Today was going to be the day where I worked blogging back into my schedule, as I have sorely missed it. I just didn't expect it to be about this.
Like just about everyone else I know, I am in disbelief over the news of Robin Williams' death. When I first saw the news last night, I burst into tears—an odd reaction to the loss of someone I never knew personally, but my reaction all the same. Robin Williams has been part of my life since the late 1970s when I was a regular watcher of Mork & Mindy. He has been a part of almost every stage of my life, informing and shaping my sensibilities about humor and comedy and emotional intelligence and why it's important to say no to drugs and fashion (oh yes, I proudly wore rainbow suspenders when I was little just like he did).
I didn't love every movie he made, and maybe that's why I liked him even more—because it means you don't have to hit a homerun every single time to create a life's work that is unmatched and thoroughly original. Some of my favorites: Good Will Hunting, Dead Poets Society, Jumanji, Good Morning Vietnam, The World According to Garp, The Fisher King, Night at the Museum, Aladdin, Mrs. Doubtfire, and Robots. Things to be sure of: death, taxes, and Robin Williams' predictable unpredictability.
I still have my Electric Company magazine from 35 years ago with him on the cover: