hey mom look, an elevator!

Apparently ears are what make us human. I have learned this from sci-fi and fantasy movies. Whenever a distinction between humans and non-humans must be made, the ears are the first thing to go. The top of the ear goes from round to pointed and BAM, you know that there must be something magical/alien/mutated/fantastic/evil about this dude. I came to this realization last night while watching The Green Lantern and I saw this guy.



Never mind that his skin is purple and his eyebrows are doing something crazy, it's really the ears that give him away as an alien. Getting up close and personal with the purple people eater here made me think about all other pointy eared creatures I've seen in other movies I got confused about how to tell them apart. Luckily, I came across this handy guide online which has helped to clear some things up.

Sunday

I think I'm afraid of living a life that's too small. A life where no one knows who you are or cares what you're doing. I live in fear of being disconnected from other people. I just want a life that's full, but not so big that other people look at me too much, and not so small that no one remembers my name. The phrase "quiet desperation" haunts me.

The Adventures of Snort

Snort is the name of my right foot. Snort has always been an outgoing sort of foot who likes to explore. He likes to run and jump, dance and skip, play and wiggle. Snort and his faithful pal Lefty have been all over and gotten into all kinds of mischief together. As the years passed by, Snort and Lefty grew and became strong and skilled at various activities such as wiggling their toes. While Lefty had always been slightly bigger, Snort was faster and the first to jump into anything new or exciting. After many years of toe tapping and work and fun, a gradual change began to take place within Snort. His big toe began to move ever so slightly towards the other toes. Big Toe wanted to join the party that the other toes were having, and who can blame him really? Little did Big Toe know, however, the consequences of his party animal ways. A small and pointy bump began to grow below Big Toe on the side of Snort. Now Ol' Pointy was an irritable, hot headed sort of bump who hated hard work. Whenever a long road was walked or a fancy shoe was worn, Ol' Pointy would complain and whine and ruined the fun for everyone. 

To be continued ...

Ever ever?

How much is enough? Enough faith? Enough time? Enough money? Enough pudding? I don't think that any of us really know. This concept of having a thing in such quantities that you don't want or need any more of it seems foreign and totally unrealistic. How do you get to the point where you are completely satisfied? And should we ever get to that point? If you are satisfied do you cease to exist because you cease to strive or progress? All anyone can say is that "Enough is enough" and I guess the only ones who understand what that means are the ones who have a limitless supply of pudding.