I Need A Minute...Fan-Girling In Progress

So if you are anything like me, you look forward to the holiday movie season every year.  I haven't really been impressed with "summer movies" this year, so I'm hoping "holiday movies" will pick up the slack.

And, if we have any chance of being friends, you are eagerly anticipating Thor 2 coming out in November just like I am.  It's ok to admit it...you're a nerd like me :)

I can honestly say I have enjoyed *most* Marvel movies...

Iron Man(s): RDJ is hilarious.  Kills it every time.
Captain America: Chris Evans & spandex. Enough said.
The Hulk: *no comment*
Thor: Natalie Portman?  Really?
The Avengers:  Loki has made me question my morals, like as in:  "Are they even working anymore because I'm strangely attracted/sympathetic to the villain...not heroes?"

Speaking of Loki...can we just take a moment to appreciate the awesomeness that is Tom Hiddleston?!?!

Did you all hear about his surprise appearance at ComicCon this year and how everyone lost their damn minds when he took over the panel for Thor 2?!  

Cosplay of the Century

The fans know what's up...

Loki in Thor was totally under-appreciated, most people didn't think him a strong enough villain; Kind of forgettable even.  But, when The Avengers came out...Tom's notoriety skyrocketed and, the Loki/Hiddleston fandom was born.  

The accuracy of this meme is pretty sad, actually

Where's mother-fuckin' Samuel L. Jackson?

He is the unofficial "King of Tumblr" people!  Execs added more Loki scenes to Thor 2 which, in-turn, caused a virtual fandom riot & everyone lost their shit because they thought that it would push back the movie's release date.

Tom is not the only one....this *Holy Hotness* British invasion happening within the movie industry is getting a little out of hand.

Maybe that's why the British aren't really sore about losing the war to us anymore...

They are making up for it by stealing the hearts of America's women.

Exhibits A, B, C & D-L:

Tom Hardy

'ello poppet.

Benedict Cumberbatch

I'm pretty sure his cheekbones have their own fan following...and Twitter account.

Henry Cavill

Just gratuitous man flesh.

The Entire Male Harry Potter Cast

Making puberty their bitch since....ever.

And so on, and so on, and so on.....

I have not been immune to their accented siren song and their tea-drinking wiles.  But, Hiddleston, by far, surpasses all other Brits in winning my heart and *figuratively* destroying my ovaries.

He's a life ruiner:  

Constantly sits like a whore: 

Been known to thumb wrestle autograph seeking fans:

A guy once tweeted him asking for soup because it was cold waiting in the press line at the BAFTAs.  That bastard showed up with tomato soup for the journalist:

Guy's a gentleman who believes in chivalry & quotes Shakespeare & shit:

And, let's not forget he got this line into a PG-13 movie:

So I've come to this conclusion:

So this really isn't a blog-blog; It's more like a pseudo-blog.  

OK....It's really the shameless exhibition of a man who makes me want to write god damn sonnets & who'd I bang like a screen door during a hurricane.

So for your *my* viewing pleasure:

Ugh....

Even inanimate poster females are drawn like a moth to a flame.

Stupid perfect bone structure.

OH, GATES!  Silly me.  I thought you said legs...

Just a little neck porn.

What am I doing with my life...

Black & White makes everyone look good, but this is just ridiculous. 

So Tom...you need to pipe the fuck down in order to give the rest of the male population a fighting chance.

Or not...

*All photos, memes & gifs are not my work*

*They were collected via Pinterest, Tumblr, or Google Images*

Morning Conversations with my 4 year-old

Getting my daughter dressed in the mornings is becoming quite the battle.  She has really started asserting herself in regards to her style.  Ultimately I still have veto power, but most days I don't really care...


This happened the other morning:

My daughter: *running into the room* "I'm ready...found my shoes so I'm ready to go."

Me: *seeing her outfit* "Ummm....'Nice sock-sandal combination,' said no one ever.  Lose the socks."

My daughter: *laughing* "But it's funny."

Me:  "Yeah, it's totally hilarious you thinking I will let you out of this house wearing socks & sandals.  Socks....Off."

My daughter:  "No it's funny because Hello Kitty's face is right in the hole.  It's like my shoes are rockets and she's flying to the moon!  Oh, Oh!  Flying to the moon to get ice cream."

Me: *looking confused*

My daughter:  "You know, the shoes have lights on them....and so do rocket ships."

Me:  "Uh, yeah.  OR  it's like Hello Kitty is incarcerated.  Doin' a nickel up in Sing Sing."

My daughter:  *looking confused*

Me:  "Jail...it looks like she's in jail."

My daughter:  "YES...she stole a bunch of apples because her doggie loves to eat apples before they go to the park to play with a slip & slide and then blow bubbles.  The doggie loves bubbles just like I do.  Can we get a caterpillar?"

Me:  "If I say yes to the sock-sandal combo, can we just forget everything you just said because I honestly have no clue how to respond...and no caterpillar."


And that's how my daughter ended up leaving the house in socks and sandals with my blessing.

She is convinced the lights make her run faster.

Deep Thoughts...Not With Jack Handy

I recently posed a question to a very dear friend of mine.  I trust her wisdom because she once dispelled some delusions I had concerning the current state of my life.  It was exactly what I needed to hear at exactly the right time.

 I don't normally engage in deep, heavy topics with friends.  Not because I think them not my equal, but because I have always held back my inner thoughts out of misplaced fear.  I feared that people didn't want to explore shit like that, have those types of conversations.  I can honestly say that not one of my friends have ever broached subject matter of a existential nature or the like.  Religion & politics sometimes, but mostly conversations steer clear of any topic that contains a philosophical basis.

I know what you are thinking, and NO...I'm not emo.

I don't sit around writing dark poetry by candlelight.
I don't overuse black eyeliner and smoke clove cigarettes.

My thoughts are just, sometimes, more.  Yesterday was an instance of that.  I asked my friend if she believed in soul mates.  She said she did, and her and I are in agreement.  I then went a bit further and asked her if she thought that soul mates and true loves are one in the same.  Her answer, to be honest, surprised me a bit.  Her and I share a similar cynical streak.  Here was her answer:

"I don't think they are always the same person-but can be.  I believe you can find someone you are truly in love with, but for some reason things don't work.  I believe you can find your soul mate, but things still don't work.  Or, you are part of the very few elite who find their soul mate and their true love in one person.  Some people go their whole life only finding one or the other or neither."

I didn't take a multi-person survey or anything, but I think it's safe to say that many out there believe the same as my friend.  I bet even more believe that the two are mutually exclusive.  I, however, believe they are entirely two different people, never residing in the same body.

I think soul mates are widely believed by hopeless romantics to be those people who "complete" us in a blissful, Disney-ending type way.  Meeting our soul mates is like being resuscitated, brought to life in a flash of brilliance.  Recognizing that they are meant for us is like being seen after a perpetual darkness; heard after a lifetime of silence.  Losing one's soul mate is like hearing every good-bye, reliving each heart-break, suffering a lifetime of loss all at the same time.

I have been prone to harbor hopeless romantic sentiments from time to time, but I think the opposite when it comes to soul mates.  The only thing that we, romantics and myself, share is the belief that soul mates bring change.

Soul mates are nothing more than catalysts.

I believe soul mates act as a mirror.  They reflect the raw, real, honest you.  The you that is hidden or undiscovered.  They show all the things holding you back from reaching your ultimate best self.  They expose your short-comings and trespasses.  They reflect your truth.

I believe a soul mate is the most important person you will ever meet.

They tear us down, strip our masks away, and deflate egos.

Soul mates in my opinion are those that enter our lives simply to annihilate delusions.  Soul mates break our hearts so new light may enter.  They tear us down in order for us to rebuild better versions of ourselves out of utter desperation & destruction.  Living with soul mates is too painful and that relationship is not one for longevity.  Soul mates are meant to enter our lives, shake things up, then leave.

I do believe I can check "discover soul mate" off my list.