Postcards and Skylines: I hope you meet people with a different point of view.

It’s already that point in the break where I’m starting to get super antsy. I’ve gotten stuff done on my list. I won’t mention too much of what, only because it’s all the easy ones. I saved myself the demolition of my self-esteem in finishing my portfolio on time. This will likely last until I get my evaluation, which I’m suddenly very nervous about. Thus is the plight of children of the No Child Left Behind generation. And, they totally jinxed the whole thing by calling it that!

So, who’s turned on the news lately and was profoundly disappointed in something? All of the above. I want something so absolutely wonderful to happen—with no catch or anything—that we’ll all be filled to the brim with abounding, buttery, cloud nine glee for at least two weeks. I’m being realistic.

I watched Up in the Air. George did not let me down. I kind of want to watch it again just for him. Because I rooted for him the minute he started talking. And his matter-of-fact observations, comfortable cynicism and that budding hope in something someone like him ultimately might never have. I related. We all probably can in some way. I’ve been plane-bound since I was 6 months old. Granted, my problems back then amounted to mostly digestive things. There is something about travelling and being propelled up thousands of miles into the sky that makes it seem like all your problems are being put on hold. Airports are a pain in the ass, but it’s a completely different world from the outside. You’re a different person. Your concerns are different. It even smells different. It’s a place where you can think about everything and nothing. I loved the moment where we got to see his high school. I love shit like that in movies, especially when there’s Elliott Smith humming nearby. Anyway. George. E mentioned his eyes, and yes, exactly. And I know everything that’s going to come out of my mouth when talking about George Clooney is going to translate a little into fangirl, so I’ll stop. I hope he makes more movies like this.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button was one of my favorite films released last year. This year is very close to being done, and while looking through my YouTube favorites, I found this scene from the film. I thought it was appropriate for this time of year—or anytime, really. It’s appropriate for moments where you feel like taking a deep breath, getting back up again and moving.

For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

A little before the clip starts, there’s a bit I love where his daughter finds postcards he’s sent to her over the years, each saying things like, “I wish I could have held you when you had a broken heart.”

Yeah, I do think I have something in my eye.

… I just really like that film, OKAY? :)

As a good X-Phile should, I figure it wouldn’t hurt to market some X-Files movie campaign here—to all three of you who read this. We greedy buggers want a third movie, even though the second one was kind of a turd-fest. Not really. I just have complicated feelings about the whole matter. Like I can insult it, but nobody else can… and so on.

Actually, this is just an excuse to post this fan video I found. This is also appropriate in a certain way. I think fan videos are getting a lot, a lot better than they used to be. Some of these could be legitimately used for promoting TV series/movies/etc. Anyway, the X-Files, frankly, is a LOVELY show and ultimately my quest for true love is really just to find somebody to watch the X-Files with. Now that’s true love. Oh, and I’d like someone to listen to my crackpot theories. That would also be nice.