_The Super Bowl is later today. I don’t have a horse in the race. I haven’t placed any bets. I regard the game as a kind of holiday: It’s not really the event itself that I look forward to, but more I enjoy it as an excuse to get together with friends.
My recommendation to you: Put aside time to spend time with the people you love. That’s not even my advice for today, but just for life in general. We so often only see some people on special occasions, but it doesn’t have to be so. Less than three, friends. <3
“He’s the littlest member of a woodland crew. But the key to finding him when he goes missing is larger than life.”
Behold the majesty of Piglet’s Big Movie.
_I love Winnie the Pooh. Though as I got older, I realized how much the denizens of the Hundred Acre Wood were a bunch of asshole-y morons. But the asshole parts of them wasn’t due to malice or anything…they were just dumb as hell. I mean, they’re basically the make believe pals of a kid, and kids are usually little shitheads due to not being old enough to understand the concept of things like “tact.”
So Piglet asking his friends if he can help them get hunny, and all of them saying “Nope, you’re small. You can’t help.” is a dick move, but I get it. This is what you have to keep in mind every time you try to think about the logic of the stuffy pals of the Wood. “Everybody in the 100 Acre Wood has a house built into a tree, so when they decide to build a house for Eeyore, why do they make it out of sticks?” Because. “What the hell is the problem with kangaroos moving into the neighborhood?” Because. “What makes them think that barging into somebody’s house when they aren’t around is ok?” Because.
Winnie the Pooh and his woodland friends, for me, are a reminder of what it was like to be a kid. Basically, being a well meaning dumbass.
_So Piglet kept a scrapbook of drawings, based on memories of adventures with his friends. But despite it being a nice, thick book full of drawings, his artistic skills never improved? Come on, Piglet, push yourself! Self improvement, man!
_Keeping with the theme of childishness, I love that the plots of Winnie the Pooh stories are always “Mountains out of molehills.” So in Piglet’s Big Movie, Piglet is lost, and his friends set out to find him. But he’s not really lost. Pooh and friends basically don’t know where he is and declare him as lost. Seriously, they lose track of him for about 10 minutes, and go “Oh no, Piglet is lost!” Way to overreact, guys.
_Tomorrow, we try out something new: A themed block for a few days. The theme: Nicolas Cage. Gone in 60 Seconds. See you~