tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244999628674918029.post5980859261915487573..comments2024-03-29T07:42:16.684-05:00Comments on Bayou Renaissance Man: RIP, Blake EdwardsPeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595089829300831372noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244999628674918029.post-12970262390424094962010-12-18T13:05:49.934-06:002010-12-18T13:05:49.934-06:00"Does your dog bite?" "no" &q..."Does your dog bite?" "no" "Nice doggy"<br />GRRRR<br />"That is NOT my dog!"<br />- Inspector Clouseau<br />_____________________<br /><br />"Do you have any experience with needles?" "I used to be a junkie."<br />"Would it ruin your amateur standing if you helped me...?"<br /> - SOB<br /><br />We'll miss you!Georgenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6244999628674918029.post-81572037430690127922010-12-17T08:15:11.229-06:002010-12-17T08:15:11.229-06:00This is a paragraph from Blake Edwards obit in the...This is a paragraph from Blake Edwards obit in the NYTimes. It seems that he was drawing from his own experiences for his comedy.<br /><br />A lifelong depressive, Mr. Edwards told The New York Times in 2001 that at one point his depression was so bad that he became seriously suicidal. After deciding that shooting himself would be too messy and drowning too uncertain, he decided to slit his wrists on the beach at Malibu while looking at the ocean. But while he was holding a two-sided razor, his Great Dane started licking his ear, and his retriever, eager for a game of fetch, dropped a ball in his lap. Trying to get the dog to go away, Mr. Edwards threw the ball, dropped the razor and dislocated his shoulder. So I think to myself, he said, this just isn't a day to commit suicide. Trying to retrieve the razor, he stepped on it and ended up in the emergency room.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com