Wednesday, February 17, 2010
On February 21, 2010 will mark the ten years that my dad has been gone. For half of my life, I have somehow survived the passing of my cute dad. While feeling nostalgic and rummaging through some of his old boxes, I found a postcard that he wrote to me in '98. In the far right corner, my dad wrote, "We made it Shorty!" If I have made it this far, I can make it until I see him again. I love my pop. And I know that we will both make it until we see each other and survive this earthy separation between us. There is a plan.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
I am a lover of anything classic Disney. Disney runs in my blood. So I say this with the upmost respect but I must speak about something of great importance. Snow White. For one thing, she manages, as the title character in the film, to be the very least interesting person in it. Her only proactive moment in the movie is when she decides to pretend she is the hired help. Otherwise she spends her time apologizing for making a fuss when she was kidnapped, almost murdered, and abandoned. When she's not doing that, she's accepting candy (apples, whatever) from strangers, taking long naps, and marrying the first guy who's willing to kiss what appears to be a corpse. And I'll bet her tall collar is constantly getting in the way of her peripheral vision. The real problem with Snow White, though, is her voice. Even when speaking her voice is unnaturally high and grating, and when she sings, her voice reaches octaves that shatter my eyeballs. To put it bluntly, Snow White is not a favorite of mine, but I still appreciate it for what it is as a Walt Disney Classic.