Toons and other sentimental shwag
I'm not normally the type to get all choked up at the end of an animated film (no, I didn't cry when Bambi got shot), but I have to say that I got a little choked up at the end of Spirited Away. And it's not even a sad film, really. Incredible is more like it.

Another animated piece that got me a little teary-eyed once was the Charlie Brown Christmas Special. I'm really digging on the "Skating" song that was on the soundtrack. In a weird, but not neccesarily unexpected fit of deja vu, I was thinking of the song when it started playing in the department store I was shopping at today (No, I wasn't shopping for Christmas presents just yet. I was buying a shower curtain).

Spent the weekend with a new friend. We spent Saturday night and all day Sunday getting high and watching movies. We were gonna take a little road trip and maybe see the Jack Daniels distillery, but the non-motivational effects of marijuana killed that plan. I saw Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory for the first time this weekend. No, I didn't see it as a kid. And yes, it was scrumdillyicious. I'm tempted now to write a thesis examining the issues of class, morality, and the influence of late-sixties counterculture on the film.