Real Men Listen To Childrens' Movie Soundtracks.

First impressions are the most deceiving things on earth. We make them and 95% of the time they end up being pushed to the backs of our minds and eventually dissipate altogether. And we all laugh about how silly those first impressions were. And then, somewhere down the road, we realize that that first impression WAS on the money. We dig it out from the catacombs of our subconscious, dust it off, and present it to the room: "I always had a funny feeling about so-and-so. Why, from Day 1 I blah blah blah blah..." It's silly. I don't think anyone can truly decide for certain whether first impressions are usually wrong or if they are usually right. You never have ONE impression of a person. People are dynamic beings! Of COURSE there are times where you think, "Wow... you are SO annoying," and of COURSE there are times where you think, "Well, what a sweetheart!" So: first impression? Irrelevant. A "non-issue," if I'm using that in the correct context.

I can't recall a time where I have ever felt good about myself after eating pizza. It just doesn't seem to add up... pizza tastes delicious and satiates my hunger pains. But the feeling of having touched and consumed those greasy slabs of bread and melted cheese makes me feel dirty and greasy and undesirable. It doesn't matter if it's a $5 pizza from Pizza Hut or a gourmet chicken Marsala Gorgonzola with spinach seasoning pizza dish from a five star restaurant. I always live in the moment and enjoy my pizza, then suffer the despicable repercussions.


The horror!

So, something terrible happened yesterday. I was cruising around on the Facebook marketplace, because I'm selling a bunch of my old Sims games that I never use (interested?). Whilst perusing various items, I came across an old iPod video someone was selling. My iPod was stolen about two years ago. I decided to check out eBay to see if anyone was selling for cheaper. One thing led to another-- I tried my hand at bidding, which is really difficult and sometimes a rip off-- and pretty soon I was bidding on an iPod video in crappier condition than the one on Facebook. I kept bidding and bidding, doing it more for the sport of bidding than for winning... there were about 3 minutes left on the item. I entered one hundred dollars and awaited the other bidder's next offer. It never came. That's when the horrible realization sunk in. I don't WANT this iPod! I don't want to spend 100 bucks on a crappy old iPod with someone else's name engraved on it! I panicked. I waited, hoping with all my might someone else would place a bid on this God forsaken piece of technology. They didn't, and I actually won that mother trucker. I was in complete shock and disbelief. WHY, of all the bids I could've won on eBay, did it have to be THIS one? The horror began to sink in. I don't want to pay this money, I shouldn't pay this money for a luxury item right now, this is a baaaad situation. Phase Two of bad situation reared its ugly head as I stumbled about the internet like a drunk whore: I need to pay for this thing with a credit card. I don't have a credit card! Who do I know who would let me use their credit card? My dad! Of course! My dad will let-- oh wait. I CAN'T use my DAD'S card because he is the one who bought my original iPod video, and he still doesn't know I got it stolen! Best kept secret of all time. I'll tell you about that later. But for the present: I don't know what I'm going to do. This is one of the stickier situations I've been in, and trust me, some situations I've been in are comparable to fly paper. This is the real shit, like Rhino glue.

You know what I want to watch? 'Thumbelina'. Pretty sure it's a Disney movie; if so then one of the lesser known. I watched it a lot as a youngin' and I have that song "Let Me Be Your Wings" stuck in my head, as I periodically do. Too bad I can only remember one and a half lines of the lyrics. Let me pop on Youtube and see if I can find it someplace.


Thanks Youtube!

Another kick ass obscure cartoon song from the movie "The Princess Goblin." Seriously, I want to belt this song from the top of a mountain. But I can't, because I don't have the vocal range of a prodigy 10-year-old tenor.