Yes, I used w00t.
When is the last time you watched this gem of a movie? From the days when Disney possessed some original thought? (OK, fine – Pirates of the Caribbean is Disney, but it broke the mold…)
For those of you who might’ve missed it or who are too young to remember the seminal children’s films of 1986, there is additional information all over the place online, and this site provides screen shots and a synopsis.
Note: The soundtrack is beyond awful, but it IS 1986 after all.
WATCH as Sarah Jessica Parker plays an army brat! MARVEL at Pee-Wee Herman playing the voice of an alien robot spaceship! REVEL in the wonders of Canadian child actors whose careers basically consist of this movie and two episodes of “Murder, She Wrote.” ENJOY that dude from “Head of the Class” (the teacher) playing the scientist treating little David like a lab rat!
I love this thing. Thank you, Netflix, for helping me remember the love. Netflix also provides RSS feeds to subscriber’s queues, so you know that craziness is going on the movies page (with the rest of the site redesign.)
Tomorrow is my first yoga/pilates class at work. I’m pretty nervous about it, actually. I really don’t function well in groups when exercise is involved, but this is very much a conscious effort to follow the words of Eleanor Roosevelt:
Do one thing every day that scares you.
I am absolutely, unequivocally a night person.
I’ve been able to get up in the mornings and do the whole “bright-eyed and bushy-tailed” thing at work just because I like it so much and enjoy going there, but my mind doesn’t really get up to speed until later in the day/evening/night/early morning. Also, I find nothing glorious about the morning.
“Morning people” revel in the beauty of the sunrise and birdsong and watching the day begin. Here’s a bit from a morning person writing on Flak Magazine:
The quiet, early morning with the sun low in the trees is the definition of peace. Every sound is muffled, all movement is lazy and there are no sharp edges. Nothing has gone wrong yet in the day; there is only optimism and opportunity.
Being out-and-about early in the morning is as great a joy as quietly sipping coffee on the sofa. It’s a different world, a comfortable world. Go to any grocery store at 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning and you’ll see what I mean. Voices are gravelly; everyone has an easy smile and a soft “good morning.” We move at about 70 percent of afternoon speed. There is no bustle. There is no hustle. We don’t sigh dramatically or jangle our keys impatiently while standing in line to check out; the speakers don’t squawk with price checks and clean-ups on Aisle 9. Sometimes the shelves are still being stocked and boxes are stacked in the aisles, but we don’t mind. We dress for comfort and no judgments are made. We haven’t all showered and we’re in baseball caps and soft cotton. Our sweatpants and sweatshirts were not sold as an outfit, and our shoes have rubber soles.
Morning people don’t proselytize much because we don’t want you night people infringing on our world.
Hey, that’s fine by me. I don’t want the world of the morning person. “Optimism and opportunity.” I’ll grant them that – an unrealistic sense of optimism. 😉
I vastly prefer evenings and late nights and moonrise and certain parts of the world shutting down and other parts just starting up. There’s greater variety of life at night. It’s when I have my best ideas and my best conversations and my best dreams. I’m just aligned with the moonlit half of the day, and that’s not a bad or morbid or overly dramatic thought.
I also don’t like coffee or most breakfast foods. I wonder if there is a connection. Nah. I like having cereal for dinner. Wait. So that might be a connection if I enjoy having the traditional breakfast foods in the evening when my brain is waking up. Maybe I have a really weird circadian rhythm.
Be that as it may, I have to conform with the world at large, and I really don’t have it that badly. I have to wake up at 7/7:30 to catch the later train. If I want to be at work earlier, I have to be up at 6:45. That’s really not bad when compared to other schedules; sometimes, though, it feels like torture for me. Just the actual waking up and opening my eyes part.
To that end, it’s time to settle in, read some, and drift off to sleep under my nice warm comforter since it’s grown bitterly cold over the last few hours and warmth = good.