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Post by Vermin King on Aug 11, 2014 15:07:45 GMT -9
Don't know if Eric would want to do a re-work of his RV, but here are a couple pics. Or if someone wanted to do Mork and Mindy as figures. Or if someone was really a fan, what I would really like is a set. The headphones and microphone from 'Good Morning, Vietnam' Is he my favorite actor? Not really, but there is definitely a hole where he used to be
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Post by dungeonmistress on Aug 12, 2014 6:24:22 GMT -9
The news of Robin Williams death knocked both me and my husband out of our chairs! One of our favorite actors with movies like Patch Adams, Mrs. Doubtfire, The Fisher King, What Dreams May Come, Good Morning Vietnam, The World According to Garp, Goodwill Hunting, Awakenings, Bicentennial Man, Man of the Year, The Museum movies where he plays Teddy Roosevelt and I understand there are 4 more movies yet to be released with him in them. To say nothing of his stand-up comedy. I always held him in the ranks with the likes of Jonathon Winters and Eddie Murphy for his comedic timing and genius. He was a phenomenal actor and comedian and I will miss him. It is strange though, I recently watched a special on the emotional instability of the creative genius and I never considered Robin Williams to be one who would fall prey to something like that. I always thought he handled himself really well. Just goes to show, you never really know what people are going through inside, what sort of defenses they use to deal with daily life and how those defenses may fail them. Vermin King is correct. There is a hole where he used to be.
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Post by Vermin King on Aug 12, 2014 7:10:23 GMT -9
After a local weatherman committed suicide, there is a program here called 'You Matter' dealing with depression and suicide prevention. Unfortunately, like Don the weatherman and Robin Williams, some of the most vulnerable folks hide their vulnerabilities in comedy and community involvement, so it is hard to tell when they have reached their limits.
Remind someone today that you care. You never know when it may be too late to tell them.
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Post by dungeonmistress on Aug 12, 2014 7:33:31 GMT -9
After a local weatherman committed suicide, there is a program here called 'You Matter' dealing with depression and suicide prevention. Unfortunately, like Don the weatherman and Robin Williams, some of the most vulnerable folks hide their vulnerabilities in comedy and community involvement, so it is hard to tell when they have reached their limits. Remind someone today that you care. You never know when it may be too late to tell them. All too true.
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Post by wyvern on Aug 12, 2014 8:06:23 GMT -9
Weird thing. Caught a repeat of the "Family Guy" episode with all the Robin Williamses in late last evening, then checked the news before turning in, to discover his death had just been announced. Couldn't believe it. Missed the start of the show, so I'm not sure if it was broadcast as a deliberate instant tribute, or simply a strange coincidence (as two back-to-back episodes were scheduled in advance anyway).
I'd guess from some of the comments made previously on the CWF that quite a percentage of folks here are no strangers to severe depression, and maybe too the tiny things which can tip that over into suicidal possibilities - or how easily such feelings can be masked for the benefit of the "outside world".
In this case, and others previously, "unique" can be great, right up to the point where nobody else quite gets what you're really trying to say. Sorely missed.
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Post by bravesirkevin on Aug 12, 2014 16:14:29 GMT -9
He had an AMA on Reddit almost a year ago, and in it someone asked about his Warhammer collection. He went on to say that he had a massive collection with several different Warhammer 40K armies, but that he'd never played the game. It could be that he was just too busy and didn't have the time, but I really think it's just that he had no one to play with. I mean, you can't just go on to Enworld and say "Looking for a Game Group" when you're Robin Williams...
There's something about that that hits me pretty hard. That someone can be universally known and loved and still be a lonely geek at heart. There isn't a single person I know who didn't shed a tear at the news of his passing, because he managed to touch so many lives with his talent, and yet it seems he was left alone in the darkness.
If there is a lesson here, I think it's that we should always treasure our friends while we have them in our lives. Care for them and take the time to share experiences with them... do the things they love with them and be an active part of their lives. It's so easy to take our friends for granted, and just trust that they're okay while we carry on with our own lives.
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Post by dungeonmistress on Aug 13, 2014 15:48:59 GMT -9
I know what it is like to be screaming in the darkness for help, yet no one seems to understand that your screaming for help. It took years of struggle and finally the love of a good man to bring me into the light, but it was a long haul.
I am shocked and yet I understand something of what he must have gone through. Then again, when you look at Robin Williams' body of work, you can see two things very clearly (and this is in hind-sight), 1: He was a man who loved to laugh and loved people passionately. 2: He had depths to him that, I fear, no one truly understood or appreciated.
Robin Williams brought a light and lightness to this world through his comedy that was sorely needed and will be deeply missed.
If only someone could have done the same for him.
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Post by okumarts on Aug 13, 2014 18:52:27 GMT -9
This is my third or fourth attempt to comment on this thread. It's a difficult one. Here goes.
It is often the case that those who relentlessly help others are usually the worst at asking for help.
I have often downplayed my admiration for Williams' body of work and limited my excitement to a handful of his films and creative works. The discovery recently that he was a Warhammer 40K player (fan) was an interesting connection to this hobby. I wasn't too shocked knowing that his daughter's name is Zelda and was named after the game. My daughters and I watched Hook last night as a tribute to the man. While not my first choice (I wanted to watch The Fisher King) I did enjoy his performance and noticed things that I had missed in previous viewings. I felt it was important to watch the movie, to discuss the man and his life and let them express their mourning and sense of shock and loss.
This is a sad story and we all have our personal demons that haunt us and torment us in our quiet times. My only wish is for people to realize that there is always hope, or at least a chance that things get get better. A long term solution is not the best remedy to a short term problem. Fortunes and situations change. That's part of what makes life so exciting.
I never considered myself an optimist. I have a dark sense of humour and an acerbic wit that often turns people off and angers others. When things got the darkest for me a few years ago there were a few things that really helped ground me and let me move on. First and foremost were my kids who have always been there for me and continue to give me endless joy and countless hours of worry and consternation. If I didn't love them I wouldn't care as much. Then there were the relationships I've had that have made life worth living: friends, colleagues, family, exes, current flames all have been and continue to be important in my life and change the reality of the situation when you realize you are not alone and are loved.
It's stories like this that remind me that I tend to dwell in the darkness, but it hasn't hardened me or made me a bitter person. It's made me more of a realist and survivor. Life and humanity can really suck. I think it's supposed to. The joy and beauty in the world seems to be incongruous to the nature of the reality of the world. That's what is worth the price of admission. When my father died I remember standing outside of the hospital surrounded by the sounds, smells and sensations of a beautiful spring afternoon. Upstairs in the hospital, behind the sixth floor window lay the body of my father and yet I could not help but notice what a wonderful day it was. The extremes of feeling at that moment still stick with me and I still recall that moment with a humble realization that I'm not the centre of a universe, I'm a part of a universe.
To sum up, Robin Williams death has made me incredibly sad. He was a bright light in a dark world. His insight was similar to the surrealists and the dadaists before him that the absurd and the subversive are the key to coping with the incredible malarky most every one of us has to endure on a daily basis.
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Post by dungeonmistress on Aug 14, 2014 9:31:42 GMT -9
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Post by cowboyleland on Aug 14, 2014 13:08:40 GMT -9
I put a few hours in last night working on a Mork from Ork figure. The man deserves better than what I came up with, so I deleted it.
I don't have the skills to start from scratch and I can't find good enough source material to combine together.
He was a great light.
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Post by colonelshofer on Aug 14, 2014 14:05:25 GMT -9
RIP Captain.
CS
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Post by cowboyleland on Aug 14, 2014 19:20:59 GMT -9
I don't know if I'll find a good Mindy, but I think this is a reasonable Mork. Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. 193. O Captain! My Captain! 1 O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! heart! heart! 5 O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. 2 O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10 For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head; It is some dream that on the deck, 15 You’ve fallen cold and dead. 3 My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done; From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20 Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
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