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The Cricket on the Hearth December 16, 2015

Hello everyone! It’s time once again for Chris’s Corner.

Last night, Megan and I put in our DVD of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer for a little holiday cheer in the midst of what has been a hectic month of preparing to move out of our cast housing in Florida and go on our trip to Thailand to then come back to Florida to move into different cast housing. Oy. It’s been quite the month. Anyway, when we put in the DVD, a movie started playing that we had never heard of. It was called The Cricket on the Hearth, which was a cartoon movie “suggested” by the Charles Dickens story.

We were intrigued. We sat down on our bed and began the magical adventure of a new-old movie. Until it was no longer an adventure, but an acid trip (never done it, just assuming) bent on breaking our Christmas spirit. For those of you who do not know the movie, I’ll say SPOILER here and advise you not read beyond the “read more” feature of this post. (more…)


My Dreams of Becoming a Crazy Cat Lady June 20, 2015

I have a deep-seeded desire to become a crazy cat lady. I like cats. In fact, I have even been known to love a few cats very much. But it’s not even so much my desire for a meowing ball of fur to cuddle that makes me want to be a crazy cat lady, as my curiosity of what I could get away with.

For example, what if I somehow manage to become a world famous author, but I had to bring my comfort cats with me to book signings?

I could keep my cats of leashes next to my signing table. Fans who could tell me the cats’ names could take pictures with the cats. If the store manager pissed me off, I could “accidentally” let the cats loose and watch the mayhem unfold. In this scenario, my cats have been trained to knock over new-smelling books.

Or what if I went to see a scary movie, and right in the most shocking moment, let the cats loose? (more…)


The Squabble in the Seats December 30, 2014

I’m a fairly easy going person. Okay, maybe not, but I’m usually good at ignoring people who piss me off. But we all have our limits.

Christmas Day, my husband and I went to see an evening showing of Into the Woods. I was so excited. It was a little strange when we got to the theatre and there were more than fifteen police cars parked out front. Naturally, I assumed either I was at one of the theatres that was showing The Interview, or the cops were having a nice Christmas party inside.

There was an insane line to buy tickets, filled with teenagers all arguing about what movie they wanted to see. And you had to get in a line to get to the line, but since it is a huge theatre, I figured that was normal for a holiday. My husband went in to get snacks while I waited for tickets. Some friends gave me money to buy their tickets so they wouldn’t take up more space between the clogged ropes. It was all fine… until I bought the tickets and tried to walk to my friends to give them their stubs.

Fifty kids broke through the barrier and ran for the theatre without tickets. They were charging at me, and I had no way out! I don’t do well in swarms, and I panicked. I couldn’t step to the side. There was no way out! Until my friend’s brother, who is very large and scary looking, shouted at the kids and pulled me out of the mob!

Fine. That was fine. We survived, and when we got to our theatre, it was only half full… of rude, talking teenagers. Some of the other folks of the grownup persuasion intermittently shouted at the teens to be quiet. The teens cursed back. And then a police officer in full uniform came in and stood at the front of the theatre, glaring at the children. They quieted down for a minute, and I thought that would be the end of it.

Then the cop left, and the stupid kids got worse than ever. (more…)


How to Love Your Dragon June 18, 2014

I have a confession. I love How to Train Your Dragon. Possibly to an absurd degree. I loved the first movie so much my mother bought be all the books. There was only one set left at the bookstore. One of the clerks had been hoping to bring them home to her twelve-year-old instead, but my mother snagged them for me. I read them all in a week. The movie departed greatly from the books, but I didn’t care. I had a compulsive need to read them anyway.

Then I made my husband buy me the soundtrack. I love it. When I need to tune people out so I can write, I plug in my headphones and listen to How to Train Your Dragon on repeat. Then I found out there was going to be a stadium show! (more…)