|Look at those kind, gentle eyes.|
Gene Wilder was a special person.
He was from Milwaukee, just like me. That makes me happy.
He played characters who were neurotic, sensitive, emotional, a bit crazed.
If you can't relate to that, I honestly don't really want to know you.
|Silver Streak is one of my all-time favorites.|
So I'm sad. Really, genuinely sad over the passing of this comic genius.
But then, the universe is all about balance.
Today, I checked my mail and found this.
|IRL name redacted, of course.|
Drummer Boy and I are going to see Eric Idle and John Cleese in person. WHAT.
This is a dream come true for me. To breathe the same air as Eric Idle is absolutely a dream come true for me, one that I've held since 1983 or so.
|Is it a coincidence that he somewhat resembles Gene Wilder?|
No, it sodding well is not.
Drummer Boy and I will be attending Mr. Idle and Mr. Cleese's show in Dallas on December 1 at the beautiful Majestic Theatre. This is the same venue where BekS and I saw William Shatner's one-man show a few years ago. Also a one-of-a-kind event. I blogged about it.
(Please click on that link if you're unfamiliar with the story of me seeing William Shatner live. It's pretty damn good, and I think it says a lot about me. In case you're into that sort of thing.)
I'm kind of terrified lest Messer. Idle or Cleese not make it, sort of, alive, until December. That's a terrible thought that is also quite valid, yeah?
That's life when you worship aging gods, yeah.
Anyway, I hope Gene Wilder finds naught but peace and joy in the afterlife, and I hope Eric Idle ad John Cleese continue to suffer all the crap this world has to offer until after December 1.
Yep, just like that.