This was the year...

This was a big year. Many things large happened this year. 2009 was the year...

-It was the year I learned everything. Nearly all shows I know at the company I learned this year. Bpb crosstraining, opening MISICI, Fantasmic (twice), Rangers and high school. Lots of learning done this year.

-...the year I saw all five best picture nominees.

-...the year I saw 60+ movies.

-...the year I got a full time.

-...the year I got a best friend.

-...The year I bought a nice phone for myself.

-...the year I went home twice.

-...the year I had a girlfriend. 1st time I've had one in 5 years.

-...the year I only moved once.

-...the year I had a hot tub. It was great.

-...the year I was enamored.

-...the year I seriously considered going home home.

-...the year of....various other things

Point is, 09 was a year. And I'm glad that '10 has arrived safely

Best of '09

2009. A year of movies. Not all great, not all bad. I unfortunatly haven't seen all the movies I'd like and/or need to see. But alas, here are the best of what I did see. Well, the best and maybe one or two favorites.



1. Up in the Air. Amazingly crafted, beautifully acted and directed. Jason Reitman's best film.



2. Away We Go. This heartwarming film about a couple trying to find where they should settle down and start their family has been dismissed by critics. Don't listen to those skeptics. See it for yourself first. It's beautiful.



3. I Love You, Man. The best 'bromantic' comedy to date. Every performance in this movie is comic perfection. Paul Rudd. Jason Segal. Best Men.



4. Star Trek. This reboot most likely would have been wretched had it not been for J.J. Abrams at its helm. He has the midas touch.



5. Inglourious Basterds. Quinten Tarintino's WWII noir was one of the most trigger happy films of the year. An one a lot of fun to watch.



6. Up. Pixar can officially do no wrong. One of their most beautifully animated movies they have released.



7. The Proposal. Ok. Fine. This is more of a guilty pleasure. But Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds are so great together in this comedy. Betty White's cameo alone is worth a viewing.



8. Taken. Liam Neeson kicks some serious French and bad guy ass as the father of a kidnapped girl. Amazing action in this movie.



9. The Hangover. I do realize I have put alot of comedies on the list but I would be remiss if I left this one out. To borrow the tag from the movie, "Some guys just can't handle Vegas". Perhaps, but it's really fun to watch them try.



10. (500) Days of Summer. This unconventional story ("This is NOT a love story," the narrator explains) about a boy who meets a girl showcases great performances from it's lead actors and an awesome soundtrack.

As for the worst? Well, I believe a picture tells a thousand words so I'll let the posters tell you of the hours of wasted time the hold.

Up in the Air

I should've gotten this done days ago. But life has been 1 part chaotic, 2 parts busy, with a spritz of sleep. I'm gonna try to catch up on my blogging today as its my 1 day off before the new year and things need to get blogged.

First.

I saw a film called Up in the Air. It was so good. Its a story of a man who flies the country place to place. He spends most of his days on aircrats, accumulating frequent flyer miles (His goal is to collect 10,000,000. An amount which 7-8 have ever gotten). His job is what has him in the air 325 days out of the year. He is hired through a company to come to various cities in various states to fire people. But it's more complicated than that. His official line of work is called "Career Transition Counseling". So along with doing the dirty work, he gets the employees to feel empowered by their uneployment.

Its a self realization story that is deftly executed by Jason Reitman. He is coming to be one of my favorite directors. Thank You For Smoking, Juno, and now Up in the Air. He is proving himself to be the ruler of seriocomedies. He directs an amazing cast as well. George Clooney's turn as lead character Ryan, is definatly worthy of an Oscar nod. As is Anna Kendrick's performance as up-and-comer Natalie.

So go see the movie. Support the occasional Jason Reitman amazingness that gets released. Maybe that way, more amazing may spring forth into our lives.

What's the hold-up?

The other day, a watched someone get arrested. It was quite dramatic and prevented me from getting home in a timely manner. You see, I was at Chipotle getting a nice dinner for myself after a long day. After exiting the building, getting to my car, and looking behind me to back out of my excellent parking spot, I see this:


There was also police vehicles located in front and behind, the car behind me, as in, I wasn't going anywhere. After sitting and watching this episode of cop drama unfold, I gathered the following information.

-The low-ride pant wearing, go-t'd, thug driver was stopped because he was putting on his seatbelt when the car was already in motion.
-Thug's unwillingness to let the cops search his car led to the belief that Thug was also Drug Dealer.

So as I watched this Officer bark at these people (there was 2 other passengers, 1 guy and 1 girl who will hence be know as Homie and...i dunno, Bridget.), I couldn't help but think this guy is a walking stereotype. Guys like this is the reason civilians think cops are deuche-bags. On the same token, the "suspects" were also playing into stereotypes as well. I mean, I even call them "Thug" and "homie". That help you paint a little picture?


Thug decided it would be faster to let the gentlemen search his car and when no narcotic traces were found, they were just gonna give a ticket for that seatbelt thing. When Thug refused to sign the ticket ("SAY NO ONE MORE TIME..." barked the officer.) they wrestled him to the hood of the car, cuffed him, and took him downtown. Needless to say, Homie and Bridget were not happy about this. When the tried to intervene, Officer Angry ordered them to the side walk. Homie let out a few verses of "You ain't gon be disrespecting me, son!" and about 10 minutes and the arrival of a k-9 unit, I was free to go.

On a sidenote, I can now see the Thestrals.

No Shelter

I'm about to be homeless. Come Feb. 1st, I have no shelter for protection. I'm getting worried about this. If you hear of anyone in need of a roommate, let me know. Pretty please with cherries on top?

...just one more

Tonight was the finale to a mundane season of So You Think You Can Dance?

Now, in this finale show, the judges get to pick their favorite numbers from the season but they left out a crucial dance.

This was from the "Meet the Top 20" episode before the competition actually started. I suppose they really couldn't pick it as it features Billy Bell who had to bow out due to illness but it by far one of the most amazing perfomaces of the past weeks. It is also one of the only Mandy Moore pieces I thuroughly enjoy. Let the contemporary seap into your every pore and soak in the amazingness.

"Viva la Vida"

Ode to Time

I'm gonna try to make this sound as honest and real as possible.

But I'm not making any promises.

I know I have stated how, in my oppinion, 24 is amazing. So this is just a rieteration.

24 is truly amazing. I consider myself an avid television viewer. I watch more shows and have more seasons of Tv-on-DVD than I care to discuss. No, I am not a certified critic, nor have I yet contributed anything of value to the medium. But I do have damn fine taste. I know good programming when I see it and 24 is one of the most engaging shows you will ever see.

To get more specific, season 5 of this show exceeds its own extraordinarily high standards. It's affected me. It is a powerful, emotional, intense day in the life of Agent Jack Bauer. He takes us through his day, giving us a glimpse of the lengths he is willing to go to to keep the civilians of the United States safe. In season 5, he is in a particularly vulnerable state as he is suppose to be dead. But once more, he sticks his neck out to save lives. He is a patriot, a hero.

I do know that Jack Bauer is a fictional character played by Kiefer Sutherland on a television program. A.K.A. NOT REAL. I get it. But it has brought out an emotional response in me, which is really what TV and movies (good tv and movies anyway) are supposed to do. Make you feel something.

I recomend you watch the show, obviously. If you get to Season 5 you will be treated with intense story involving some deadly Sytox nerve gas, outstanding performances from a fantastic case, including Gregory Itzin's award winning turn as the crooked President Logan, and 24 episodes of sheer entertainment.

Damn it, you're running out of time!

Thank you Joe Purdy

I just can't seem to get it right today
I just can't seem to get it right today
I just can't seem to get it right today
I guess I'm gonna give up
Oh, I guess I'm gonna give up

Thank you, Joe Purdy, for providing appropriate words for what I am feeling.

Letters in a blog

I'm trying this. Just go with it.

Dear fantasmic,

Thank you for giving me OT, I really do appreciate it. But you are wearing me out. You are creating very long work days for me and it's taking his toll.

Dear Dr. Pepper,

Thank you for sustaining me. I would be a pile of mush flesh-like product if it wasn't for you.

Dear Friend,

I'm sorry I continually do things to upset you. I feel like things are just getting misunderstood. I'm trying to not upset you, its just clearly not working well.

Dear tv-on-dvd,

I love you.

Thank you for your time.

Let's Chat

Ok, so Facebook chat iritates me.

To start at the beginning, I feel a slight twinge of annoyance in the depths of my soul that I have to log onto Facebook in the first place. I never have really loved the site, it was just what everyone else started using and I'm fine to go along with things. I can adjust to it, whatever. Its fine. I was just loyal to myspace, I liked it better. Then it made its decent into obscurity and irrelevance. Which has left me stuck on the social network site I would've rather opted out of.

Anyway, you can use a form of Instant Messaging that they call "Facebook Chat". While in average situations, this tool is fine to use, but once you are having a serious important discussion, it makes the vein in my forehead surge with annoyance. You see there is this little speech bubble that pops up when the other person is typing.

Often people will write and rewrite what they are going to say which makes the bubble appear then vanish multiple times. And frequently, the result is a 3 word sentence. Yes, I am in impatient man. I never claimed to be otherwise. This is not my choice form of communication, but if need be, I will adapt and learn to put my impatience in a little box so there is only joy and love in the room.

Christ-mehs

I don't really like the holidays. There was just a lot of fighting going on during the holidays while I was growing up. Then, when I got to be about 15, I just got myself into situations that left me upset and lonely at the "happiest time of year". Anyway, point being, I'm not particularly fond of any of the holidays (I do really like 4th of July though. I'm not really sure how that one got through, but alas, there we are).

This Christmas will be my first away from home. I am kinda sad about that. My first Dec. 25 with no snow or having to wait up in my brothers room to see what we got from Santa (my parents brought us down one at a time, youngest to oldest, which of course means I was the last to go.) In the later years, having my grandpa come give 'the grandparent gift' (which is a term I just coined) and join in the Christmas morning merriment.

The Grandparent Gift
Definition: The miscellaneous and often random gift you recieve from a family elder, because they have absolutely no idea what you would like/want/need.

Anyway, after my siblings begged to open everything and my mom would joke about having to choose 1 thing to send back to Santa, which would make the younger siblings very upset and scream and whine and throw things, we got ready to go to my grandma's (different side of the family). Around 11-12 we packed up the Oddesey with our favorite gadget/toy and went to have the super-sized family gathering down at Grandma Colleen's to show off/compare our awesomeness.

Once here, there was still that excited buzz of sharing what we got before we ate breakfast. My grandma decided long, long ago that she needed to go get a ham for this(I think its the only time of year I ever ate ham). There was also vats of eggs and oj and usually some sort of fruit salad and, of course, Mickey Mouse waffles. Again, this is the only time all year that these waffle irons, with my boss's face, are used. It's comforting.

Before we settle into a nice food coma, we got our presents from Grandma. These gifts were often preselcted by ourselves. Around Thanksgiving, she'd take us all shopping to get jean's or shoes or whatnot so we always knew what we were getting and we'd convey the appropriate amount of enthusiasm and we'd hug her and have to take a picture with her. Mostly because my mom likes to take a picture of everything and make sure she gets 2-3 shots of it all just in case the first doesn't turn out correctly. This did not please grandma. She has A LOT of grandchildren so she has to sit and smile for about 10 minutes to get through them all and she is a woman who does not enjoy smiling and posing for extended periods of time.

Anywho, I don't know that I was planning on sharing all that but i did. I'm gonna miss all that this year. And even though, the super-sized family breakfast was packed with passive-aggressive tension, it was still a nice concept to be with family on Christmas. This year, I'll be singing and dancing for other people's families, which is cool too, I guess.

In my effort to get the "humbugs" out of me, I added some holiday music to the playlist. Enjoy.

Oh and I would also like to apologize for all of the run-on sentences in this blog. I never took English in college.

double dose of pleasant

Ok so third post of the day. Thats intense. For me anyway. For +brycrash that's just a regular day in the blogesphere, but for me, three in a day is a big deal (heheheh...dirty)

I heard these two songs on my iPod driving home from work and they took some of the glum out of my day.

The first is "The Bird and the Worm" by Owl City. You can locate the song in the playlist on your right.

If you're the bird whenever we pretend it's summer
Then I'm the worm, I know the part; it's such a bummer
But fair is fair, if my segments get separated, I'll scream
And you'll be there

Close your eyes (close my eyes)
So I'd get caught and off of your shoulder
And feel the shine (feel the shine), I'm hooked so toss me over
And cast the line (we'll all try)
I'll throw a party and greet my undersea friends (it depends)
As they arrive (if they arrive)

You and I left our troubles far behind (troubles far behind)
But I still have just one more question on my mind
For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
With friends like these
Well, who needs enemies?

If I'm your boy I'll take a short cut we remember
And we'll enjoy picking apples in late September
Like we've done for years
Then, we'll take a long walk through the cornfield
And I'll kiss you between the ears

If you're my girl, twirl me around your room with feeling
And as we twirl the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling will shine for us
As love sweeps over the room 'cause we tend to make each other blush (you make me blush!)

You and I left our troubles far behind (troubles far behind)
But I still have just one more question on my mind
For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
With fronds like these
Well, who needs anemones

You're the bird, I'm the worm and it's plain to see
That we were meant to be

We're meant to be

We were meant to be

We were meant to be

Awesome right? The second had some nice nostalgia awesomeness to it. It's "Here (In Your Arms)" by Hellogoodbye. Enjoy and goodnight.

I like,
Where we are,
When we drive,
In your car.
I like,
Where we are,
Here.

Cause our lips,
Can touch.
And our cheeks,
Can brush.
Our lips can touch,
Here.

Where you are the one, the one,
That lies close to me.
Whispers, "Hello,
I've missed you quite terribly."
I fell in love, in love,
With you suddenly.
Now there's no place else,
I could be, but,
Here in your arms.

I like,
Where you sleep,
When you sleep,
Next to me.
I like,
Where you sleep,
Here.

Our lips,
Can touch.
And our cheeks,
Can brush.
Cause our lips can touch,
Here.

Where you are the one, the one,
That lies close to me.
Whispers, "Hello,
I've missed you quite terribly."
I fell in love, in love,
With you suddenly.
Now there's no place else,
I could be, but,
Here in your arms.

Our lips can touch.
Our lips can touch,
Here.

You are the one, the one,
That lies close to me.
Whispers, "Hello,
I've missed you quite terribly."
I fell in love, in love,
With you suddenly.
Now there's no place else,
I could be, but,
Here in your...

You are the one, the one,
That lies close to me.
Whispers, "Hello,
I've missed you quite, miss you quite..."
I fell in love, in love,
With you suddenly.
Now theres no place else,
I could be, but,
Here in your arms.

Here in your arms.
Oh, here in your... arms.

Dear Anonymous,

I miss you. I missed you a lot today. I know things got messed up and it's entirely my fault. I don't completely understand why it is like this, but I know we're just doing the best we can. It just sucks. I wish I could do more. Hell, I wish I knew what to do. I try to talk with you, I do. I don't get a whole lot back, but that's okay. I just miss how it was. When we're communicating. Talking. Making jokes and just enjoying the company we had. Then things got weird and yadda yadda yadda...I'm just sorry they are weird. It makes me sad. I know that sounds lame and fake. I'm sure this whole speech probably sounds fake and insincere, but I promise it is coming from a heartfelt place.

Point is...I miss you.

i need some glue

Things are messed up right now. Be "things" I mean the various aspects of life. Money, transportation, friends, work, etc. Each of these concepts are getting sloppy. I don't like the rate of which they have fallen into disarray either. They got all skiwampus so quickly that I'm feeling overwhelmed at how rapidly and easily everything started to fall apart. Maybe if I had some metaphorical glue. Yeah, then I could put things back together. Like a kindergarten crafts project. But the glue required to fix these tears isn't easy to come by I'd think. I can't just run to Target and pick up some of Elmer's finest. No, I'm gonna have to work harder for it.

Wait, do you have any glue I could borrow?

November was White, December is Gray

It's December. That means 2009 is almost over and my mind has gone a-boggling by that fact.

Down to business; I think I'm slipping into a funk. I don't really know why. I just have all these things on my mind. Previous to this moment, I usually will think about something for a few hours then I'll get distracted by something (tv, movie, granny drivers etc.) and will no longer be affected by my thinking brain of thinkfulness.

I think the 1st of the new long-lasting thoughts is that I have to move in a little less than 2 months and I have no game plan. It's my own fault of course. I'm royal Duke of Procrastination. So I don't freequently have plans till the last minute, which I clearly now have a problem with.

A childhood friend of mine passed away a few days ago. I hadn't really spoken to him since before my Pokemon stage, well over a decade ago (wow, that makes me feel old). Anywho, I wasn't close to him but his death has flipped my thinking switch. I feel worried all the time now that anyone closer to me is gonna go. What would I do? I don't know that I am properly equipped to handle that situation. I'd probably quit and move back. I wouldn't have a job there though. How would I make money? I don't wanna work at...........You see? Thats how my brain is right now. I was not intending to write the last few sentences but one thought leads to the next which has a follow up thought and so on and so forth till I'm falling into a swirly vortex like in an old Alfred Hitchcock move. Alternative analogy-an unpleasant word web.

Anyway, those are just 2 examples of the concepts plaguing my countenence. If anyone finds the off switch don't wait for my ok. Switch it off then inform me. Thank you.

Last Minute Additions

It is the last day of Nov. And I have many unfortold things I am thankful for so I will bust them out in a rapid fashion.

I'm thankful for Dr. Pepper.

It makes the world taste better. It sustains me. Keeps me running. For that I am eternally grateful. I started drinking it a few years ago while working at Hale Center Theater Orem. You see at that point I was an avid drinker of the sperm-killing Mountain Dew. However, when I would go get my free drink and there was no yellow 5 infested juice, I had to drink something else. Which happen to be Dr. Pepper. We met, fell in love, and the rest is history.

I am thankful for my job.

While, yes, overworked and underpaid, I love my job. I get to perform for vast crowds and bring joy to little HSM obsessed children. It also keeps me from becoming obese and unhappy with life because other wise I would be fat and working at a job i don't enjoy which would create ample misery.

I'm thankful for other film oriented minds.

I'm used to people not having any clue as to what I am saying when I discuss filmography. But, in the high school breakroom, I can make an obscure reference Frank Capra and certain kids understand what I am saying. It's not a big thing but its nice to have some like-mindedness everynow and then.

I am thankful that I have "Main Street Electrical Parade" on my iPod.

After a dull day of stupidity and rude and dullness, the music from the original night parade came on my iPod and it thouroughly delighted me and made me want to immediatly extricate myself to CA to watch it live(but for now on youtube). And also be full of delight and undull.

I'm thankful for my best friend.

It's pretty cool when all I do is walk up and he knows if something is wrong or not. Tis quite awesome.

It was a wonderful November. Thank you to all persons and things that contributed to the lovely thankfullness of my month. It brought much pleasure to my life to be able to share my happy times with you readers. I know I'm not the most eloquent but I hope you liked my musings on the world.

Dancing With Myself

I am thankful for mental health nights.



On occasion, I find myself going slighly crazy. One of those times when you feel nouns (i.e. everything, everyone) is stupid and and full rude and jerk and lame. When these occasions sneak up on me, I find its best to treat yourself to a fun theraputic night. Give yourself a break from those people, places, and things that are currently causing perturbment.

Last night, I did just that. I went to Books-A-Million and browsed. Grabbed dinner from Chipotle, swung by Target, caught myself up on my stories, chilled in the hot tub, got some help on a video game, and watched some more TV. It was relaxed but had pleantly of activity, which is key to a good mental health night. I wake up this morning and feel much better.

I am thankful for slightly self-absorbed, enjoyable, perturbment detoxing mental health nights.

Captain VonDeuche

so this is me blogging Dr. Seuss style:

this is for snarktastic, thuglike Captain VonDeuche
More arrogant than Mrs. Tallulah-May Stoosh
he seems to not get that he won the war
He was first choice, the one who got the score
So therefore Cap'n, with a nose high in the air
Just leave me alone and quit with the glares
Why ruin my night with your insecurity
Be happy with your prize, not a source of misery

Thank you and goodnight

No more math

I am thankful for my recent trip home.

That week changed things I feel. It changed my perspective of Utah for one. When I left it was a dismal unhappy place. And maybe I'm wrong, but it seems life has come back to it.

On a deeper level, I think I have spent the last 2.5 years trying to make things like my senior year again. Like, if i could just get all the variables together I could make the equasion I'd want. Slowly, I've let go of this notion. The trip has gotten me to drop it completely and be ok with it. I've seen now that the things that would need to happen to get back to that "happy time" in my life, can't happen at all cause the variables have changed so dramatically. Does that make any sense?

Maybe if you had an example:

I'd need 2 and 4 and 7 to get the out come of 13. So I have been trying to get those numbers together, but they have all changed. 2 is now 5. 4 is now 1. and 7 is now -6. so even if I did rangle those numbers from my past together, no matter how hard I tried, they wouldn't yeild the result I'd want. Cause 5 and 1 and -6 does NOT equal 13. Ya know what it does amount to? NOTHING.

Anyway, my point is this. Thanks to my excursion to Utah, I have stopped trying so hard to bring back the past. I've been trying to live in the past and I feel like it's made me an unhappy person. But I think now, just like Bry, I can be in the present. And start looking toward the future. And I'm good with that.

(P.S. I've been meaning to write that blog ever since I got back and I'm really glad I sat down and made myself write it out.)

Times running out...

I am thankful for 24.

It is an amazing show. I feel like there are times in life when you feel like you aren't in control of what's happening to you. Watching 24 makes me feel like it's completely in the realm of possibility that I could take down a large group of terrorists single handed and live to kick some more ass later that day. Jack Bauer, while yes, in need of years of therapy, is a guy's guy. There aren't many characters that are like that. Jason Statham in The Transporter, Bruce Willis in Die Hard, and Kiefer Sutherland in 24. It's nice to see that one man can waste a thousand, that he can make a difference.

Watching the show reminds me of being home. Not cause I felt like I was standing up to terrorists back home, just cause Dave got me hooked on the show all those years ago when life seemed easier. Its been kinda been a theme of today. Things that remind me of happy-home-times. Those times got to be few and far between but they are worth it.

I am thankful for guy's guy, kickin' ass and takin' names, terrorist hunting, all around awesome 24!!!!

Twenty T(Want My Money Back)

Sorry for the delay everyone. I arrived back in Florida to situations that needed my immediate attention. But everything is good now.

So I was amidst my thankful mood, but I need to pause to deliver and important message.

DON'T SEE 2012.

It is a waste of money on your part. I mean, unless some is purchasing this particular viewing experience on your behalf, you might as well take your $10, walk to your nearest restroom, and flush it. That'd probably be a better use of your money.

Ok, while yes, I am being harsh, 2.5 hour cinematic trash deserves a written lashing. The movie capitolizes on the concept of "These are the last days. The end is...TOMORROW!" bahbah baaaaahhhhhhhhhh. You think thats all the story needed to make a good movie? No. No; Bad Roland Emmerich! Stop making useless movies for the sole purpose of rapping our retinas with visual effects.
All of the characters in this movie were easily forgettable. John Cusack seems on the "Career-fizzle train"(Imagine Mary Murphy screaming that to him from across the room. Puts a slight smile on your face.). My favorite part was a death of a character. It was hilarious. If that is my favorite part of a movie, it's gotta be pretty bad.

So please, at least wait and get it from your neighborhood redbox. Had the circumstances been different, I don't think I would have even done that.

Overhead Bins

So I have this really awesome thing I am thankful for and when I do write it out it'll be awesome (at least I think). But I am tired now and have learned recently that if you care about something, don't half-ass it. So in the interest of still getting something up, I'll half-ass about something that isn't crucial.

I am thankful for the good humored Southwest flight attendants.


I flew back to Orlando today. When I got on the plane I wasn't in a particularly cheery mode as were most for my fellow nomads. But buckle up and hear-

Flight Attendant(over intercom): Hey, whose wallet is this?

Weary travelers shift in their seats to try and get a look.

Flight Attendant(over intercom): Since I have your attention now, I'd like to go over some safety features....

There were other humorous things said and they weren't "lol" or "rof" hilarious but it was good early morning humor. Let's face it, you don't wanna laugh really hard in the morning, but I find these women, who are performing their gentle comedy, somewhat comforting. They give me that "Everything's gonna be alright and I'll make a joke to prove it" feeling. Its nice and made for a pleasant morning.

Thanks, Southwest, for hiring comforting flight attendants.

The Moistmaker

I know the title is dirty, but let's move passed it and continue.

I am thankful for Thanksgiving leftovers.

Yeah, I get it. Thanksgiving hasn't come yet, but I won't get to do it "correctly" so my mom decided to make Thanksgiving dinner last night. It was a traditional schmogasboard. Turkey, potatoes, rolls, veggies etc. While it was quite tasty the 1st time around, I highly enjoy the leftovers as well. They frequently last you a while and are deliciossa.

Primarily, I love the turkey. The meat from an actual turkey is sooooo different from the processed slices you but at the store. There's almost a magical quality to Thanksgiving turkey. It makes for an amazing sandwich. Seriously, try it in a few weeks. I'm not the first person to come to this realization. Here's some evidence.


See how passionate Ross is about it. It's gotta be good then right? Of course right! It brought me much delight when I couldn't sleep this morning. Give it a shot.

I'm thankful for Thanksgiving leftovers.

I think I like how "How the Day Sounds"

I am thankful for this song.

Nearly every lyric of this song describes my trip thus far. It's been so surprisingly wonderful. Anyway, let the joyus notes permeate your soul and maybe you'll like how the day sounds too.

Chipotle and WFM

I didn't get a chance to post yesterday, so today's blog will contain a double dose of thankfulness.

Part 1

I am thankful for


It is a foodgasm. It is so incredily delicious and tasty and about twelve other synonyms for 'makes my stomach joyful'. I swear it has magical qualities. It can turn the grumpiest of moods into damn near cheerfulness. I dine there at least once a week and I think my taste buds would be quite sad without it. I can't go for a whole week; I'll be in Utah and as far as I know there aren't any UT locations. I miss it already.

Part Deux

I am thankful for those moments when you get a warm feeling telling you everything is gonna be alright.

There has been some arguments and disagreements in my life lately. Its caused a blegh feeling in the pit of my stomach. Like that feeling you get when you think things are about to go awry. It hasn't been fun.

Last night, I crashed with my friends in preperation for our 5 am airport excursion. The alarm went off and I lay in the darkness. As I stirred, I realized that we all fell asleep on each other. Suddendly, that awry-stomach-pitness was gone. I knew that all the anger and fights didn't matter. Cause we were true friends. We'd get passed it. I was nervous to leave with that pit; I didn't know if anything would get resolved. But that fuzzy warmth over took me and I knew it all was ok. It was quite nice.

I am thankful for those warm-fuzzy moments.

Insecto Bueno

k, I don't wanna be a work nerd who says they are thankful for a parade they do.

So I'll just say I'm thankful for a track I do.

I am thankful for Male Bug 8.


It was a rough day. There was worrying a friend was mad at me, angry high schoolers, rain spit, sewage erruptions, attempting to convice another friend I was not mad at them, buckets of sweat, staging at every show, incorrect pacing, not-touching hands, intense ab workout, and some defensive managers.

But I got to be a Bug, which never happens anymore. Life is different in the B-Unit. Less angry and bitter and I got to let out all the insanity of the day on the streets for the guests to eat up like scavaging sewer rats. Slim worked it out with me too. It was a great parade and it saved me today. So thank you Male Bug Pal 8. Thank you muchly.

Old Friend

Ok, here we go.

I am thankful for this ravashing creature.


Its name is Julie-Ann-Garbutt. I have known her since I was in 9th grade and we did "Fiddler on the Roof" at CVJH. She is one of the most interesting people I've ever met.

Our friendship didn't really start till my junior year. There was a lot of flirtation in those years, but its cool cause we are both embued with intense flirtatiousness, so it was nice to bounce that off someone. We have done many musical productions together (Footloose, Once on this Island, etc...) as well as made a short film (Its called Thespians. There was some BRILLIANT footage of her and Bry Schultz improvising that is now lost to the cruelty of our high School Macs). She is very talented and beautiful and completely crazy and I love it. You see my particular brand of crazy blends well with hers to make a nice crazy-blend friendship.

Julie reads lots of books. I mean, LOTS. Every time I visit her blog I see she is reading a new, different book. I've always wanted to be that kid whose well read and makes witty literary references, however, I am cursed with little will to read. Lately, I find myself wanting to be consumed in a good novel and she gives perfect suggestions. I'm jealous of her ability to read lots of literature.

She shares my love for many random things and it is awesome. To name 1 specifically, 80's movies.
--Her and I, with my other friends, Dave and Trevor, were the "Breakfast Club" but really only cause we love the movie so much. Really we are nothing like any of the characters in the movie. Halloween my Sr. year the four of us were our assigned movie counter-part; Julie was Ally Sheedy's "Basketcase", I was Emilio's "Jock" (see, we really were nothin like them.)

I don't have many people I can go to to vent. She is one of them. We live miles and miles away, but we can talk like I'm down the street. When things get a little too schitzo in the FL, I can call over to the UT, and let it all go. We exchange the annoying and pleasant details of our currant circumstances and we relate and empathize and swap advice and encouraging words and feel much better after we talk (at least I do). She is a great friend and I don't know that I'd be sane right now with out her.

I'm thankful for Julie-Ann-Garbutt

November is here

I am actively pertured by my insufficent posting this year. So once again, I'm gonna try to remedy that. I love to write, you see, but I have this idea that I don't experience things worth writting about. Well, children that is about to change. Thanks to Julie for bringing this idea to my attention. I am going to be totally lame and copy her idea to write everyday about something I am thankful for. For November anyway. Not promising I will be entirely successful, but I'm gonna give it the old college try.

Stay tuned kids.

Halloween

I know it's a few days late but this is what I did for Halloween. To preface, Chipotle, one of my favorite places to eat, was offering a free burrito to anyone who came in dressed as a burrito. So Jam, Stephanie, and I grabbed some tin foil and headed over.


As you can see we got creative. We were creatively wrapped burritos.


I totally designed this one.




"Drats, foiled again"- Jamil Claxton


The glasses were a nice touch. Good idea Steph.



So then, with our free Chipotle in tow, we watched our traditional Halloween night film 300. It's not really a tradition yet, I suppose, but since we watched it last year, its off to a good start.

New 'Friends'

So The Twilight Saga: New Moon (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) is out. I got my copy through the kind soul of Jen Maples and her burning me a copy, which I am thankful for. This disc is full of amazing music. But my fav at the moment is a song called "Friends" by Band of Skulls. They lyrics explain it all. You can listen to it of course, in the playlist to your right.

All my life I've been searching for something
Something I can put my finger on
Maybe I've been living for the weekend
Maybe I've been living for this cyber soul
Every Friday just about midnight
All my problems seem to disappear
Everyone that I miss when I'm distant
Everybody's here

I need love
Cause only love is true
I need every wakin' hour with you
And my friends cause they're so beautiful
Yeah my friends they are so beautiful
They're my friends

All my life I've been wastin', wastin'
Wastin' all my money, all my time
All the time that I'm waitin', waitin'
Waitin for the moment you are mine
The song about yeah I'm thinkin', thinkin'
Thinkin all the things that i've done wrong
All the time yeah i was forgettin'
You were mine all along

I need love
Cause only love is true
I need every wakin' hour with you
And my friends cause they're so beautiful
Yeah my friends they are so beautiful
They're my friends

I need love
Cause only love is true
I need every wakin' hour with you
And my friends cause they're so beautiful
Yeah my friends they are so beautiful
They're my friends

They're my friends...

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda

Couples Retreat is a nice lil' comedy with Vince Vaughn, Jason Bateman, and Jon Farvau among others of comedy decent. Now, with all these funny people, you'd expect the movie to me really funny, right? Like a slew of funny that you're unable to stop cause you're outnumbered. Yeah, it's not that. It's a moderatly humorous salute to couples of vaca. See it, but keep your expectations low and you'll come out with a brighter outlook on it.

Now that's out of the way, I shredded my vocal chords. Like intensely ripped them up and tossed them in the shredder. You see, my job entails quite a bit of screamage. I mean, there's an entire section of the BPB called "Scream". This is a parade I do basically everyday. Then there's HSM, which you aren't nessicarily required to scream, however, it's implied that you should. The initial ripping happened last Friday. Compound that with 3 additional Scream party bash and HSM and you wind see in me rumaging through the garbage, sifting through the bits of bank statements and assorted junk mail, in hopes that I can Scotch tape my voice back together. Wish me luck

Splash

Something wonderful happened the other day. It wasn't world peace wonderful or ecomony-fixing wonderful. No, this wonderful seemed to only be pleasant to few people, me being one of them. Everyone else seemed very unhappy about it, but not me. I'm a rebel. Gone rogue.

Anyway, back to affore mentioned wonderfulness. We were out on parade route and it began to pour during 2nd show stop. And you see, once we start a show stop there is nowhere to cut it short so you have to finish the parade. So it's raining and were Block-partying and the sum of this equasion? BLOCK PARTY SPLASH. I don't look wet in the pic but believe you me, I was soaked from head to toe. It was so much fun. Dancing in the rain. It was so...well wonderful. I'd welcome a repeat anytme.

Cinematic Contemplations

So I saw two movies in the past couple of days and here are my thoughts.

Last Friday, I saw The Invention of Lying. Good things first:
1. The first thirty minutes or so are extremely funny. People feeling compeled to tell the truth of course yields much comedy.
2. Jennifer Garner. I think thats all I need to say about that.
3. There are many a cameo. You might even call it 'Star-studded'. Edward Norton plays a heroine huffing cop. Pretty darn funny.

Ok, now the unpleasant part. If you have any affiliations with nearly any Christian religion, I don't recomend this movie. It is not for you. Go see the Toy Story 3D double feature. I think that's a safer choice.



Today, I saw Zombieland. Normally, I am not one for the zombie flick, but everynow and then one looks appealing to me. I think the last one I saw was I Am Legend, just to give you an idea of how often I go to movies featuring the undead.

Anyway, it was pretty good. It definatly made light of the inard consumers that had seemed to conquer the US. Woody Harrelson is great as an over-eager kicker of zombie ass. And Emma Stone is...well, she's really hot. And the cameo of a comedy legend is pretty surprising and brings a nice break from the growling sludge/blood-spitters chasing after our protaginists. If you have a strong stomach and enjoy amusement parks, you should check it out.

Fancy like Whoppie

So I hopped on the bandwagon and became fancy. Fancy with a touch-screen phone. The t-mobile MyTouch to be more precise. Yeah, I know you're jealous. I'm totally friends with Whoppie. We text each other on our fancy phones of fanciness. Then write on each other walls cracking "sister act" jokes, again on those mobiles. Its been pretty sweet. I really like it.

Work and Kris the frat deuche

So it's been a while. A fortnight. Things have come up. None of which seemed relevant enough to report on, but I'll give a brief synopsis.

I've come down off my need for deep sea screaming. Some time has passed I've learned what you need to let go of thievery is some time-passing to occur.

We're almost to the new casting and my giddyness is expounding. I've been helping the Blue Ranger save the world for three weeks straight and I'm worn out. Literally. The tendon behind my left knee cap has quickly approached its limit. It started complaining so I wrapped it up to procure some needed quiet. But, in its typical fashion, it got all pissed off and started cause more aches and pains to my life when it has reached the achesandpains limit for the month. Ah well. Just two more days of world-saving and I get to go to school!

I invented a frat boy alter ego. Named Nick. I'll explain. I recieved a text at 2:47 am which read:
"Hey, u still up?"
-Being as I was unconsious, I read it this morning. It was a number that was not in my phone so I responded.
"Who dis"
"Kris"
-I know a Kris. SHE also helps save the world and does MISICI with me.
"From Rangers and MISICI?"
"I don't know what that means so prob no. But who this? r u hot?"

-Are you hot? This had to be some frat deuche. A scene immediatly began to unfold. This innocent 18 year old girl, who just got to college, shows up at a party. Many assorted collegiates roaming some dorm decorated in furniture from the 90's. Red plastic cups strewn across the room, full of beer pumped from a keg sitting in the kitchen. This young girl, while yes, hot, just comes to a party to meet some people when up strolls Kris the Frat deuche.

"I wouldn't say 'hot' but thats just me. I'm Nick. I work for Disney"
"Oh S***, ur a dude? Thought u wer this chick from ucf. Disney huh? Cood u get me in free"
-Of course. As soon as anyone local finds out you work for disney they ask you to get them in.
"Nah man. I wasted my free tix on this chick who don't even talk to me anymore. So f***** up."
"Man that is f***** up. Hope you laid her at least. Disney must be awesome. tons of grls and the gays are funny."
-Is this guy for real? But again, I play along.
"Yeah man. you best believe I had a bunch a disney chicks. Dancers. crazy flexible"
"Dude, we gotta party together. Hook me up w your chick friends....
-Then I recieve a pic message of a shirtless frat deuche in a backward baseball cap and I now have an image to go with the conversation
"oh sorry about the pic. sent it back when I thought u was that chick."

And that was the end of our conversation. bizarre way to start my morning.

Scream

Ok, you know how in movies when the protagonist can find no other means of releasing energy besides screaming? I have a question. Why is it only one bellowing shreik? I mean, if you really have no other option but to scream, is once seriously gonna do it? In some cases, its even a weak yawn-like scream. (*cough* Zac Effron) I suppose Zack Braff got two, but you don't count the first one. If it's helping, why stop with one? I would say an extra performance would be in order.

Anyway, I was at a point today that was just like a movie. I literally could not think of any faster or more reliable way to release the mounting tention than to scream. I always find it kinda awkward to let loose in a residential area though. Back in Utah, I would drive up the nearby hills and blast the vocal chords into the valley below. There isn't any mountains in Florida, which makes my old standby location illogical. The only place that came to mind, a locale that would stiffle the decibles, was the bottom of the pool.

I probably should explain. After a long LONG day of protecting the world, I stopped at Target for a much needed Dr. Pepper. I grabbed my phone, wallet, and iPod and strolled in. I left my backpack with Walter (my truck). I feel creeped out by people who walk around grocery stores with backpacks on. I dunno, it's shady to me and I do not participate in such illicit acts. Anyway, I come back about 20 minutes later and my bag is gone. Some clever thug nabbed my bag from my unlocked car in the Target parking lot. Really? Do you have so little enjoyment in your life that you need to resort to taking empty bags from civilian trucks? No, I'll go further. Do you have so little decency that you seriously need to take things that aren't yours? Come on guy! That is like the first thing you learn. You shouldn't take what isn't yours...because if you do you'll rot in hell!!

Sorry. I'm a little upset. Super sick of people stealing from me. The grief of having things taken from me led to the subsequent underwater vocalizations. Not once. Once didn't cut it. Twice I submerged to thrash out my frustrations with the world. It was pretty theraputic. I highly recomend it if you find yourself in a similar situation.

On a very-far-asidenote, I finally saw the VMA's and loved the Michael Jackson tribute. Kanye is an asshole. I had my first Lady Gaga experience and I am frightened. Beyonce was HOT! Thats pretty much it.

It's Beggining to Look Alot Like....

I just had the most splediferous dream. And I realize that is a retarded word useage but this is my blog and I am writing so get over it.

I this pleasant dream, my family's dance group got to come down her during the holidays. I don't think it was quite Christmas yet because it wasn't completely packed in the parks. I think that would make it a random December day. And we got to walk around and it was so much fun. They've never see World at Christmas. They've seen Land but not World. And World has the "Osborn family spectacle of dancing lights" so World wins. Hands down.

We got to see the "ice cicle" covered castle at Magic Kingdom and it was just perfect. Which is strange considering my latent distaste for the location. I guess thats the effect of repeditive choruses of "It's Beggining to Look Alot Like Christmas"

I know I didn't need to tell you, but it's the first dream in quite some time that didn't with me being chased after or loosing teeth in a showdown brawl or, in extreme cases, getting shot.

Yeah, this was defintaly better.

Meet Robin

I'd like everyone to meet a new friend of mine. Her name is Robin. I know what you're all thinking but she's not a rebound. I can just hang out with her, ya know, listen to music, watch some Glee. Just be with a friend. I don't know that our bond will last forever, but right now, she's helping me not miss Zooey so much. And for that, I am grateful.

Play

In honor of the release of The Beatles: Rock Band, I comprise a short playlist of my personal favorite Beatles songs. Enjoy the aged tunes as you scan.

Dear Zooey

Terrible news:

Zooey, my lovely, kind iPod, is missing. Pod-napped. I've been told it's been long enough that i shouldn't expect to see her again. This breaks my heart you guys. It also makes me never want to return to Magic Kingdom, seeing as thats where the pod-napping took place.

I'm going crazy without her. I'm gonna have to find a replacement soon.

Zooey, if you're out there, know I loved having you. But I hope whoever took you from me gets their ass kicked by a bitch I call Karma.

One More Time, With Feeling

I made it through the week of misery. And yes, I am worse for the ware. 5 days of stilts caused my ripped up shins quite a few dollups of pain. My psyche has taken a few hits to the groin with an iced down sledge hammer.

Going to MK everyday was like going to Azkaban prison. Our break location is dark and everyone there seems unhappy, which in turn sucks the hope and joy out of you so that all you have is the aching desire to leave this place. As soon you can manage to conjure up a nice Patronus to fight of the evil, that is.

The dementors gave me a reprimand. That really sucks. It's no dementor's kiss but it's still a pretty nasty punishment.

Walter is seriously on his last leg. I'm trying to keep him in a ventilator, but it's getting rather pricey. I just got a new battery for him and he worked for a few days and now he won't start again! He's killing me. I'm calling for a ambulence today to get him back to PepBoys and see what's wrong now.

And a few weeks ago things were going so well. Now it's all kinda falling apart on me.

Together We Can Fight The Fight...So let's RIDE!!!

Today was quite a day. Many things occured. So let's get started shall we?

I was with the rangers today. It was a good batch. Will and Tony were there. Between sets we caught a little CW18 saturday morning lineup (CW4kids). We had the privledge of catching a Power Ranger rip-off called Kamen Rider: Dragon Knight. It was so bad that it was incredible. It had all the action of Rangers plus the emotion of a daytime soap opera...4kids. We had hours of fun making fun of their "morph" which a sort of full body thrust.

Here is the opening sequence for you skeptics:



Anyhoo, on my lunch, I sorta kinda ripped my shins open. It's kinda a long story, but you know the point. Manager asked if I still wanted to do Block Party (I was looking a little peaked) to which I mumbled a semi-coherent "yeah..henembdekeldllleeeeghhhh" and went to lunch. I came back after lunch to find I had been replaced in the parade.

I know right? I was pretty surprised too. I asked around and apparently Manager said I wouldn't be able to do the parade and to send in someone in my place. Ew. No, no. I was so angry. Fl-flames on the sides of my face. He-he-Heaving breaths. Needless to say, I had words with Manager and she lied to my face. Caught her right in that web.

I didn't do parade (it's ok, I picked up tomorrow). But I finished my sets with the rangers and bled through my bandages. The suit is probably sitting in the incinerator right now...in ashes. Check it.






I got home, showered and thought I should clean out the wound more thouroughly. An HOUR later I was done. It was pretty painful. And so ended the strange day.

Fill Me In

So I'm starting to suck at updating my blog. I'm working on it. Fill in starts now.

-I don't know how to make bullits. Thats kinda frustrating.

-I did something new yesterday. I hung out with Genie during MISICI. It was so much easier than walking stilts. Just danced around on a box instead of sluggishly dragging steel strapped to my aching legs. Genie had no idea where in the music his lines were supposed to go, but it really didn't matter cause no one was looking at him. Just like high school.

-I have this dance stuck in my head. It's to Roisin Murphy's "Sinking Feeling". (As always, you can find it in the playlist on the right.) I am working out all the choreography. I think it'll be really cool but I have no one to perform the visions in my head. I might see if 7th Day Productions will let me teach a pop-jazz class sometime.

-Said dance was actually inspired by Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I've started rereading the entire series from the beggining with Jen because somehow she has never read them. Silly girl. We're nearly done with Sorcerer's Stone. just a-plowin right through them.

-It's my day off. This wouldn't really be noteworthy accept that working for the company has gotten my to dislike days off. I have no idea what to do with myself. So I usually go to the gym and go see a movie. Todays film is called Inglorious Basterds. Quintin Tarentino's (that is not spelled correctly) new movie about a WWII band of vigilantes aiming to take down as many Nazi's possible. I'll let you know how that goes.

I think thats all for now. Stay classy

Outta My Head

So i haven't had too much to report on lately.

Until today.

I had my first day of High School Mucical on sat and I went back again today. It is so amazing. I love grooving down Hollywood Blvd. to do a nice lil' show in front of the hat. I love it even more than I thought I would. Here's a visual aid.







Then I got thrown in to the Bug Unit in Block Party. Being there was like being in a whole different parade. It was truly great. Thank you Wildcats and Bug Unit for a great, great day.

Julie, here is my response

So I have a girlfriend. Is that weird to anyone else? Casey "doomed to be alone forever because girls always find reasons to run away" Tregeagle has a girlfriend. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy about it. Ecstatic. Jaunty. But after all the blunders I've experienced with the gentler sex, its just odd that things have worked out like this.

I have spent most of my life being ignored by the ladies. Ok, ignored is probably a little overdramatic. I suppose, reguarded as a non-sexual entity, would be a better way to put it. The LDS girls did not pick up what I was laying down. I was frequently told I was not strong enough in the church for their liking. And, you know, it stung a bit. Till like the 4th time I was told that. Then I think I gave up. Well, I should say gave up seeking. Let what will happen, happen.

Sidenote: One of my oldest friends, Julieanna, posted a blog asking what has made you, the loyal readers in the blogesphere, happy in the recent present. This, Ju Ju, is what has made me supremely happy over the last couple weeks.

Comfort and Happiness

Hark one. Hark All. After a 18 months of wishin', I am finally a student at East High. I am so sore, but it is completely worth every aching muscle. I have worked so hard to get to this point and I am so happy I made it. Here's me and Brock "being super heroes".

Following Denise Case's (show director) 4:35 in the moring declaration of approval, I was on my way home and a song came up on my iPod. Everyone has those times when a song comes on that is perfect for the exact moment you're experiencing. I had one of those. A few days ago, Jen showed me this song by Death Cab that I had some how never heard. That, or I just never realized it's brilliance till then. It's called "Passenger Seat". I hate to sound cliche, but I think the lyrics to this song are so conversational. It is so full of comfort and happiness. Below are the lyrics, if you'd like to follow along with the last song on the playlist to your top right.

I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

"Do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.

When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.

Gone Daddy Gone

So two days ago, I had an amazing day. I was set to help out the stickbug for Block Party, but they needed me to be to be a Pixar Pal instead. Then, a manager revealed to me that Slim and I could no longer be friends. He was just not treating me nicely and so it is over. I'll actually miss him a little. Not alot. Just every now and then.

I miss the B-Unit already.

Right Here, Right Now

I am gonna be doing this show soon. I could not be more excited to join this band of Wildcats!





On a sidenote, my dance group from back home is coming for a tour. Hopefully, they'll get to see me dance it out.

Holiday Happy

Happy friggin' 4th of July everyone.

I haven't done anyting special, seeing as my entire body is throbing for my time with the stickbug. However, I am watching a great little video called Back to the Future. I always seem to be watching movies on holidays where normal people go out.

Anywho, I'll be brief about this. I'm learning the "High School Musical" show at Disney's Hollywood Studios and I am so freakin' excited for it. It has been my goal/dream for a year and a half and now that it's finally happening? Well, it feels pretty damn amazing. Now, I just hope i get to do the show a few times.

Sirs Sherwin and Jackson

So I have have picked up reading a blog recently. It is scribed by my old friend, Julie's betrothed, Mr. Andy Sherwin. You can check it out. I get a bit of enjoyment out of his writing for a couple reasons.

1. His blog entries are always 3-4, fully formed, 5 sentence+ paragraphs. I love long blog entries. I don't know that I am capable of creating one myself, but I love to see when others manage it.

2. He presents his ideas with facts. He is knowledgeable. It always seems that he has done research on the subject before fully forming his opinion.

These together have brought me to feel like I'm reading a doctoral dissertation with each new blog entry. That makes me feel really smart. He uses words like "symbiotic" and "motifs" and I'm really jealous cause if I use those words, I sound like an 8 year old who just heard a big word and decides he should use it all the time in inproper ways.

Anyway, he recently wrote on the passing if one Mr. Jackson. It was refreshing to hear a new perspective. His thoughts have led me to discuss my own. I, for one, do not feel an aching in my soul. I understand and repect his place in pop music history. He has created some of the most well-known songs in the world. He was very gifted. However, I feel people somehow mourning an aging popstar, saying his death is huge loss to pop music today, I can't help but disagree. Besides numerous greatest hits albums (and sorry but they don't count), the man hasn't created any legitimate or noteworthy music in eight years. His last album, Off the Wall, released in 2001, was widely considered a flop. Other than that, he has been bashed for years for his eccentricities. So what exactly is the world missing with him gone? I'm sorry if that sounds insensitive, but he is in a better place. In this world, he is an "crazy, ex-popstar pedophile". We made that persona for him and now people are trying to act like they always loved him. As I have said before, I respect and understand what he has done for pop music. However, I'm not going to pretend that I will miss him dearly.

Away We Go

Children! Kids! Teens! Younglings! Wisacres! (I don't know why that last one, it just sounded fun.)

You havehavehaveHAVE to go see Away We Go.

(WARNING: There is a possibility of me sounding like a dueche in the following lines of praise.)

It is so...real. This movie. The Real Deal. It's about a couple who travels across the country in search for the right place to raise their child. They decide they want to be near friends and/or family, so they visit their scattered aquaintences.

First, I wanna say what a great pair John Krasinski and Maya Rudolph are. I was kinda skeptical at first. I mean, "Big Tuna" and that girl from SNL? But they had this amazing connection. One that you don't see in movies very often. You can just look at them on screen and know they're in love.

Dear Sam Mendes,
You did great. You told a story that wasn't the most depressing thing I've ever heard (see: Revolutionary Road, American Beauty). You told a story of love and you did it with caution and care. Thank you sir, for bringing this film about (ok, I hope I'm done sounding deuchey now).

Look, sweet todlers, I don't wanna say much more because I don't wanna take away from your experience with this movie. Just know that it is heartfelt and crazy and lovely and heartwrenching and hilarious and sweet and about 30 other things that I could but won't go into right now.

For your consideration: Away We Go