Current Notes: Maybe a Twinkie, too...
Sorry, I’m gonna be a bit
moody for probably a ridiculous reason today. (sigh) Yeah, I never knew him,
but Heavens Above, I had such a crush on Harold
Ramis. Many would think I had a crush on his Egon Spengler character in Ghostbusters, but I also loved him in Stripes, and could almost smell his
writing style in Vacation, Caddyshack, and Back to School. Seemed like if there was an 80s comedy I loved, Mister
Ramis was in the credits somewhere.
He died yesterday. Never got
to meet him, always hoped he and Bill Murray would patch things up after their
rift during Groundhog Day. Never
heard another girl confess her obsession with him – in fact, the times I
mentioned mine always earned me some strange looks, and 90% of the time, I’d
have to follow through with an explanation of how they’d recognize him and what
else he did. Then I’d get another weird look before someone wanted to discuss
Tom Cruise or Tom Selleck again.
Ah, well. Some crushes are
best enjoyed and/or suffered alone. I wish he’d gotten the credit he earned and
hope he got the acclaim he was comfortable dealing with. Unlike my Star Wars fangirl years, I’m proud to
say I spent a good part of my misspent youth – possibly the best part –
obsessing over Harold Ramis. I have no regrets, other than I didn’t get to make
an azz of myself in front of him over him. And maybe even that’s for the best.
Hope I see him on the other
side, ya’ll.
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