Over the rainbow, I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.
Having suffered from both depression and addiction issues for many years myself, I’ve been having a very hard time trying to think objectively about the death of this wonderful man. In the end I’ve decided that I just can’t. So I’ve decided instead to just say what I’ve seen in him since I first saw him on Happy Days, before Mork & Mindy, back in the 70s. It was in his eyes…
I bookmarked this video a long time age. I’m very thankful that a rerun of the Criminal Minds – Elephant’s Memory episode reminded me of it. I can think of no better ‘reflection’ for the mood I’ve been in lately…
Have you ever been so depressed that all your thoughts begin to seem like one long, whining, drone? Well, that’s how I felt yesterday, and why I couldn’t muster up the energy to post these great MetalGuruMessiah videos until now.
And everything I can’t remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I’ve rendered
I’ve stretched myself beyond my means …
Last night I watched the 2nd episode from the 3rd season of another show that really excites and engages me – TNT’s Perception. I wrote about it a year ago as well (in a post that also went almost completely unnoticed) and its longevity has surprised me even more that of Continuum. And yet here I am, writing about it again. Hell, maybe you do have to be crazy to get it, but there’s apparently crazy enough to go around!
I’ve mentioned before how I’ve been allowing my youngest son living with me. You know, the one who asked if he could move in with me because it was closer to the college that he now no longer attends? The one who promised that his presence here wouldn’t be a burden to me, and said that having someone to look out for me would, in fact, be a good thing? Yeah, that’s the one!
A storm front is approaching. My mind is in overdrive. And I seem to be going nowhere. But very, very, fast… :/
Having learned at a very young age how rarely my interpretations of the world around me lines up with those of other people, I’ve never, ever, felt comfortable assuming I could predict how anyone would react to anything – not even the people I’ve been close to. Take other men for example. On the surface at least, we all seem to have in common a love for gadgets, action, and attractive women. You know, guy stuff. But in the end, almost none of the guys I’ve known have had much interest at all in discussing why we are the way we are and what our likes and dislikes say about us.
M-R’s comment on my previous post reminded me that I’ve done a very poor job of representing one of my favorite bands on this blog – Three Dog Night. The thing is, how does one go about paying tribute to a band that had 21 consecutive top 40 hits? Well, for me at least, the solution is easy…
I’ll simply post the ones that I sang along to the most!