Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Going public.

I've been pondering tidying this blog up. Deleting any posts that might not be something I want associated with my name. Maybe deleting any posts that just aren't up to snuff (I realize that there will be many).

I feel like anonymous blogging is great and don't plan to publicize my full name, but it seems unwise to have anything poorly written or controversial out there floating around. Certainly not with the way technology is changing. Is it only a matter of time before my name comes fully up in the blog somehow?

On the other hand, the blog is a fascinating time capsule. Furthermore, maybe there is a space on Google+/Facebook where I can move the good stuff AND the poop jokes; someplace where I can better choose who reads my unrestricted thoughts, and the blog can be a public place.

Thoughts, anyone?

Monday, July 11, 2011

Things scarier than rats are lurking.

New shoes:

























So, can I just mention that I was downtown a few weeks ago and stepped on a used needle? Sorry, it squicks me out too. Didn't get into my shoe, but I was well freaked out. This makes the second used needle I've stepped on, so far.

There is no reason to bring this up, other than the fact that it flits into my mind more than I anticipated it would and I just find it so disturbing. And depressing. What are we supposed to do about this kind of drug use in our society? I have no idea.

Watch where you walk, friends.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Cars 2 Was Too Good For You

Last night Muffin took me to see Cars 2 in 2D and it was utterly charming.

There has been a lot of bad press for this movie, but I found it thoroughly entertaining and visually stunning. While the Blue Collar Comedy Tour and slapstick comedy stuff doesn't do much for me, the story was sweet and the characters endearing and funny.

I think this movie has such poor reviews because people expect a certain amount of schlocky sentimentality from Pixar. Pixar movies almost always make me cry. When Steve and I saw Up we were blubbering like giant babies in the first 5 minutes, but all around us children sat in unmoved silence. Most of them have never loved someone only to lose them. They haven't made enough decisions to understand regret. It was the adults in the theater that wept in understanding of an old man's pain.

At the heart of it, the real reason critics object to Cars is that Pixar took the time to make a children's movie for children instead of making an adult's movie that is safe for children (TWICE, HARUMPH). I watch a lot of kid's movies and the Cars movies are among the best of those kid's movies that are truly intended for kids.

In Cars 2 we follow Tow Mater, by far the Cars character most beloved by children. Sure kids like his off-color jokes, but who would you rather love: the self-centered race car that always wins, or his stalwart friend who bumbles through life with a sunny outlook and tremendous honesty and kindness. Who among us prefers Frodo to Sam? Nobody. Tow Mater is the heart of Cars.

Furthermore, kids get Mater. They've been the butt of jokes. They've made mistakes and felt embarrassed. Tow Mater is the fat kid in class, and in Cars 2 Tow Mater gets the girl. Tow Mater saves the day. Tow Mater solves the mystery. Like Goonies and Monster Squad, Can't Buy Me Love and 16 Candles, in Cars 2 the dorks win.

There's nothing Americans love better than the little guy winning. We love to root for the underdog, so why is it that America's film critics can't love Tow Mater?

Because they couldn't see the greatness inside him either. America's critics underestimate Cars 2, in exactly the same way the characters in the movie underestimate Tow Mater. Maybe they should watch Cars 2 again because they simply didn't get it, unlike countless children.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Mind boggled by Sir Richard Branson, as usual.

My brain has just drained out my ears. My favorite quirky billionaire adventurer is at it again.

Today Virign Oceanic launched, and SRB and friends will be diving to the bottom of the lowest points of the ocean(s) to explore and map what they can.

ZOMG.

I've been feeling sad about the space program in the US and how inspiring human exploration can be and what it means to a culture to lose that. And now here is a new point of exploration. I do wonder what it means when private sources fund scientific exploration. I understand that this has generally been how this is done for the majority of human development; but, something in me thinks that everyone benefits from this type of exploratory science and isn't that something worth governmental funding?

Beyond being excited, I'm just so... pleased. Sir Richard, I would bake you a cake if I could. And I'd even try to keep my hands to myself while you snacked.

Read more at Virgin Oceanic. Seriously, you should.

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Uh.... I...

Well, you watch this and tell me:


Thursday, March 31, 2011

Congratulations! You're totally not dead, yet!

One of the best, kindest, funnest (funnest is grammatically correct- I just looked it up) people I've ever known is celebrating her birthday today.

Happy birthday, Angie!

Angie has the biggest heart of anyone I know, and even though I may have called her a jerkopotamus for having lost a bunch of weight and looking all sassy, she is a total awesomesaurus and deserving of the best birthday ever.

Angie faces everything in her life, good or bad, with serenity and dignity.

Angie is loyal to a fault. And really her worst quality is how profoundly kind she is.

Angie is always looking for the next opportunity to do better, be better, be happier, and have fun.

The best decision I've made in quite a while was to work out a few days a week with Angie. I'm sure the cardio is great for my health, but the opportunity to monopolize Angie for an hour several days a week is incomparable.

She an amazing partner in crime. And I care for her deeply.

If there is some reward for being wonderful, surely she will receive two.

Angie, you're the best and we all love you. Happy happy happy birthday!