The Great Escape

This summer has quickly become movie filled.

I like the feeling of finishing a movie. When you first see the credits start to scroll and that song starts up. That song that plays to the exact emotions you're supposed to be feeling after that final scene.

There is no arguing against liking that feeling of finishing a movie, I don't think.

Whether you liked the movie or not, it must be satisfying. If you liked it, you liked it. You're left thinking about the characters or what's going to happen to them now that they are off in that whiteness of everything we don't know about that fictional world they are in. If you hated it, you hated it. You're left frustrated that you devoted two hours of your life to caring what happened to those characters in that fictional world. You want to get up, stretch your legs, and move on. And now that it's over, you can.

I'm glad that movies exist. Books are great and grand and everything between, but, movies are a different kind of escape. I think that when you see the wrinkles in her jeans or the vase on the bookshelf in the background that slip through authors' fingers, those little things are there for you to see in movies. I like that.

I'm glad for good movies. I'm glad for good directors, and good actors, and good producers.

I like this brand of escape.

A Previous Generation

Yesterday was a good day.

I hung out with my grandpa for most of it. I can't particularly explain my grandpa in a way that will convey his utter awesome. I think that my favorite things are that his stories aren't boring and he loves to sing show tunes.

I think that the best part was when my older brother met my grandpa for the first time. It's a pretty long story, but, it was exciting to see them interact and to see my nephew meet his great grandpa.

Not much to say right now, honestly. I am going to volunteer again today. And my grandpa is going back to New Jersey (where he is visiting from) today.

Maybe I'll blog again later, if I have anything good to say.