I just got back from the IMAX showing of Where The Wild Things Are. I wasn't planning to go out tonight BUT I loved this book as a kid, and I am going to be so busy the next few weeks I just knew I had to go. Anyway... the book. The book is ten whole sentences, yet it tells the most amazing story. Outside Over There was also another amazing Sendak book. Themes of children learning to cope with various internal states, balancing comfort and fury, dominate these stories.

This is not a review, this is my reaction. Basically... other than IMAX always being awesome, this movie was a lot more intense than I thought it would be. Sure all the hype warned that it would not be "Cutesy" or suitable for really young kids. And - I'm no stranger to trainwrecks. But oh my god this movie was intense. I want to crawl up in my bed and go to sleep for a long, long time. The sheer psychological makeup of Max's character alone is a heavy one. Spike Jonze gleefully presents to us the byproduct of a [presumably] broken home and a LOT of angst... It's almost twisted except for how amazing and true. We all love a movie that makes you both laugh & cry... But to laugh, then cry, then laugh, then cry, then laugh, then cry, then cry... FUCK! Give me a bottle of wine and some Valium.

I don't doubt this may be due to my own personal projections based on experience with the themes/emotions in the movie - perhaps it is not even as heavy or deep or traumatic to everyone. Surely everyone will cast their own shadow on it. I have to say I loved the movie though, save for the few seconds every now and then I would stop to realize how incredibly uncomfortable I felt. And how... just... blank I feel right now. On a side note... I will say Carol & KM's tangled web brought a smile and a cringe at how amazing and how incredibly difficult love can be. And how much I miss being in love.

i have a sadness shield that keeps out all the sadness and it's big enough for the both of us.

This is no way to end the weekend. This is a time when it really fucking sucks to not have a guy around to tell me to stop moping and help me go to sleep. Fuck man. A few days ago Erik B (Life Moves Pretty Fast) & I were talking about boobs. This led to a few hours wasted on HiBoobs. SO now I will just show you some of the favorite boobs as of 10/16/09. My personal philosophy is that anyone who doesn't look at their shit or jack off is either 1) a liar or 2) might as well be dead. Same goes for tits. Gay straight upside down backwards anyway you look at it, tits rule and this should cheer you up.

These are all from HiBoobs OK? Save it.