Today I started a part time job caretaking and chauffeuring for a family, their kids. The irony of this is beyond comment. I'm terribly conflicted. But also broke. Money is stupid.
Today Gene Wilder passed away. Beyond the awfulness of losing such a beautiful person, as any regular readers of Blahg will know, Wilder means a lot to people round these parts.
A few weeks or months ago, someone I cared about told me they were mad at me and didn't want to talk to me, via text. I haven't heard from them since, nor do I expect to at this point.
The last text they sent ended with "Good day sir!"
It was actually pretty funny.
But I'm a little overloaded on morbid and ironic humor at the moment. I'm still so adrift. I don't even have access to my music. It's locked away on a hard drive.
That seems like a silly thing. But when you have very little of your own, when you live in and around other people's landscapes and lives, those small things may be all you've got. Or don't have, as the case may be.
At any rate, pretty sure we've mentioned Wilder's autobiography before: Kiss Me Like A Stranger. It was an amazingly honest and forthright book. I think a person could read it and like Wilder less. But it only made me love Gene even more. Which probably explains something about me. Whatever.
The point is:
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