MOVIES ARE IMPORTANT. BOOKS ARE IMPORTANT. PLAYS ARE IMPORTANT. MUSIC IS IMPORTANT. EVEN STUPID BLOG POSTS ARE IMPORTANT.
STORIES ARE IMPORTANT IN EVERY FORM.
As far as I can recall, none of the adults in my life ever once remembered to say, ‘Some people have thick skin and you don’t. Your heart is really open and that is going to cause you pain, but that is an appropriate response to this world. The cost is high, but the blessing of being compassionate is beyond your wildest dreams. However, you’re not going to feel that a lot in seventh grade. Just hang on.’ — Anne Lamott, Stitches (via 33113)
(Source: nsana, via salutationtothestars)
So China and I were thinking about horror movies and she suggested a never ending subway train and then we got on the topic of purgatory and, and I got a little carried away and I kind of wrote a creepypasta?
Purgatory isn’t exactly what you might imagine. The closest approximation would be a subway train, and you’re smack dab in the middle of the cars. A bit disorienting, hard to walk, drab colors and advertisements that you forget right after seeing them. Eventually, the cart you’re in grows too dull to stay inside it.
So you try to find one end of it, and you start walking backwards towards the end of the train, thinking if you find the end you’ll… well maybe you’ll find the conductor. Maybe you can ask when the train stops.
But it just keeps going.
And you look out the window and it’s just the rushing darkness of the subway, but sometimes you can see platforms with people standing on them, but the train never slows down and it never stops and the people on the platforms stand waiting.
So you keep walking and you walk and you walk and you go from train car to train car and you debate here and there if you should just jump from the speeding train in between the cars, but A: That spells certain death, and B: Something about the outside of the train cars makes your skin crawl. When you stare out into it, it feels as if it’s staring back.
You start running into people.
Some are standing, looking for all the world like anybody on a daily commute, holding onto a railing and staring at their smartphone. But the phone is dark and there’s nothing on the screen. Some people are asleep on the seats, some are sitting, resting their heads back against the rushing black windows.
And others are walking, just like you.
But they’re going forwards.
You stop one and ask; ‘Are you coming from the back of the train?’
And they say; ‘There isn’t one. I’m hoping there’s a front.’
I’m scared you will realize I’m just bones and questions and leave me for something solid. — Clementine von Radics (via shylocks)
(Source: clementinevonradics, via kateplayer)
It’s well past my bedtime, and it’s been a heck of a last few days, between the generosity of those who have ensured that I will see Frozen to those who have said wonderful things to me. Some of you have been extremely kind to me, and for that I thank you deeply.
But my eyes are drooping and I’m going to go to sleep now. Who knows, maybe all of this kindness will manifest itself into good dreams for a change? That would be cool.
You guys are cool.
I swear, anons today are determined to see me happy. I’ve received some amazing messages on a couple of my blogs this morning.
I don’t know who they’re from (well, one gave me a decent clue), but if it’s anyone who is reading this, thank you. I really needed that.
This is off the Bermuda Triangle, where 16+ ships washed up on a sand bar.
Actually the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle has been given a scientific explanation: methane vents which have been discovered in that region.
Methane reduces the density of water, causing ships that would normally float, to instead sink.
Methane, when in gas form, messes with the electrical components of aircraft, causing them to fail and sometimes fall right out of the sky.
Methane also causes the water to turn a ghostly greenish color, and the “ghost ships” reported to be seen are simply green reflections of the ships that scatter the bottom of the triangle.
It has been proven that methane bubbles can indeed sink a ship, but that hasn’t happened in the Bermuda Triangle for about 15,000 years.
(Source: kiraadesu, via jenniferlotts)
Yes. And sometimes we don’t even have to be drunk to go on and on about how American Obama is.
Bob Barker is on The Price is Right today. All is right with the world.
Happy 90th birthday, Bob!
Today’s rain, according to The Weather Channel, may be freezing rain. Looks like I need to wait until tomorrow for Frozen.
On the plus side, I’ve been saving a theater gift card that I got for my birthday last year (which my sister gave me to see Wreck-It Ralph) for Saving Mr. Banks, and that comes out tomorrow. I’ve already checked to be sure the balance hasn’t expired or anything, and the site says the value is still there. So hopefully tomorrow I can see two absolutely excellent movies.
The decision now is all about what order to see them in.
Two Oscar contenders in one day will be a great day. After a few years of not having seen ANY of the Oscar contenders, it’ll be nice to have two movies that I have actually seen to root for when the March 2, 2014 Oscar ceremony rolls around.
And just because I’ve mentioned the Oscar a couple times in this post, here’s a picture of me holding one, taken with a terrible cell phone camera in 2006:
You may notice the cable running from the podium to the Oscar that was there to make sure I couldn’t run off with it (there was also a very large but fast-looking security guard standing just outside of the frame in case I brought a really good knife to cut the cable with) — you can also see that I had just bought some music at Sam Goody, because I had handed my cell phone to a total stranger to take the picture and didn’t want to make them wait while I put the bag down.
Also, when winners get their Oscar and their first words are “Wow, this is heavy,” they aren’t lying. That was my first reaction too. They weigh about 13 pounds, much heavier than any other trophy that I’ve held (not that I’ve held a lot of trophies, but they were like Little League participation trophies [where I spent most of my time on the bench on a team that won the league championship, winning 14 out of 15 games, but I think I had a total of about 20 at-bats during the season] and a “100 Mile Club” trophy from 5th grade where we had to run 1 mile per day in P.E. — we were allowed to not run, but those of use who ran enough to reach 100 miles in the school year got a trophy — and those trophies were hollow plastic so the solidity of an Oscar is unexpected when you lift it).