at Memorial to Heroic Self-Sacrifice
There was a little girl today on the street, in a stroller. “I’M TIRED!” she screamed. Her dad was pushing her, and he was quietly laughing, because she was sticking her feet out on the sidewalk so he couldn’t push her. “I’m TIIIIIIRRRREEEDDDDDD-AAAAAHHHHHH” she screamed.
“We’re almost home, sweetie,” he said. “Can you pull up your feet so we can go?”
“I’MMM TTIIIIIIIRRRRREEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD,” she screamed, like crazy-screamed, over and over. “I DONT WANT TO TAKE A NAPPP! I’M SO TIRED!!!”
I loved her, and I hated her, and I loved the dad, who was just laughing, gently.
“I’M SO TIRED! I’M SO TIRED! IIIIMMMMMM SOOOOO TIIIREDDDDDD-AHHHHHHHHHHH” she screamed.
In “Never Ever Getting Back Together,” when Taylor Swift says “And you will hide away and find your peace of mind with some indie record that’s much cooler than mine,” does she mean he’s listening to a record that’s “cooler” than the one she’s listening to, or that it’s “cooler” than a Taylor Swift record? Because it would be crazy to expect that your boyfriend would listen to the album you made when he was mad at you or whatever.
New Year New Sponge
Last night, Grierson and I — two weeks earlier than usual — completed our 21st Annual Dorkfest, going over our top 10 movies of the year. (This started in 1991, I believe in the Grierson family rec room.)
For the sake of being completist, Grierson and I sat down this morning and gathered our No. 1 films for every year since 1991. So we don’t lose them, here they are:
Grierson: The Turin Horse, directed by Bela Tarr and Agnes Hranitzky
Leitch: Zero Dark Thirty, directed by Kathryn Bigelow
Grierson: City of Life and Death, directed by Lu Chuan
Leitch: Midnight in Paris, directed by Woody Allen
Grierson: Lourdes, directed by Jessica Hausner
Leitch: Toy Story 3, directed by Lee Unkrich
Grierson: Two Lovers, directed by James Gray
Leitch: A Serious Man, directed by Ethan Coen and Joel Coen
Magic Mike, The Avengers, Cabin in the Woods
Invention: Hot Toddy Mittens
Deviled Eggs for One