Dying Is Easy; Comedy Is Hard

Robin Williams is dead, and there’s nothing to be done for it.

It’s a cruel, tragic waste of a brilliant, if often uneven, talent that obviously has affected people the world over–people who never met him, never interacted with him in any way except watching him on screens and monitors.  It seems grossly unfair and incomprehensible that someone who had the power to make so many people laugh apparently had such trouble finding happiness of his own.  How could it happen, that someone could be in that much pain, who seemingly had everything to live for?

The truth seems to be that it doesn’t matter if you drive a lovely car or live in a lovely house, or are surrounded by lovely people who care deeply for you, if it’s raining 24/7 inside your skull.  Some clearly have some sort of problem, whether it’s a chemical imbalance, or faulty neurological wiring, or a small demon setting up house on top of their hippocampus, which torments them and keeps them from living the great lives that they deserve to live.

It always seems even more shocking when something like this happens to comedians, as if it’s insult to injury that someone we depended on so frequently to make us laugh, now gives us grief.  While the notion that comedy doesn’t come from a joyous well of glee probably shouldn’t be surprising, the frequency with which depression and addiction attack comedians is an unpleasant reminder of the exact opposite.  An acknowledgement that the comedic sensibilities we admire are often forged from a lifetime of frustration and internal struggle.

I don’t know if there’s anything to be learned from this.  I don’t know if there is anything that would have helped him, or if this is just some malign fate that he could forestall but ultimately not escape.  If the phone had rang, or if someone had come to the door, would he have been safe after the moment had passed?  Or, perhaps, was it all something that had happened before, and only managed to make it to completion now?

There’s no way to see any grand lesson from something this senseless, except maybe the need to appreciate things.  Appreciate the good things, the things that make you laugh and give you joy, and appreciate too the bad things that plague others; appreciate that we all ride through life in our own little meat vehicles without any knowledge of what’s going on in the car next to us, and maybe appreciate that it’s better to err on the side of kindness accordingly.

None of this helps the anger or sadness of course–only time will help any of that.  They say that laughter is the best medicine; what a huge injustice that it often kills the doctor.


Teen Wolf, Season Four, Episode Six: “Orphaned”


  • Even boneguy is watching Kate thinking “man, that seems excessive.”
  • OMG, now I know what teen assassin Violet looks like–Maya Brooks from Mass Effect!
  • A thoracotomy gets rid of wolf bane? Remember when Derek had to find some and set it on fire and scrub it in the wound?
  • Still sucks to be Derek.
  • No one can figure out how to leverage superpowers into a little dough?
  • Oh Scott. Such a dupe sometimes.
  • Oh Garrett. Such a dupe sometimes.
  • Ow. That was worse than a splinter.
  • Ok, with that many dead people, it seems like someone with non-super smelling would have smelled them.
  • Malia voices the unspoken thought.
  • Nooooo, not Derek!
  • Wait, what about the wolfsbane?
  • Oh, ok, there’s the wolfsbane thoracotomy.
  • How is it that Melissa can’t get $ from Mr. McCall?

Teen Wolf, Season Four, Episode Five: “I.E.D.”


  • Return of Obsessed!Stiles!
  • In what world is Lydia a higher bounty than Derek?
  • Derek. Always makin’ friends.
  • Smiley!Derek!
  • In the history of ever, Scott has never wanted to cancel a lacrosse game.
  • Malia. Always makin’ friends.
  • Liam. Always makin’ friends.
  • Nice dude continues nice.
  • Deputy Parrish is really stepping up his game this season.
  • Apparently no one not a werewolf or mystical animal can be good at lacrosse.

Teen Wolf, Season One, Episode Six: “Heart Rate Monitor”


  • Angry!Stiles!
  • I wonder why Scott can’t just tell Alison he has to avoid her for the Lacrosse team or something.
  • My, Jackson’s gotten more charming. All he needed was a few Hale fingernails in the back of his neck.
  • Ha ha, Peter had a funky hairdo.
  • I don’t think you’re supposed to be able to chat as much as you like in detention.
  • Lookit Stiles, giving the “with great power comes great responsibility” speech!
  • Oh, apparently the detention teacher wasn’t as fond of the great responsibility speech.
  • Deaton, doing his “I don’t know anything about supernatural things!  I’m just a mild-mannered veterinarian!”
  • Oh Derek.

Teen Wolf, Season Four, Episode Three: “Muted”


  • In retrospect, why was this guy so alarmed at his cat being all bloody, when he had an abattoir underneath the stairs?
  • Derek seems oddly uncomfortable with having his innocent eyes back.
  • I find it hilarious that the only Asian family took one look at Beacon Hills and despite having their own superpowers, said “NOPE” and tried to head back to civilization where whole families don’t get burnt or axed or eaten every other minute.
  • Do none of the teachers in Beacon Hills High notice that Malia can barely speak English, much less do algebra?  This is the worst school ever.
  • That was the most over-the-top exercise intolerance performance ever, by O’Brien.  It’s like, after all that running he did in “Maze Runner,” he forgot what it was like to be unfit.
  • Liam really picked a crappy time at which to try to Lacrosse.
  • This just doesn’t seem like the only course of action open to Scott.  He didn’t look like he was trying all that hard to get away from the Wendigo before munching down.
  • I’m going to guess that Liam had some terminal disease or something that the bite is going to cure.  On the other hand, hopefully he didn’t have Hepatitis or something, given that Scott just got a mouthful of his blood.  Ick.

Teen Wolf, Season Four, Episode Two: “117”


  • You’d think after awhile, Beacon Hills would have learned not to hold its big championship games on the nights of the Full Moon.
  • I guess…Scott is more ok with his Dad now?
  • Nobody ever cleaned up the Hale House after all those years?
  • Haige is a bastard, and is an unnecessary contributor to poor Derek’s Life of Suckage.
  • I’m not so sure Sheriff Stilinski really wants full disclosure at this point.
  • Oh Stiles…
  • It’s kind of weird that they are so squidged out over the gas station guy’s mutilation, after all the horrible death they’ve seen previously.
  • Well that was almost some parental concern from Peter.
  • Are…are Scott and Malia trying to slap those Berzerkers in the chest to death?
  • Does anyone want to try to freaking help Derek?!
  • Woo! Hoechlin, baby! With innocent eyes!

Teen Wolf, Season One, Episode Four: “Magic Bullet”


  • Oops, starting to realize why Colton Haynes wasn’t in the third season.
  • OMG, the inception of the anchor concept! Too bad we know what happens to this anchor.
  • Wow, I barely even recognize Peter. Still screwing with Derek, after all these years.
  • Stiles actually says the words “teen wolf.”
  • …And, the weekly beat down on Derek happens apace.
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