Ramblings of a Cynical Romantic
sierrahouk:

jonahray:

I know there’s a deluge of Robin Williams stuff from everybody and I put off writing or posting much about him. But, it’s just affecting me so god damn fucking much that I’ll just do it.
Finding out about the news of Robin Williams stopped me dead in my tracks.I was walking when I got two simultaneous texts telling me the news, causing me to not be able to move my feet. I was dumbfounded. 
Many thoughts ran through my head at that moment, mainly of my friends Bob and Mason who have had a lifetime being as close to Robin as family. Like many comics I immediately recalled the times he came around the UCB theater and would be riffing with everybody in-between slamming pint glasses of vodka. Or when a clean and sober Robin came to The Meltdown show with his daughter and after the beckoning of Kumail, went and performed on our stage. 
My wife and I spent Easter with him last year. He was just this mellow, kind-hearted man who even if he wasn’t doing his signature, mile a minute, stream of conciousness comedy, he could still make you laugh with his quiet charm. 
Everybody talks about how he gave so much time to everybody he met. He was a giver. In the back room of a comedy show he was just another comic but understood that any little interaction with anybody in that room could mean a lifetime of joy for them. So he gave it. Non stop he gave everybody some sort of happy, nice moment. 
I’ve sobbed a number of times since hearing. Growing up wanting to be a comic, for me, was essentially wanting what Robin Williams had. He did stand up, sketch, TV Comedy, Film Comedy, and gave some of the most dramatic performances I’ve ever seen. He was the monolith that a lot of us aspired to. It seemingly was possible. To be able to do comedy, act, and most importantly be a really good hearted person. He didn’t need to act like a celebrity. He didn’t need to be afraid if people just wanted something from him. He never retreated because of his stature in the business. He stayed true to the nice guy that started doing comedy all those years ago.
It scares me that he did it. When you start comedy, you think it’s always gonna be the next thing that makes it feel real and makes you fulfilled:
“Not this open mic, i gotta do good at THAT OPEN MIC.”
“Once I’m booked in THAT room, that’s when it’ll feel real.”
“Okay, once I get a TV spot…that’s when I can relax.”
“Nevermind, once I get a NETWORK TV spot…”
“Once I get a writing job….”
“Once I get a better one…”
“When I get a role on a show…I’ll feel better…”
“Once THIS…then THAT…”
Clearly, none of the successes of any of this stuff can make you truly happy. Case in point: Robin Williams. 
I am very much guilty of never being satisfied of rarely “enjoying my burrito”. If the guy I aspired to be couldn’t find it at the top, then maybe we’re on the wrong mountain. Or maybe it’s the way we perceive the mountain. Maybe it doesn’t matter whereabouts on the mountain you are, it’s about being happy and working on being a good person to your friends and family and also a good person to everybody you meet. 
This happening at this time in my life is a good reminder to find happiness first. A reminder that I shouldn’t go looking for it in fame, money, success or in other people. Find a way to be happy with yourself. 
ENJOY YOUR BURRITO
jr

I love Jonah so much.

sierrahouk:

jonahray:

I know there’s a deluge of Robin Williams stuff from everybody and I put off writing or posting much about him. But, it’s just affecting me so god damn fucking much that I’ll just do it.

Finding out about the news of Robin Williams stopped me dead in my tracks.I was walking when I got two simultaneous texts telling me the news, causing me to not be able to move my feet. I was dumbfounded. 

Many thoughts ran through my head at that moment, mainly of my friends Bob and Mason who have had a lifetime being as close to Robin as family. Like many comics I immediately recalled the times he came around the UCB theater and would be riffing with everybody in-between slamming pint glasses of vodka. Or when a clean and sober Robin came to The Meltdown show with his daughter and after the beckoning of Kumail, went and performed on our stage. 

My wife and I spent Easter with him last year. He was just this mellow, kind-hearted man who even if he wasn’t doing his signature, mile a minute, stream of conciousness comedy, he could still make you laugh with his quiet charm. 

Everybody talks about how he gave so much time to everybody he met. He was a giver. In the back room of a comedy show he was just another comic but understood that any little interaction with anybody in that room could mean a lifetime of joy for them. So he gave it. Non stop he gave everybody some sort of happy, nice moment. 

I’ve sobbed a number of times since hearing. Growing up wanting to be a comic, for me, was essentially wanting what Robin Williams had. He did stand up, sketch, TV Comedy, Film Comedy, and gave some of the most dramatic performances I’ve ever seen. He was the monolith that a lot of us aspired to. It seemingly was possible. To be able to do comedy, act, and most importantly be a really good hearted person. He didn’t need to act like a celebrity. He didn’t need to be afraid if people just wanted something from him. He never retreated because of his stature in the business. He stayed true to the nice guy that started doing comedy all those years ago.

It scares me that he did it. When you start comedy, you think it’s always gonna be the next thing that makes it feel real and makes you fulfilled:

“Not this open mic, i gotta do good at THAT OPEN MIC.”

“Once I’m booked in THAT room, that’s when it’ll feel real.”

“Okay, once I get a TV spot…that’s when I can relax.”

“Nevermind, once I get a NETWORK TV spot…”

“Once I get a writing job….”

“Once I get a better one…”

“When I get a role on a show…I’ll feel better…”

“Once THIS…then THAT…”

Clearly, none of the successes of any of this stuff can make you truly happy. Case in point: Robin Williams. 

I am very much guilty of never being satisfied of rarely “enjoying my burrito”. If the guy I aspired to be couldn’t find it at the top, then maybe we’re on the wrong mountain. Or maybe it’s the way we perceive the mountain. Maybe it doesn’t matter whereabouts on the mountain you are, it’s about being happy and working on being a good person to your friends and family and also a good person to everybody you meet. 

This happening at this time in my life is a good reminder to find happiness first. A reminder that I shouldn’t go looking for it in fame, money, success or in other people. Find a way to be happy with yourself. 

ENJOY YOUR BURRITO

jr

I love Jonah so much.

Nancy Wake, who has died in London just before her 99th birthday, was a New Zealander brought up in Australia. She became a nurse, a journalist who interviewed Adolf Hitler, a wealthy French socialite, a British agent and a French resistance leader. She led 7,000 guerrilla fighters in battles against the Nazis in the northern Auvergne, just before the D-Day landings in 1944. On one occasion, she strangled an SS sentry with her bare hands. On another, she cycled 500 miles to replace lost codes. In June 1944, she led her fighters in an attack on the Gestapo headquarters at Montlucon in central France.

Ms Wake was furious the TV series [later made about her life] suggested she had had a love affair with one of her fellow fighters. She was too busy killing Nazis for amorous entanglements, she said.

Nancy recalled later in life that her parachute had snagged in a tree. The French resistance fighter who freed her said he wished all trees bore “such beautiful fruit.” Nancy retorted: “Don’t give me that French shit.”

diagon-alli:

its-awesome-turtle-time:

nonstupidname14:

castleforeverx:

YES.YES.YES. People need to realise this 

This belongs more on Facebook than it does on tumblr.

i think you’re missing out on some of tumblr then… but it should be on facebook too, it should be on every social media site!

This is important.


Too powerful not to reblog… For all those people who have faught, or are still fighting. Who got through it, or who didn’t. Reblog it for them.

Too powerful not to reblog… For all those people who have faught, or are still fighting. Who got through it, or who didn’t. Reblog it for them.

Elton John - Tiny Dancer
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greenkneehighs:

Elton John-“Tiny Dancer”

"Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man”

misandry-mermaid:

scandalouslyfollowing:

nuric:

cap-out-of-time:

schwoozie:

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ooc: Reblogging because holy shit.

I aspire to be this woman when I’m older. 

YASSSSSSS!

This woman was born before women were legally allowed to vote.

So don’t think for a second that she’s joking when she sees you trying to take that right away, Republicans.

lglights-is-hiding:

deerhoof:

the future is here and it’s horrible

I can’t stop laughing at this.

tomatosouperwholocked:

owmeex:

Two Brothers Re-Create Childhood Photos As A Priceless Gift To Their Mother (via Then/Now)

Somethings just shouldn’t be redone!

briandanielwolf:

In 2010, there were 8 school shootings in the US.

In 2011, there were 10.

In 2012, there were 14.

In 2013? 28.

In the first half of 2014 alone, we have already suffered 38 school shootings. 

If that doesn’t horrify you, then I don’t know what would.

reblog if you’re an asshole