I was sharing some of my childhood memories with the New Boy on Tuesday… after a day of dealing with stressful things, including my post about whether or not I thought he was interested in me as a person or not…
We’d been talking about movies and things, and I told him that Dumbo had been my favorite movie growing up. Told him about the blog post I’d written about it and the Jungle Book some longish time ago, too. One of the things that stuck out to me was that I remembered my mother telling me how fixated I was with the story of Dumbo. I suppose it wouldn’t have been that weird, but the memory struck me as odd given that there are some pretty terrifying scenes in that movie.
Pink Elephants on Parade immediately comes to mind… Continue reading Warning Signs Unnoticed
This poem is inspired in part by the #MissMuseMe post from Twitter.
Continue reading A Splash of Remembrance (An Original Poem)
Today the challenge asks me to write about something someone told me that I’ll never forget. Well, I have a somewhat eidetic memory from time to time, so I remember a lot. I remember my first nightmare for crying out loud! I was only 5… I shouldn’t logically remember that, but I do.
So the better way to phrase today’s challenge would be to write about am important thing someone told me that I still remember. That’s a much smaller number. The one that sticks out is a bit of a cliche, but happens to be fairly true. And it keeps me going when things get bad… usually.
There was a girl (I say girl, she was a fully grown adult, ex-military and divorced) living in my dorm during my first attempt at college. We were smoking buddies…yes I used to smoke, but I haven’t had a cigarette in a really long time.
After she and I had both moved out of the dorms, she told me (after telling me she gave me a bad reference when trying to rent a house) that I always somehow managed to land on my feet. At that exact moment, I was pissed about her not helping me get into a place that was perfect for what was going to be my new life. The compliment was still felt; like I said
yesterday earlier, they make me smile even if it takes a while. It took me a while to realize she had actually done me a favor. Continue reading JWC Day 2: I’ll Never Forget…
Years ago (over 20 years, in fact), Fox did a little show called Herman’s Head which personified the four primary emotions that ran a man as perceived in the early 1990s: Lust, Intellect, Anxiety, and Sensitivity. When I first started seeing trailers for the new Pixar film, Inside Out, I was more than a little convinced that it would be the same basic thing, but from the inside of a tween-aged person.
I was pleased to say I was wrong!
Last night I went to an advanced screening, and I thoroughly enjoyed the movie!
More than just a reinvention of an old show for a new audience (seriously Transformers was just an old cartoon all grown up… and they ruined it, buh-bye to all those childhood memories), Inside Out actually took the concept and made it better! It wasn’t just a handful of emotions running the show. There was a whole production outside of “headquarters” with towns and trains and all the major components of the brain, and the brain’s development.
And of course there were the emotions, too.
Continue reading Inside Out: More than just Herman’s Head for kids
Here’s a little insight into me, for those of you who are new, or, well, frankly just because: I like to write at a diner. I like a place where I can sit and eat really unhealthy stuff (or sometimes a salad) and write until I’m done. It needs to be a place where they aren’t going to bother me and ask me to leave, but also a place that keeps my tea filled.
I actually really like that type of place where it’s 24 hours and I don’t have to worry about how late I’m there, and if it has a smoking section, even better. Not that I smoke (anymore), but there’s a laid back feeling to a smoking section that other sections don’t have. It’s understood that smokers will sit around longer, because they need a cigarette to finish their meal… Obviously. Continue reading What Happened to the Diner?