The heart wants what the heart wants.

I am borrowing this video, while it still exists, from the amazing Alan Dickson. Thank you for showing us all what is inside Mr. Chris Gayner.

ENJOY!

I know where they are...

When I was in 1st or 2nd grade, I can't remember which but I can perfectly visualize the classroom, we read the book Where the Wild Things Are. Each week a different child was chosen to take "Wild Thing" home over the weekend, to be brought back on Monday, I realize now it's just a lesson on responsibility to ease us into the next grade when we'd have take home homework.

I remember being really excited when it came to my turn. The moment when "Wild Thing" became my responsibility was a very proud one. Even though every child got a turn, and it wasn't based on any sort of merit, I was still proud. I can't say that I remember what I did with "Wild Thing" once I got him home, in all honesty I probably didn't touch him again until Monday morning. I just wasn't into toys as a child, most of Christmas gifts were given away under six months. So I don't remember playing with the toy, pretending there was a place where Wild Things lived was not something I would ever do... but believing there was a place where they lived is something I would do, and still do.




I'll try not to get too sentimental here, but seeing this trailer brought up some emotions in me.

As a child I was fascinated, as mosst children are, by movies. I loved fantastical movies and Disney movies were my favorite. As I grew up they remained my favorite. I think Beauty and the Beast might be the one of love most, because it shows a world that comes alive without anyone knowing it. What I love about these movies is how they make you believe in a world that is magical. As a child I had such hope that the things I saw in movies could be real, if I just believed enough. Of course as we get older we lose these beliefs in favor or reality and "truth". We become skeptical, then logical, and then a lot less fun.

Seeing this trailer just reminded me of when I believed without proof. My faith in magic was equal to faith in God. I believed because I needed it to be true, or else what's the point of it all. I miss that, especially now, in my mid-twenties, when reality seems to be crashing down on me in so many ways. And sometimes the future looks bleak, and my youth seems wasted (or wasting).

I want magic back. Hope is just believing, and believing can't be that hard. I'm going to believe in magic, because the alternative is just so boring.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

In honor of St Patty's day I am going to write about assholes who seem oblivious to how annoying they are being.

Let me paint you a picture, no, I will just upload one.



So as you can see here this couple on the subway has the girl sitting in the guys lap. Nothing wrong with that, right? WRONG! Why would they do that? Look closely at the image, there are 5 clearly open seats around them. Oh and the woman sitting beside them was not with them, nor were they with someone sitting across from them. I know this because they got off and said no goodbyes.

So why sit on your boyfriend's lap when there are empty seats all around you for you to sit next to each other? Is that just not close enough for you? You can't stand to have any less that 35% of your body touching your partner for 1 subway ride?

Or why do it next to that poor lady trying to read? Why must you force your PDA (Public Display of Assholiness) on innocent bysitters?

And why, why, does this bother me? I must just be really lonely. Yeah yeah, what's new.

Even so they are still assholes!

Only Cera wins

My dear friend Matt sent an email out this morning about Michael Cera signing on to do the Arrested Development film. You can read the article he sent around here. But for those of you who don't want to read, to sum it up:

Inside sources close to the negotiations of the upcoming Arrested Development movie tell me that Superbad and Juno star (and before that, hello, George-Michael Bluth!) Michael Cera has finally agreed to do the feature film project.

Yay, right? Well somehow it started a nerd-fight. Below are transcripts of the emails that followed, names redacted to protect the utterly lame.

1st snarky email:

Down with Cera
hide details 9:46 AM (3 hours ago)
Reply

What about those AD spin-off movies where Cera reprised the role of George Michael? You know Superbad, Nick & Nora and Juno.

response email from a fan:

Michael Cera lover to Down with Cera
show details 12:50 PM (38 minutes ago)

Reply

sorry, [Down with Cera], but is there anything or anyone that doesn't eventually disappoint you? Maybe its the standards this time, and not a 20 year old actor's range.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry

and then things got a little more personal:

Down with Cera to Michael Cera lover
show details 12:53 PM (40 minutes ago)

Reply

Your mom certainly does not disappoint. While you're jerking off to bad TV like Lost, she's jerking me off. And it's great every, single time.

and the response:

Michael Cera lover to Down with Cera
show details 12:59 PM (35 minutes ago)

Reply

Oh, nice. Tell her I say hello. And enjoy hating everything all the time. Beside making you better than everyone else, Its really healthy, and it makes you so much more desirable to converse with. Gotta get the lotion ready, Lost starts in 8 hours!

well that kind of not taking him seriously really pissed him off, because he came back back with this:

Down with Cera to Michael Cera lover
show details 1:03 PM (32 minutes ago)

Reply

This is what's funny, YOU DON'T KNOW ME. You know like the three or four things I hate because your brother tells you. And they happen to be things you do like, so you obviously think I'm a hate. The fact is, Matt tells me all the time I don't hate on enough stuff. But he knows that because HE KNOWS ME. Furthermore, you ignorant little punk, I like Michael Cera a whole lot. I don't think it's bad he has a character he plays over and over again. Jack Nicholson made a career out of it and I love him, too. There's nothing wrong with having a sense of humor, though, and making a joke about it. I'm sure they laugh about it all the time... all the way to the bank.

That being said, I do have a huge ego. Because I'm FUCKING AWESOME.

And that was pretty much it, I mean I am hoping for some after lunch comebacks and I will keep you updated. But I hope we all learned a lesson in this. No matter how much we all may hate each other and each other's personal tastes, in the end we always love Michael Cera.

The things money can't buy.

I am not sure if you have heard about the Chris "hit a bitch" Brown/Rihanna scandal. Basically it seems as though Chris Brown beat up Rihanna.

And now, in the most literal use of this following term, to add insult to injury gossip sources are saying it's because she gave him herpes. Like, I cannot think of a worse way to start a week than to get punched by my boyfriend and then have people say it's because I gave him herpes.

When it comes to herpes, nobody's safe.

But there may be a bright side. Maybe now the proper funding and research will go to curing this terrible virus. Maybe Rihanna will do for herpes what Magic Johnson did for AIDS.

Those lying eyes

I am a people watcher. It's probably one of the reasons I love New York as much as I do. There's an endless supply of people on the street or subway to look at and imagine what their lives must be like. "Is he a doctor? Do doctors ride the train?" "Oh that kid comes from money, I hate him." "That lady can't be that child's mommy, they are a different race. Maybe she adopted him? Well, but she has a really thick islander accent and she doesn't seem to care that he's crying. Yeah she's probably a nanny."

And sometimes I just like to try to figure out if people are attractive, or if they could ever be. The thing I've noticed during my research is sometimes there is a very thin line between appealing ad appauling when it comes to face. Sometimes really big eyes are pretty and sometimes they are freaky. Or maybe someone has a really large mole but they are still attractive, maybe even moreso because of the imperfection.

It's espeically confusing in this era of ugly-hot celebrites. I would list them but I feel like that would just seem mean, I am sure you can think of a couple though. With celebrities making ugly a trend, like they did in the 80s, I find a lot of people going out of their way to look busted. It's usually in the form of oversized glasses (not sunglasses), weird shaped baggy tops, a whole lotta bangs, unnaturally skinny jeans and slept-in eye makeup. I realize it seems like I am describing some of my friends who dress this way, but I assure you I do not befriend the ugly. I get why people dress this way. It's cool to seem like you don't care. But I know another secret too. If you look like you are trying to look ugly people are less likely to notice that you may actually just be an ugly person. If everyone looks skanky then you fit in. In fact of looking nasty is the new hot and you are naturally displeasing to peer at then you pull this look off better than most and thus appear to be hot.

And this is why I find myself staring at, and often making eye contact, with uglies on the train. I normally smile at them, because it only seem right to be friendly while you are judging someone. But in the process I seem like I am flirting and consequently reinforcing the ugly-hot fade. And if they smile back I kind of fall in love.

Oh man, this may get me into trouble.

I really think 9/11, September 11th, needs to drop out of our daily conversation. Now I am not saying we should forget, NEVER FORGET, but maybe we could bring it up less. I know there are situations that remind us of the event and then we can't help but talk about it. Like when those geese took down US Airways Flight 1549 it was impossible not to think of another plane(s) crashing near the city. It was relevant then. But it's not even 10am and I have already heard/read 3 references to 9/11 and I haven't left the house yet!

It's like when you break up with someone...here let me get an example. Sex and the City Season 2, Episode 13 "The Games People Play". The episode begins with Carrie's girlfriends telling her they cannot stand to hear her agonize anymore over her break-up with Big so they suggest she see a therapist. So...wait, ok it's nothing like that. But it is like this, how can we ever get over something we can never leave in the past?

Honestly living in New York the terrorist attacks don't come up that often. But there is a generation of people in the US who cannot seem to let it go. Like when I moved here with my family all my aunt wanted to do was visit Ground Zero, and the church next to it, and take pictures. But I mean that, while important, shouldn't be the focus of this great city. There are Broadway shows, subways, street food vendors...all more entertaining and tragic in their own ways.

I feel like we wear it as a badge of some sorts, that justifies our feelings about this country/the war/the president. It reminds me of, I'm sure, the way my grandfather coming home from WWII must have felt...except you know, he actually fought in the war.

All I am saying is, yes, let's never forget. But could we just talk about it less? I'll leave you with a song by the Supremes that better explains my feelings about that terrible day and the future before us:

Gray skies are gonna clear up
Put on a happy face
Wipe of the clouds and cheer up
Put on a happy face

Take of the gloomy mask of tragedy
It's not your style
You'll look so good that you'll be glad
That you decided to smile

Pick out a pleasant outlook
Stick out that noble chin
Wipe off that full-of-doubt look
Snap on a happy grin

Spread sunshine all over the place
And just put on a happy
Put on a happy face

Gray skies are gonna clear up
Put on a happy face
Wipe of the clouds and cheer up
Put on a happy face

Take of the gloomy mask of tragedy
It's not your style
You'll look so good that you'll be glad
That you decided to smile

Pick out a pleasant outlook
Stick out that noble chin
Wipe off that full-of-doubt look
Snap on a happy grin

Spread sunshine all over the place
And just put on a happy
Put on a happy face

Oh and, unless worry has becoming profitable, let's stop worrying about this "DEPRESSION" too.