28 year old
Pagan female who lives in Florida with her guy and two cats,
loves Disney, reads fanatically, tinkers in photography and
believes growing up is overrated.
There are people on the net that have nothing better to do
with their time
then be nasty to other people online. They post rude comments, spend hours
a day talking about sites they hate so much, that they well, spend hours a
day talking about them. (lame) They mock the owners and posters for their
opinions and their right to free speech. They expect everyone to fit into
their narrow-minded little world view or else they throw a temper tantrum.
To these people I say grow up.
Here's a bit of info people...the web is
a HUGE place. If you don't like what I say here, or who I am, or what I
do, or talk about, or what I look like, or the color of my hair, or
whatever asinine thing you dwell on, go somewhere else. It's
really, really easy. Honest. You just click the little "x" in
the corner of your browser and *poof* the offending, big, mean and nasty
site has disappeared.
I pay for this site. It's mine. That
means I can use it for whatever the hell I want to. Don't like it if I'm
bitching about something in my life? Oh fucking well. Go somewhere else.
Think I'm stupid for expressing my thoughts? Too fucking bad, don't read
them. Somewhere along the line, someone forgot this simple fact: Live
and let live Don't like me, cool, fine, whatever, I don't care.
This journal is NOT for you. It's for me. I'm not in it for popularity or
fame or anything stupid like that. I write it because I need to write and
express myself and get things out of my head sometimes. So read or don't,
it doesn't matter, but don't waste my time (or yours) bitching about it.
*gets off soapbox*
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March of the Penguins *Minor spoilers within (basically explanation of penguin life and some of the sadder moments of the movie)*
Went and saw March of the Penguins on Saturday. I'd been bugging Love about it for a couple weeks now and he finally agreed. He dozed through some of it. My friend Rand and I of course, didn't.
It was a very interesting movie. With a much broader range of emotion then I would have thought. I also didn't realize how damned hard of a life penguins have. Of course, the movie is about emperor penguins who live in Anartica; the harshest climate on the planet. It is wonderfully narrated by Morgan Freeman and as it opens, he explains this is a love story. And it has to be for what they endure.
Yes, they really walk, single-file for 70 miles.
First, the penguins hike 70 miles inland, away from the sea to their nesting grounds where they all show up somehow in the same place, at the same time and often on the same day. The males and females pair up and court and mate. If they are successful, the female lays a single egg. The long process truly begins here. The mother transfers the egg to the father - not always successfully which is the first bit of sadness in the film, but not the last - who holds it on his feet, covering it with his stomach. The female walks back the 70 miles to the sea to get food. The fathers? They stay, in the frigid cold, huddled together, holding their precious egg for the next four months. The fathers don't eat the entire time.
The chicks hatch and the exhausted fathers only have about a day's worth of food specifically stored for them. If the mother doesn't make it back (yet again that 70-mile hike) in time, he'll be forced to leave the chick to return to the sea or starve himself. So the mom's come back just in time and it's the father's turn to walk all the way back to the sea to get their first meal in months.
The chicks now huddle under their mother's stomachs, perched on her feet to avoid the cold. The horrible part is that the storms sometimes are still too much; even when they huddle together for shared warmth; even hiding with their mothers some simply do not survive. At one point, after a horrible wind storm the mothers look for chicks that were seperated or lost. A terrible scene of a frozen chick on the ice, with the mother in absolute mourning, desperately nudging the chick actually made me cry.
But it's not all sadness. There is a share of adorableness. And amazing tenderness. These penguins are facinating with how much love, attention and devotion they have. And how swwet and touching their couplings are. They really seem so much like us in so many ways.
Anyway, it was quite an interesting movie. Full of amazing sweetness and profound sadness. But facinating. The theater was full of the under seven/over 70 set but it was sold out. I'm glad I saw it and I'd recommend it but I'd of course warn you there are a few points which are very sad. Though overall, it really is not only a story about survival, but a story about love.
