I love you all, every human one of you. Stay safe.

Two of my favorite people were friends.

Koko The Gorilla Mourns Robin Williams
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Koko the gorilla, who was cheered by a visit from Robin Williams during a sad moment in her life, is in mourning.

Lauren Bacall has died. Here she is with Hoagie Carmichael singing the classic “Am I Blue”.

Field Of Bad Dreams: 13 Bizarre & Creepy Japanese Scarecrows

Since I last posted, it’s been confirmed that Robin Williams is dead. Why does it shock us so, why do we never get inured to such things, when we know that eventually every one of us is going to end? Why does the loss of someone we don’t know personally hurt so much?

With Robin Williams, part of it is that most of us felt very close to him. You see it in the comments rippling out through the connected world, a genuine sorrow, the feeling of having lost not just an entertainer, but someone we felt close to. He’ll live on past our lifetimes and be remembered, as with other important and admired comedians and actors, but I wonder if the generations who encounter him later will be able to feel what we did, even those of us who only saw him in the movies or on television — “this guy is a friend of mine”.

If the news about Robin Williams’ death is true, all I can say is how sad it makes me. He’s been a favorite in our household for a long time, and one of my most treasured possessions is a copy of the script for THE FISHER KING that he sent me.

If he’s truly gone, we’ve lost a lovely, talented human being.

No Doctors Today, Thank You.

They tell me that euphoria is the feeling of feeling wonderful, well, today I feel euphorian,
Today I have the agility of a Greek god and the appetite of a Victorian.
Yes, today I may even go forth without my galoshes,
Today I am a swashbuckler, would anybody like me to buckle any swashes?
This is my euphorian day,
I will ring welkins and before anybody answers I will run away.
I will tame me a caribou
And bedeck it with marabou.
I will pen me my memoirs.
Ah youth, youth! What euphorian days them was!
I wasn’t much of a hand for the boudoirs,
I was generally to be found where the food was.
Does anybody want any flotsam?
I’ve gotsam.
Does anybody want any jetsam?
I can getsam.
I can play chopsticks on the Wurlitzer,
I can speak Portuguese like a Berlitzer.
I can don or doff my shoes without tying or untying the laces because I am wearing moccasins,
And I practically know the difference between serums and antitoccasins.
Kind people, don’t think me purse-proud, don’t set me down as vainglorious,
I’m just a little euphonious.

– Ogden Nash

Pig in Boots
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Via the awesome i&o blog, we bring you Cinders, a pig with mysphobia – a fear of dirt. The porker’s owners, Debbie and Andrew Keeble, pig farmers and sausage makers in North Yorkshire England, had never seen anything like it. The tiny piglet would cower and shake in the grass at the edge of…

I don’t know if I’d go so far as to call this “funny”…

Okay, yes, I would. It reminds me of the monkeys that finally taught Valentine Michael Smith to laugh. That kind of funny.

These Drunk Russian Grandpas Are Bad At Fighting, Even Worse At Standing Up
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Definitely fighting over some old lady poon.

A strip for the Shakespeare scholars.

I mean, come on. You have to laugh. (While you cringe.)

Fox News and Fox News Latino Cover The Same Story, Hilarity Ensues
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Each and every day, Fox News must walk the tightrope of both demonizing Latinos to appeal to their conservative, white…