It doesn’t take much to get me tailspinning about what I miss about living in Atlanta. All it takes is mere mention of THE HOLY LAND to set me off. The holy land is Target, for those of you who don’t already know…or who have regular access to one and don’t realize how much of a mecca the place actually is. Here’s a tip: If you live near a Target, appreciate it. You don’t have to kiss the middle of the logo like I do. In fact, I really don’t recommend it, especially after hearing this story that Â you can get herpes from kissing the Blarney Stone, so it’s probably safe to assume that you can get some sort of venereal disease from kissing logos at superstores. But, still, appreciate it.) Also, if you have chick-fil-a or Sonic, appreciate them as well. Pro tip:Â Definitely do not kiss anything at chick-fil-a.Â
Appreciate it as much as this guy:
I can’t even tell you how happy this video makes me.
Even happier than when I watched that Kristen Bell VS the sloth video, which I absolutely LOVED, not because I love sloths (I mean, really, who doesn’t?) but because I get that whole 3-7 scale thing. I really do. I am a super emotional person. Things that make me sad…forget about it. I’m a weepy ball of snot-filled goo on the floor (well, isn’t that a pretty picture?) Things that make me incredibly happy…forget about it as well. I’m a weepy ball of snot-filled goo.
American Idol auditions. Telephone company commercials. Coffee commercials..omg Peter coming home for Christmas? (STOP IT!). Any video involving a soldier and a child. Getting unexpected cards in the mail. Report-card day. My child on the stage. My child watching my other child on the stage. Really, really good Chinese food.
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close?
I apologize to all the of the people who were sitting incredibly close to me.
As I spent the entire movie crying extremely loud tears.Â
(YES I KNOW THAT WASN’T FUNNY)
You guys, I don’t even know. That movie. It’s the stick-to-your-bones type.
Honestly, I kind of expected to hate the movie, Oscar-nomination not withstanding. It takes a lot for me to enjoy a book-made-into-a-movie, especially when the book is so gooddamn special. (Movies the worked? The Princess Bride,Â The Diving Bell and the Butterfly,Â Gone With the Wind,Â The Virgin Suicides, Fight Club, To Kill a Mockingbird.) (Movies that did not work? The Time Traveler’s Wife, The DaVinci Code,Â Love in the Time of Cholera, Fever Fitch, The Scarlet Letter)
That book. It’s a masterpiece.Â And this movie?Â It was too.Â
I know. I am just as shocked as you are. Rotten Tomatoes kind of hated it, and there are reviews I read by people I admire who said that they wanted to punch the movie in the nose and called it “fairly obnoxious.”
I think those reviewers were missing its beauty. And missing the beauty of Jonathan Safran Foer.
It’s not about 9-11. It’s not about THE WORST DAY.
It’s about a boy. It’s about his relationships. It’s about obstacles. It’s about grief. It’s about love. It’s about anger. It’s about fears, and overcoming them.
…And I’m crying again.
Tell me I’m not the only crier out there. I’m like Ed Norton’s character in Fight Club when the testicular cancer groupÂ introducesÂ him to Bob and his bitch tits. I really, really am.
What makes you cry?Â Sonic videos? Commercials? Weddings? Funerals? Graduations? SLOTHS?Â