Robin Williams, July 21, 1951-August 11, 2014

When I was a boy my father introduced me to Chaplin, and Benny, and Hope. I discovered Jonathan Winters and Red Skelton and Louis Nye and Paul Lynde and Robin Williams and The National Lampoon and SCTV on my own; and when I say "on my own" I mean television and radio, much of it late night, some of it afternoon talk shows, some of it those chance encounters that, as a kid, you think are a secret message only you are receiving. Then you discover that "rare" album you've been playing to death has sold 200 million copies worldwide or something.

Just as my dad introduced me to some funny people, we'll tell others they should check out Robin Williams. There's no doubt they'll like him; his range was so wide there's something for everybody.

Many great pieces written in the past hours on this subject, but I encourage you to read this one by Paul F. Tompkins.

Philadelphia Stories celebrates its 10th anniversary with a gala event at the Cheltenham Center for the Arts on Saturday, September 20, 2014, from 7-10pm.

Philadelphia Stories celebrates its 10th anniversary with a gala event at the Cheltenham Center for the Arts (439 Ashbourne Road, Cheltenham, PA) on Saturday, September 20, 2014, from 7-10pm. The festivities will include a live auction, art opening, and the release of The Best of Philadelphia Stories, 10th Anniversary Edition anthology.

More information and reservations at philadelphiastories.org.

Thirty minutes of competitive depression.

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Thirty minutes of competitive depression. Yet no one cares. No one sympathizes with the artist. From 2010, Dead Authors Podcast. Whatever happened to the rest of it?

John Hodgman on Speakeasy with Paul F. Tompkins.

I hate this guy. He didn't even know how funny his work was. Now I watch everything he does so I can spot a weakness...somewhere there must be one...somewhere....