Heidi Garvin is a twenty-something year-old who spent the better part of last night with her boyfriend creating visual aids representing the various time travel theories as they are presented in Hollywood films.
After that, she played Mario Kart and then Monopoly with said boyfriend.
If you want to smile or cry today, go check out BrockHeasley.com. Brock has put out multiple online comics (nerd alert!), written a memoir focusing on the impact death of his father had on him, and is a family man with three daughters, one of whom has special needs and is non-verbal.
It should be noted that I am slightly biased since I have known Brock since I was five years old. I grew up nest door to him and his three brothers. Our parents still live next door to each other and I still keep in contact with the two youngest brothers (neither of which is Brock). That being said: just go read it anyway. I promise you will like it.
For my brother’s birthday last year, I gave him a DVD. Now, a DVD is the kind of gift where you KNOW what it is before you open it. You might not know exactly which DVD lies under beneath the wrapping paper, but based on shape and weight, there is never any doubt that you are about to unwrap a DVD. At least, for us “grown-ups” there is never any doubt.
As my brother picked up the gift to open it, Nephew Garvin looked at it. And with all the hope and excitement of childhood, he looked at that flat, rectangular package and exclaimed, “maybe it’s a fire truck!”
And my brother responded just as excitedly, “maybe!” Because who has the heart to tell a child that sometimes, no matter how much you want it, you just know, that under the wrapping paper, there is no fire truck.
I really want to know if the creator(s) of the television show “Awake” have ever taken Venlafaxine or Trazadone. Because that show is so eerily similar to things I experienced while on those drugs (to fight severe clinical depression).
For months I had what I referred to as “serial dreams,” where I would close my eyes to sleep and then, seemingly, open them and be in a very similar, yet different, reality. By day, I was a college student struggling with depression. By night, when the world was asleep, I was “awake” in another reality, just as detailed and rich. In which I was a secret agent with teleportation powers. Because apparently if you have real time dreams, you must be solving mysteries in them. Each night they picked up where they had left off.
I was able to tell which was a dream and which was real life. But after a couple months this… well, it messes with you. I started to feel crazy. Luckily, I was able to go off the Trazadone and just have teleporting secret agent dreams that jumped all over the timeline and in their non-linear progressions were easily identifiable as dreams. Eventually, my brain no longer felt the need to be a secret agent and went back to having that same dream I always have where I find out I’m not graduating from high school because I failed my dance class.
This show, “Awake,” makes me wonder if there are people out there who have experienced this same “serial dream” thing and makes me realize that so much of what we perceive to be fantasy just might be someone’s reality…
Heidi Garvin is a female in her twenties who just emailed her mother this link to the IMDB page for the musical film version of Les Miserables that is currently in production. She included this note: “I have some reservations about a few of the casting choices,* but am overall VERY EXCITED for this!”
That says it all.
*Russell Crowe shouldn’t be Javert; Alan Rickman should be playing the role. And Hugh Jackman? Probably the best possible choice, but we all know he plays the good guy, so there goes all the dramatic tension from the first act.
In my current work position, I have discovered remembered that I am irrationally irritated by poor grammar and spelling.
I almost went into a blind rage yesterday because I received a professional email in royal blue text with eight ellipses and no other punctuation whatsoever. It was one long run-on sentence that went on for 15 lines of text. How hard is it to use a period? Really? After typing one dot for your ellipsis, just stop. There you have it! A period! Done.
Conversely, one of the first few things that attracted me to Jim was his proper use of a semi-colon in a professional email.
I wonder what this says about me? (Don’t answer that - I don’t think anybody wants to open that can of worms)