UP and a meme
Jul. 11th, 2009 03:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shamanicshayminSo I finally got to see UP with Dad and my brother. I liked it; Pixar films have been a lot more mature lately, so that makes me happy. I didn't cry, but my Dad did quietly. The best part for me was the dogs, definitely. They reminded me so much of Amanda and Freddie (Haha, "Cone of Shame" is right. XD), especially with how alike Dug and Freddie are. They're both so stupid and cheerful and sweet, and the quote in my icon definitely clinched it for me. Gods. It's so easy to gloss over dogs in movies these days, but Dug looked so much like a real Golden Retriever with fur so sleek and soft that I wanted to hug him and let him lick my face. Also the Doberman with the broken voice communicator; I can definitely see Amanda speaking like that and expect to be taken seriously. :P Nothing like a Pixar movie to remind me how much I love my dogs, huh? 'Cause now I have Kate Bush's "Hounds of Love" stuck in my head. It's the ultimate I-Love-Dogs song, I swear. T-T
While I was watching the movie, I couldn't quit thinking about the little girl with cancer that so badly wanted to see UP that Pixar themselves brought a DVD of the movie to her house so she could watch it before passing on. The article mentioned something about how she loved Pixar movies, one of the reasons being that she loved animals. Hell, is it sad to think of Mom's old parrot, Catherwood, and mention to Dad wondering what it'd be like if we got a colorful new female parrot named Kevin? I dunno, I think Kevin makes a nice ring for a girl's name. Then there's the dogs. Mention UP to me, I think of balloons and dogs. I hope there's a ton of animal goodness up there for the little girl. That's enough to fill tons of pages in an Adventure Book, right? Having dogs does that to ya. And pets. No wonder animals make me so happy. Constant affectionate love they give, especially dogs. Guuuh.
I still think WALL-E's my favorite Pixar film. But this one was nice. Yesh.
• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
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Alas, I feel so bitter these days, with the need to criticize about absolutely everything. Am I becoming like Fredrickson? Am I becoming too skeptical? Jaded? Apathetic? No need to say it, I already know something's wrong with me. But what do I do?
While I was watching the movie, I couldn't quit thinking about the little girl with cancer that so badly wanted to see UP that Pixar themselves brought a DVD of the movie to her house so she could watch it before passing on. The article mentioned something about how she loved Pixar movies, one of the reasons being that she loved animals. Hell, is it sad to think of Mom's old parrot, Catherwood, and mention to Dad wondering what it'd be like if we got a colorful new female parrot named Kevin? I dunno, I think Kevin makes a nice ring for a girl's name. Then there's the dogs. Mention UP to me, I think of balloons and dogs. I hope there's a ton of animal goodness up there for the little girl. That's enough to fill tons of pages in an Adventure Book, right? Having dogs does that to ya. And pets. No wonder animals make me so happy. Constant affectionate love they give, especially dogs. Guuuh.
I still think WALL-E's my favorite Pixar film. But this one was nice. Yesh.
• Post ten of any pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.
• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.
• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.
• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.
Alas, I feel so bitter these days, with the need to criticize about absolutely everything. Am I becoming like Fredrickson? Am I becoming too skeptical? Jaded? Apathetic? No need to say it, I already know something's wrong with me. But what do I do?
