If you haven't had the pleasure of watching W.C. Fields, watch the video above. "It's a gift," has been part of my life since the very moment I was birthed into this odd world. Strange as it may sound, when life is giving me a hard time, or rather people are irritating me, I think of W.C. Fields and suddenly the world becomes much funnier. This movie makes me laugh so hard that my nose sniffles and tears stream. W.C. Fields is my coping mechanism.
With my dad's cancer surgery tomorrow looming over my head, I thought it a good idea to post images of people my dad loves. He really has the best, worst, and the silliest taste in comedy. Dad's taste in comedians and writers has shaped me into the kind of woman who enjoys impossibly awkward moments, sharp wit hidden inside of quiet mumbles, crankiness, and people who surpass the limits of silly toward the boundaries of absurdity. He's the best. You can and should read his blog Letters from Graceyland because he also happens to be a brilliant writer. W.C. Fields with the great Mae West