It may be a stretch...but you're a gymnast.

It's natural to put things into categories.

I consider myself an observant person.  For example, I observe that Barack Obama's hair is turning quite gray these days.  I observe that contrary to popular opinion, the Twilight movies are not quality films.  I also observe that no matter how bad Twilight movies are, I keep paying money to see them.

But this blog isn't about my contradictory lifestyle, it's about people, and how I grossly stereotype them.

Through my observations, experiences, encounters, and my own personal insight, I have come to the conclusion that the human population, in it's entirety, fit nicely into two categories;

"celebrity people" and "non-celebrity people."

Let me explain.

There are two types of people in this world; people who know the difference between Robert Pattinson and Robert Downey Jr., and people who do not.

People who can pick out Gerald Butler from a line of Spartans, and people who think they all look the same.

People who immediately recognize the voice of Tom Hanks, and people who just cannot.

People who know that Brad was better off with Jennifer, and people who have no idea what I'm talking about.

This my friends, is what fundamentally bonds us or divides us.  Our ability to pick out Reese Witherspoon from a row of blondes, or simply knowing that Rachel McAdams looks so much better brunette.  You know you are in a "different category" from someone if you start discussing how multi-talented you think Justin Timberlake is when suddenly they get this blank look on their face and say something akin to, "Isn't he the guy from the Backstreet Boys?"
Or perhaps when you say to them, "Have you seen Jersey Shore?" to which they retort, "Huh?" to which you explain, "You know, Snooki?" to which they reply, "Is that some kind of cookie?"

My advice to you in that situation is just walk away, because obviously you can never be.

Some might say that this is a highly superficial way of ranking people, and in the end, does celebrity knowledge even count as knowledge?  Is it right to know that much about pop culture?

To that I say, "If this is wrong, I don't want to be right."

Some say this may sound harsh, and that perhaps I am ranking "celebrity people" above "non-celebrity people."

To that I say, "Oh, that is exactly what I'm doing.  How observant of you!"

We'll Always Have Paris.

It's natural to fall for summer.

Summer is a cosmic tease.  It fools you, it seduces you, it whispers these sweet nothings in your ear and it convinces you that the days will always be long, that homework is a thing of the past, and that it will never drop below 85 degrees.  It makes you believe that you will always be a nice shade of brown, that it's acceptable to forget how to do simple math, and all of the people you love will always be in the same town.

Last night, I watched Casablanca for the first time.  If you haven't seen it....watch it.  They don't make movies, or movie stars the way they used to.  The woman are gorgeous, and grace the screen during close ups with a single tear rolling down their flawless cheeks.  The men are classy, slick, and could at any moment pull a gun from their trench coat pocket and shoot the shifty character checking out their lady from across the saloon.  Humphrey Bogart is no less than iconic.  The man can say everything he needs to say in about six or seven words, and it will probably be the coolest most perfect thing anyone has ever uttered.  Woman swoon over him and his rhetoric.

"Here's looking at you, kid."

Bogart plays Rick in the movie, who falls in love with the beautiful and lovely Ilsa while in Paris.  Reality soon catches up with the two, and Rick soon realizes that they can never be together like they once were.  As Ilsa tries desperately to convince Rick otherwise, he says...one of the most famous movie lines ever written...

"We'll always have Paris."

We'll always have summer, even if just for a moment.

I'll always remember this summer, for it has been truly historic in more ways than one.

And you can take that to the bank.

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Hogarth.

It's natural to love the movie The Iron Giant.


I like to iron. Ah yes, I can hear the woman jokes from here, but it's true. I actualy like to iron. There is something calming about smoothing away the impurites from a favorite shirt. It's like this neat metaphor for life. Wouldn't it be nice if we could just plug in an iron, wait till it's hot, then procede to smooth out all of the wrinkles and bumps in our own lives? I wish I had iron-like advice, that once heard could change the look of things, make things appear smoother and less worn.   But alas, I am not a small appliance capable of solving problems, as much as I would like to be.


That reminds me, wasn't The Iron Giant such a great movie?


I mean, the main character's name is Hogarth.  It's obviously a winner.


*authors note
I am aware that The Iron Giant has nothing to do with ironing....just so we're clear.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgjmFBX34zc