Sunday, August 17, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
You have no doubt heard of "Phantom Limb Syndrome."
Since our last poodle standing passed away two days ago, I am now experiencing Phantom Dog Syndrome.
Everywhere in the house I expect to see Elmo. I open the fridge and he is not there to beg. I get up from my desk to take him out, and he is not there. I think I see him out of the corner of my eye, but I am seeing things.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Sean (Robin Williams): My wife used to fart when she was nervous. She had all sorts of wonderful little idiosyncrasies. She used to fart in her sleep. I thought I’d share that with you. One night it was so loud it woke the dog up. She woke up and went ‘ah was that you?’ And I didn’t have the heart to tell her. Oh!
Will: She woke herself up?
Sean: Ah...! But Will, she’s been dead for 2 years, and that's the shit I remember: wonderful stuff you know? Little things like that. Those are the things I miss the most. The little idiosyncrasies that only I know about: that's what made her my wife. Oh she had the goods on me too, she knew all my little peccadilloes. People call these things imperfections, but there not. Ah, that's the good stuff.