Some of my fondest, most cherished memories of being a kid involve sitting around the TV with my parents and (on more than one occasion) my two older brothers- and laughing until I thought I’d throw up while we watched Robin Williams’ movies together. ‘Jumanji’ and ‘Hook’ thrilled me, ‘Mrs. Doubtfire’ charmed me, ‘Patch Adams’ moved me to tears, and I’m fairly certain I drove my parents crazy when I wouldn’t stop quoting Genie from ‘Aladdin’ or Batty from ‘Fern Gully.’
And as I grew up, I appreciated Robin Williams’ stand-up comedy more and more, and his more serious roles in ‘One Hour Photo,’ ‘Insomnia,’ and his cameo on ‘Law & Order: SVU.’ He was just as exciting to watch when he played a villain as he was when he was playing a funny, silly family-man.
The world has lost a tremendous talent who gave many people: my age, older, and younger- the gift of laughter. Whenever someone like this, someone we grew up with, goes like this- it’s like part of our childhood disappears right along with them. It’s heartbreaking.
Depression isn’t a joke, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s a sickness, not a stigma. If you, or someone you know is suffering- I urge you to seek the help you/they deserve. You are not alone in this. You are never, ever alone.
R.I.P., Robin. Thank you for all the memories.
No problem! Your costume cracked me up in the best way!
I think by now, everything that could have possibly been said about the fiery train wreck that is/was DashCon has been said. I was blissfully unaware of the existence of the convention until social media brought it to my attention and I scrolled through the first-hand accounts and photos- my jaw dropping in a mixture of horror and amusement. The ball pit, you guys. The fucking ball pit. I’m still reeling from that.
As a (fairly) regular Tumblr user, a member of multiple fandoms, and having attended a few different conventions over recent years- I didn’t even have to be present to know that DashCon was (more than likely) a disaster from the get-go. From the shoddy planning to the subject matter of the scheduled panels (BDSM 101? Are you shitting me?) to the treatment of vendors and guests (specifically the WTNV folks) who weren’t fully compensated, if they were compensated at all.
And after reading about the hotel debacle and how a plea for money from the organizers raised $17,000- I’m even more floored that folks in attendance fell for what looks like one of many red flags/scams attached to this.
People are free to spend their money on whatever they please. If you want to donate it to charity, that’s great. If you want to blow it all on yourself- that’s fine too. It’s your cash, after all- but I implore anyone looking to donate money without seeing any kind of proper documentation/paper trail to PLEASE proceed with caution. It’s your money- and you shouldn’t be cheated out of it the way I’m suspecting DashCon is doing to those who simply wanted to have a nice convention experience and were tricked into thinking they had to spend more money to do so.
$17,000 can go towards a lot of different things and help a lot of different people instead of lining the pockets of a group of individuals who keep mysteriously losing funds that should have otherwise gone to paying hotel staff and guests who had flown out to participate in their convention. An example would be my girl Britney’s IndieGoGo campaign to start an independent publishing company. She’s immensely talented, dedicated, upfront about where the funds will be spent- and only a couple of hundred bucks shy from from her $600 goal. Here’s the link: https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/project-big-moon
It’s better than funding DashCon or some guy’s attempt to make potato salad.
And of course, I’ll happily take donations to fund my “I’m leaving for San Diego Comic-Con in a few days and I’d like some extra money to buy a bunch of Walking Dead shit,” please and thank you!