It all starts today.
Tour Schedule and Activities
“Some people regret that HPL was a racist, because it would be so much EASIER to admire him if he were not. A pox on easy! It’s like, for me, being a gay Mormon, difficult and absurd and fabulous. The fact that one of Lovecraft’s greatest admirers and defenders is a man of dark skin is just so deliciously RIGHT. We admire (and some of us freakishly idolize) H. P. Lovecraft for what he did right, for those qualities in him that are absolutely estimable.” — Wilum Hopfrog Pugmire
I should probably wax poetic about the awesome time we had at GenCon yesterday, but I’m falling further and further behind on more than a few projects. I’ve been rather sick for a while now, but I actually felt pretty darn good once we got inside the venue. We didn’t buy a lot, but we had a great time.
Kim asked Connor what his favorite part of the day was and he said it was the car ride down. And he’s right, of course. The day was special because we enjoy each others company and had a blast singing, joking, and just being together.
I couldn’t ask for a better family. I am truly blessed.
Tomorrow, I’m working a 25 hour shift so that I can have Sunday off. Why? So my family and I can raid Gen Con before it sneaks out of Indy.
It’ll be more than worth it.
Hopefully, next year will afford us a chance to take more of it in. I hope to have earned a seat at the proverbial table by then.
“However funny it is, however outrageous it is,
is based on pain, on a tragedy, on loss.”
— Terry Gilliam, speaking of The Fisher King
Robin Williams is dead.
He took his own life at the age of 63.
I will not pretend to understand depression, though, like most, I’ve experienced it and have, on occasion, battled it fiercely.
I am reminded, as I contemplate the life and death of this comic genius, that the first movie my wife and I ever saw together was a Robin Williams film… Patch Adams. Williams, for all his chaotic behavior, had a way of bringing people together. He was like a jam band guitarist, fumbling around, playing crazy note after crazy note, until he struck that magic chord, had that impossible run, and, in that moment, touched greatness and shared it with the world.
My favorite Robin Williams film is The Fisher King. Sure, it’s a mess. I recognize that. But there’s a truth in it, hidden in the often rambling narrative. “How can you find that which my brightest and bravest could not?” And the fool replied, “I don’t know. I only knew that you were thirsty.” Robin Williams was thirsty. Hell, a lot of us are thirsty. But you can lead a horse to water, but sometimes the Red Knight guards the drink.
Godspeed, Robin Williams. And thanks for the memories. You will be missed.