Not so fast slick.

You're progressing rather quickly.

Little bit of a knack I have it seems. Funny enough, I haven't gotten much time to practice much. The gap between when I sent ya that last piece and now, I didn't make anything. But I watch, all the time. Watch and replay things in my head over and over, build a feel for it just alone like that, and when I'm ready, I go off and try something.

Same way I learned how to ride a bike, swim, and drive standard. Watch it, study it, take another step forward when I think I can. Here's hoping I keep going from here!

I like it <3

I'll get there. One foot at a time right? Bits and pieces.

How do you pronounce "swage?"

Swaj

That shitty The Thing prequel?

Prequal Sequal whatevers you want to call it.

Heavens no.

But she's so kawaii!

You never set any ground rules charles.

You know, depression is a terrible thing, for any that have it. But, what in particular makes this such a sad thing, is the joy he brought to people. He made people laugh, kids, adults, you name it. In cinema and people around him, he always joked, always had a smile, and a sense of humor. And all that humor, his bright outside demeanor, was to cope. To hide away what was eating him from the inside out.

And that's what makes it so terrible. He was a genuinely nice guy, on or off the stage, and had that special charm to make people laugh. But what was eating him away inside of him eventually even took that light out, that last, fundamental pillar of support that kept him going.

And that's the curse of a good comedian too often. They can make crowds laugh with ease, but inside, they're whittling away down to nothing. Imagine that. They make people laugh by the thousands, and to them, even with all the people they're surrounded by, they're alone.

How many years did he have it, eating away at him until everything he was, was a shade of grey and waking up in the morning no longer held any meaning or joy? Thinking about it now, this hits hard because I've been through depression before, and I know what it's like. And the thought of that man, that funny, great man being trapped in a self made prison, alone, for any possible number of years breaks my heart.

You know, depression is a terrible thing, for any that have it. But, what in particular makes this such a sad thing, is the joy he brought to people. He made people laugh, kids, adults, you name it. In cinema and people around him, he always joked, always had a smile, and a sense of humor. And all that humor, his bright outside demeanor, was to cope. To hide away what was eating him from the inside out.

And that's what makes it so terrible. He was a genuinely nice guy, on or off the stage, and had that special charm to make people laugh. But what was eating him away inside of him eventually even took that light out, that last, fundamental pillar of support that kept him going.

And that's the curse of a good comedian too often. They can make crowds laugh with ease, but inside, they're whittling away down to nothing. Imagine that. They make people laugh by the thousands, and to them, even with all the people they're surrounded by, they're alone.

How many years did he have it, eating away at him until everything he was, was a shade of grey and waking up in the morning no longer held any meaning or joy? Thinking about it now, this hits hard because I've been through depression before, and I know what it's like. And the thought of that man, that funny, great man being trapped in a self made prison, alone, for any possible number of years breaks my heart.

I think we should make a Weed Fairy based off Camnator.

Sort of like the bed intruder, except he inexplicitly leaves weed all over the place in people's houses. Or something along the lines of suscipicious activity involving a users computer, and then they receive a parcel in the mail stuffed with weed.

Too cool......

I really need to see that one.

Yeah, that settles it. I'm going to have to watch this one again. I haven't seen it in years.

Robin Williams' best performance by far. Such a good movie.

Currently, all I can think about is What Dreams May Come.

Thanks.

Now I can't stop crying.

FUCK. You know how when some other folks passed away this year, and we got stuff like this?





Well now somebody's going to do one for Robin Williams.