedded in the goo start to slowly fall to the floor. A gruff sailor of a man sits quietly to the side while a young olive skinned immigrant girl stands frozen unsure of how to react. Slowly the giant takes a metal spoon and scoops the goo back into an ancient tin lunchbox adorned with a faded label that reads "daddys lunch".
 
A massive man nearly two meters in height stands still. His tree trunk like arms motionless. His salt and pepper crimson beard and hair adorn a shocked look on his face. His navy blue lab coat stands speckled in a spray of white gooey non-newtonian fluid that glistens in the fluorescent light of the cafeteria. Small pieces of pink fibrous material embedded in the goo start to slowly fall to the floor. A gruff sailor of a man sits quietly to the side while a young olive skinned immigrant girl stands frozen unsure of how to react. Slowly the giant takes a metal spoon and scoops the goo back into an ancient tin lunchbox adorned with a faded label that reads "daddys lunch".
Not bad. Obviously not a summer blockbuster but I think it has a chance at the Oscars.
 
I’m clearly still legally sedated from yesterday because I read that and .... what in the real fuck was that hon?

Also he named my shiny Eevee that.
 
He named your Eevee peach chunk bukkake party?
On Eevee Community Day he was more worried about dirty names than the number of shinies he caught while “helping me”. Deepthroat and K&$@$#^*+#€ at least had 90 plus IVs.

He was very proud of himself.
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Lol song on my CD in the car qued up for the ride home?

Shot of Love.
I’m sure it was played at that old club nearby that got closed. The Load of Mischief.
 
Wife went to the ER this morning. 12 hours later, they're transferring her to a hospital to be admitted.
Bowel intussusception.

She'll probably have surgery tomorrow. Bleh.
 
My grandmother died yesterday. I found out a few minutes ago. From a text. That my sister-in-law sent me.

Stay classy, family.
 
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