Nothing Cute Is About To Happen Between Elmo and John Mayer…
Excuse me while my ovaries explode.
Fantastic Mr. Fox was wonderful. So creative and charming and fun, as well as beautiful to watch.
I argued briefly with Amir after watching it, since he claimed that “kids would not like it” and “You shouldn’t criticize movies like ‘Tooth Fairy’ because they’re made for kids, and kids have more fun watching stupid movies.” I could not possibly disagree more. Just because people - kids included - have been proven to enjoy the lowest common denominator does not make it okay to condescend to them with stupidity.
Films like Up, Aladdin, Ratatouille and Fantastic Mr. Fox are brilliant because they don’t assume that kids (and, as a result, adults) are retards. You should no more say “Kids’ movies have a right to be stupid, they’re kids’ movies” than you should say the same about action movies or big-budget family comedies. No! It shouldn’t ever be okay to be treated like an idiot.
Unrelated: this movie reminds me to go back and read every Roald Dahl book again.
IA so much about this.
I know Pixar movies are generally beloved by the Tumblr community, but I know way too many people in real life who basically refuse to even watch them because they’re “kids’ movies”. I’m sorry, but Up was a million times more thought-provoking and beautifully crafted than Transformers 2.
(via) Jason Segel performed a hilarious original song at the Swell Season show last night in L.A. As Segel sings at a piano, Swell Season member (and Once star/performer) Marketa Irglova strolls across the stage with what Segel professes to be his home phone number.
Well, I know you’re charmed by my lovely on-screen persona
Sweet and humble, that’s certainly my career
But it would be a shame for you to miss this one-time offer
To make love to Jason Segel this year.
Remember when I showed my penis in Forgetting Sarah Marshall?
Well, there were no special effects
So if you liked what you saw
Well that’s exactly what I’m working with
1315329-6673
Call me if you need me
LOVE THIS.
Stefanie 1, Cheesecake 0
I had a most memorable berry cheesecake several weeks ago - the kind with the perfect topping to cheese to crumb ratio; the indulgence factor doubled by the side of cream and a drizzle of chocolate all over. This cheesecake wasn’t messing around - it was undoubtedly sized (and priced) to be shared between two people of romantic involvement, or at least an alpha-male type with a voracious appetite. I am neither of those things, and yet I conquered and OWNED that cheesecake.
It’s been weeks, and that damned cheesecake has left its mark on me. It feels like it’s thrown off my entire exercise plan, parading its generous fat content and laughing in my face, staying in the pit of my digestive system, an immovable force. I imagine that it’s giving all the vegetables and fruits and other healthy food items I consume the finger.
Most girls at this point would be having a calorie freak-out, and swear never to eat a cheesecake of such epic proportions or taste again.
Me? I chose the path of least resistance, and had it again today.
And yes, it was totally worth it. We can talk about it while I buy a bigger pair of jeans.
In a Galaxy Far, Far Away
There should be a nerd scale for how many fictional planet names and galaxies you can list from memory.
I’m hitting about 40, which is still pretty measly considering there are a total of 460 planets in the Star Wars canon alone.
Nuovo Cinema Paradiso (1988)
I finally got around to watching the Director’s Cut tonight. If you love the movies, it is impossible not to be completely in love with this film, which manages to break and enchant your heart at the same time. The ending montage of screen kisses is an incredible sequence.
Favourite Holidays
- Pi (π) Day - March 14
- Geek Pride Day - May 25
- International Chocolate Day - September 13
- International Talk Like a Pirate Day - September 19
- Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day - December 5
- …And uh, Christmas.
Down With the Moral Majority
I really wasn’t cool in high school. I know, I know, everyone says that. It’s almost a prerequisite for being considered cool now. (“Oh I was such a nerd. Always had my nose in a book.” Fuck off.) But I wasn’t even nerd cool. I mean, I did a some nerdy things like write a lot of poetry and hang out with boys who watched too much Lord of the Rings, but I didn’t have enough of a niche carved out for myself to even be considered a true nerd.
I didn’t go to parties. I didn’t drink or smoke pot. I didn’t hang out with anyone who did. I didn’t lie to my parents (never wanted to) or flirt with boys (desperately wanted to). I didn’t even see my friends that often. I just sort of existed. I worked hard on my English papers and half-assed my math homework and thought a lot about that older guy with the hoodie and the lip ring. I spent my days being pissed that gym class was mandatory and my nights manically changing the lyrics in my AIM profile and wishing more people would talk to me.
I never did anything dangerous like cut class or sneak out or pierce my bellybutton without parental permission. Sometimes I wish I did. Well not the piercing part.
Last night I was out driving someplace and “Minority” by Green Day came up on the shuffle and I sang along loudly and thought about how, for me, in high school, this was rebellion. Playing this song in the car while my mom was driving, waiting for her reaction when Billie Joe gleefully barks “Fuck em all!” How it was all I could do to keep the corners of my mouth from curving up when she acted shocked. And driving along the highway in the dark last night, I felt oddly affectionate for my high school self, and proud of her, I guess. Looking back now, high school’s mostly a blur. I was so bored I was barely alive, but I was alive. And I had my tiny defiance.
Reblogging because I love the way this is written, and also? I can totally relate.
