Bugs Bunny isn’t your conventional trickster god – he doesn’t steal or lie; rather he inflicts on us a societal hubris. He traps us in the rules, conventions and expectations we’ve made. Forcing us to go through the niceties of the barbershop or DMV at the times most inconvenient to us. If we didn’t have these rules – if it was twelve thousand years ago and all we had was a snare and a knife, Bugs would be nothing more than a mortal rabbit. But now we have built so much and he has become a god.
Bugs Bunny is a whimsical god, but a just one. He only ever exacts his wrath upon those who provoke it. Show Bugs the proper respect and he will do you no harm. Cross him, and hear the prelude to your destruction: “Of course, you know, this means war.”
Jerry Orbach would leave home early in the morning to shoot movies and TV shows. Every day before he left he would write out a love poem for his wife, Elaine, who would read it with her coffee. She saved them all, and after Jerry died in 2004 she published the best of them in a book called Remember How I Love You: Love Letters From An Extraordinary Marriage.
as if i couldn’t love Jerry Orbach/Lenny Briscoe any more than i already do
I had a dream last night that they made a new Bond movie, but they didn’t say who was playing Bond. Throughout the movie you have no idea which character is really Bond, because he’s undercover, duh. And every single character, no matter how minor, was played by somebody famous, so they could all conceivably be Bond. And at the end it turns out Bond was Leslie Jones.
Mooncustafer 