Meet Gwen

>> Tuesday, September 29, 2009



This is Gwen.

She is one of the newest additions to the American Girl family.

Gwen looks much like her AG friends Chrissa, Kit, Molly, Julie, just to name a few.

But there's just this one thing: Gwen is homeless.

Gwen doesn't come with her own book and story, because she is only a friend of Chrissa. But in Chrissa's story book, Gwen is described as a poor, homeless girl who lives in a car with her mom.

Apparently, Gwen was introduced into the AG community and to impressionable, little girls all over the world in light of the economy's drastic downturn. Her story is intended to educate and raise awareness among preteen girls whose parents purchase the $95 doll.

Each AG doll has a different life story, and many are great. In fact, my 8-Year-Old-Teenager has her very own Julie doll (a hippie chick whose story is one of a divorced family) who she loves and treats as if she's human. Julie is theoretically great for her because she has also experienced the going-ons of a divorce.

But the 8YOT didn't choose Julie because they shared a common life-denominator. She chose her because she liked her outfit and her hair - and more likely, because her friend had Julie.

A homeless doll, though. Children, because this is who we're dealing with here, do NOT need to know about the failing economy or the possibility of their families losing everything and all they have. Especially in these uncertain times, children do not need to worry about the welfare of their selves or their families - that's mom and dad's job.

Growing up, my family was certainly not wealthy. We lived in a trailer until I was in third grade, and there were many times I didn't get what I wanted because we couldn't afford it. Regardless, I ALWAYS had everything I needed and SO much more.

But the thing is - I never thought I was any different from the super rich kids, at least not until Jr. High or High School. As an elementary kid, I didn't worry about whether I'd have dinner or winter clothes. I wasn't concerned about the utility bills being paid or having enough laundry detergent to wash clothes. If my family ever struggled, my parents did a fantastic job of hiding it.

And that's the way it should be.

We are stripping children of innocence by making them grow up way too soon! Children don't need to be concerned that their family may one day be homeless! They need to be concerned about who will come to their slumber party, or how prepared they are for their Friday spelling test.

Children's imaginations are vivid and wild. If they are in the least concerned about losing everything and living on the streets, it immediately becomes an extravagant, inevitable nightmare. What kind of childhood is that?

I think the Gwen doll is precious and just as adorable as her predecessors. But I think her story of homelessness and automobile housing is one step too far for preteens.

Don't make these little girls grow up before they even hit puberty. Time will pass quickly enough.

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What's In My Purse?

>> Sunday, September 27, 2009

I've never done a video blog. Ever. I try to stay away from the camera (still and video) as much as humanly possible. This hasn't always been the case - I used to LOVE the camera and being the center of attention. Okay, I still love being the center of attention, but I just hate seeing images of myself now. I think it's a getting-older thing. Or maybe a getting-fatter thing. Hmm...

Anyway. I found this girl on YouTube | Elle / All that Glitters | who gives tutorials on makeup and beauty products, and just has some all-around fun videos for all things girly. I LOVE it. So, I decided that maybe this is my new venture. I won't stop writing. I will NEVER stop writing. But, why not delve into a little more media?!

So I stole one of her video ideas and made a vlog about "What is in my Purse." Very, very exciting, I know. Especially considering she pulled out a Louis Vuitton, and I'm sporting a Target satchel. Hey - I'm just Jenny from the Rock. (Salt Rock. Sad, I know.)

Here it 'tis. What do you think? Should I stick to writing? :)


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Another Day to Celebrate!

It's certainly the time for milestones! Mr. Man just turned 30, and today my daddy turns 50! 50!! I know, crazy!

Here's my dad as a youngin'. When he sees this picture, he says "that wasn't my hat." I think that's the very least to be concerned about.



That just cracks me up. Here's my daddy more recently. (when we were both skinny ... so not THAT recent)




Happy 50th Birthday dad! Love ya.

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You Are 30!!!!!!

To end the week of Mr. Man, a collage. (yesterday was actually his birthday, but it was a busy day!)












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Progression of Mr. Man

>> Friday, September 25, 2009

Just one more day until Mr. Man turns the big 3-0. That's right, I said it. THIRTY!!

This is the Mr. Man who I first met a few years ago:



Classy, it's true. In a Brokeback-Mountain-esque denim jacket nonetheless. He pulls it off well.

This is the Mr. Man who emerged. Loves it.



And this is how I know him now. Always. On. The. Stupid. Iphone.



Love him, anyway.

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Teen Years

>> Thursday, September 24, 2009

Here is Mr. Man with his family as a teenager. T-minus 2 1/2 days 'til the big day!


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Little Mr. Man

>> Wednesday, September 23, 2009


This is some really good stuff. Below is a picture of Mr. Man and his little bro (who now has Piper ... boo!). Again, I don't know how old he is. Looks about 8 to 10. He's adorable, though. And it's funny that in this picture, he looks like the 8-Year-Old Teenager! Never saw it until now...

Only 3 more days until the thirtieth twenty-tenth birthday celebrations!!



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Poem Time

>> Tuesday, September 22, 2009

So, here's another poem from years ago. This one I wrote about my momma.

her natural beauty shines
and touches those around
she brightens up the morning
and happily greets sundown
her anger isnt wrath
but sympatheticness
for she has learned so much of life-
she always knows whats best
her love is so inviting
and reaches to the low
she picks the weak up from their glum
and helps them, then, to grow
her labor is rewarding
but she looks for no award
she's happy on one's good day
and comforts when one mourns
she's a woman of the Lord
and of moral she is true
she is pure angelic in her heart
and a mother, through and through

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Mr. Man and Piper

Continuing with my week-long theme of a tribute to Mr. Man for his thirtieth twenty-tenth bday, here is a short video of my bb and a super-small Piper girl.

PS. I miss her SO much.


PS No2: You may want to take some Dramamine.








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The week of Twenty-Ten

>> Monday, September 21, 2009

This week is dedicated to Mr. Man, who turns thirty twenty-ten on Saturday.

Not sure how old he is here, but isn't he the cutest? He looks exactly like Little Man does now. I love it.



And a little poem for the occasion:

it must suck to be that old
three decades worth of life
hope you blow out all your candles
if you can get them all to light

you may be twenty-ten
but your looks say you're a teen
so what if i am lying?
at least i wasn't mean.

i dont know what to buy you
a plane jump from the sky?
or maybe i'll buy piper back
or just give you a high five.

the end.

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All About Me

>> Sunday, September 20, 2009

In my 23 years of life, I have figured out a thing or two about myself. I have changed over time, especially in the last several years - but there are many things that remain consistent about me. I'm a silly girl, a hopeless romantic, a writer, a bad word. I am many things normal. But here are a few things that are unique to me that I, surprisingly, love about myself (well, maybe not all of them):

1. I like to sweep and vacuum. There's something about visible dirtiness being overcome by a force greater than it with the end result being cleanliness. Actually, I really just like cleanliness.

2. When I'm driving, I often grit my teeth in between certain points, i.e. slashes in the middle of the road, shadows of trees, telephone poles, mailboxes, etc.

3. I have a birthmark on my back that is lighter than my skin and only shows up when I have a great tan. The cool thing about it is it looks like a dinosaur.

4. I can't burp. (this is one I do NOT love)

5. I daydream about being a celebrity and giving an interview about all the exciting things in my life. Perhaps this is just a fantasy because I have been the interviewER for years. Or maybe I just want to be a celebrity. Or maybe I just want an exciting life. Any of the above.

6. I like to pretend that I'm a great photographer. But really, I suck. Big time.

7. I really wish I had grown up in the '80s (I was born in '86, so that doesn't count). I hate that I don't know every word to every Madonna and Michael Jackson song. And I'm really bummed that I missed out on the first go-around of leg warmers.

8. I searched and searched for my fourth grade teacher years after graduating high school. I had a recurring dream about her that was slightly haunting. We finally reconnected on Facebook, and I literally felt a weight removed from my mind. Facebook. Who knew?

9. I would totally have my legs broken so I could be taller. 5'3" blows.

10. I'm still afraid of the dark. Well, really I'm afraid of what lurks in the dark. Typically it is my boyfriend creeping up on me to scare the bejeezus out of me. Mean, I know.

11. As a former waitress, I have never in my life spit in or made any disgusting adjustments to someone's meal ... but I have witnessed it done.

12. During my "I'm going to be a singer" phase, I had my Christian contemporary demo song played on a local radio station. It was really, really bad.

13. When I was 13, I was in love with a 20 year old who told me that one day, if we got married, we would write a book about our love story. I believed him. It didn't happen. Sad (on many levels), it's true.

14. I hate beets. No, I loathe beets. My dad made me eat them when I was younger. I gagged. Everyone laughed. Never again.

15. I want a tattoo. No, I don't. I can't make up my mind. I think they're edgy. I also think they're trashy. Hmm...

16. I can't take a fish off the hook. Never have. One of these days I'll grow some and stick my fingers down that critter's throat and yank out the hook. Maybe not.

17. I love Martha Stewart. I love everything she does, makes, sells, promotes. I bet she even folds fitted sheets perfectly.

18. I think George W. Bush is sexy. But that's not new information.

19. I've always said I'm a city girl living in the hills of WV, but the older I get, the more I realize I'm a country girl through and through. I'll take four-wheeling and fishin' over broadway and a taxi any day.

20. I don't necessarily want to be a celebrity ... but I'd like to be BFFs with one.

21. People genuinely do not like me and I don't know why - oftentimes, people I don't even know. Because of this, I've made it my goal to be a better person. (Update: haven't started yet)

22. I wish I knew how to dance. I can't even do the macarena correctly.

23. The thing that bothers me the most about getting divorced is that I missed out on so much as an 18 to 20 year old. College life. Sororities. Friends. Parties. Then again, maybe it kept me out of trouble...

24. I am incredibly fascinated by Hitler and his Nazi followers.

25. I only eat Chinese food with chop sticks. Even rice.

26. "That's what she said" is my favorite thing to say. And if I don't say it, I'm still thinking it.

27. When I try to think about the things that define me, I can't. So I'll just think on this for another week and add some more later. Sigh.

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I Ain't No Emily Dickinson

I used to write poetry a lot. Nothing decent. Mostly silly rhymes about my ever-so-distressing life as a teenager in love. Reading through them at 23 years of age, I find the musings rather, well, amusing.

I remember feeling so sad and upset. I was positive my life was over .. every day. If only I knew then what I know now.

I'll share these silly things with you every now and then - if you promise not to judge me.

Here is one I most likely wrote during a math class:

my eyes are heavy
my minds asleep
my dreams become vivid
much deeper i creep

concentration has left
my hearings absurd
i fall into darkness
please do not disturb

what a heavenly state
i could not resist
oh nothing compares
to this peaceful bliss

ive waited forever
all day at least
and finally i can
lay down to sleep

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An open letter to the MU loudspeaker person

Dear person who runs the scoreboard/JumboTron at the Joan C. Edwards stadium for Marshall football games:

Get with the program.

Sitting in the stands last night watching the Herd take a victory over old Mac-rival Bowling Green, my head was sent into a terribly uncomfortable frenzy during the chaos of what came from you playing extremely loud (nonetheless, fun and energizing) music overtop of the band's tunes.

This happens all...the...time.

Your job is an integral part of each home football game and, don't get me wrong, I appreciate your dedication to the green and white.

However, maybe you should invest in some walkie talkies and collaborate with the band leader so that your musical interludes do not constantly overlap to produce incessant and inevitable headaches and brain spasms for all stadium occupants.

I love listening to Ozzy snd Thunderstruck. I also love hearing Sweet Caroline and the 1st Down piece. I don't love hearing them at the same time.
When I attend away games, I am always incredibly jealous at the cooperation and interworking of the opposing school's band and loudspeaker-person. They always seem to have their acts together, working in conjunction to energize the crowd and boost morale. The overhead music / talking never interrupts the band.

And furthermore, the band is in direct conjunction with the fans to sing silly songs and yell encouraging cheers to their beloved team. However, that's a whole other open letter.

For now, loudspeaker person, please buy those 2-way radios and let's try not to send fans into convulsions.

In love of the Herd,

Jen ( a die-hard MU fan )

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Obama's Media Playing by His Rules

>> Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Today's front-page headlines on leading news sites:

CNN
-Carter: Racism key in opposition to Obama
-House admonishes 'You Lie' lawmaker
-Kanye calls Swift with 'sincere' apology
-Cheerleader hunts, kills 10-foot gator
-Sean Penn steps out with new girlfriend

MSNBC
-Carter: Wilson comments 'based on racism'
-Facebook 'cash-flow positive' in second quarter
-Obama: Kanye West a 'jackass' for outburst
-Scoop: Lindsay Lohan shows little sis the night life
-House votes to rebuke Rep. Wilson

The Washington Post
-Alterations of New Fame (First Lady fashion)
-House votes to rebuke Rep. Wilson
-Fake Twitter Accounts Draw Capitals' Attention
-College Football Confronts Threat of Swine Flu
-Supreme Court Asked to Weigh Redskins Case

The New York Times
-Rare Coins: Family Treasure or Ill-Gotten Goods?
-House Rebukes Wilson for Shouting 'You Lie'
-Senate Health bill Draws Fire on Both Sides
-Swift-West Spectacle, Stoked on Screen
-President's Opinion of Kanye West Sparks Debate

Anyone can see a pattern here. Current events are typically common across the board of all media. The Joe Wilson deal, Kanye's outburst, Obama's opinion of Kanye - these have all made the headlines of major media outlets days after they first broke.

But one story you haven't seen splattered across all mainstream media is this:

Pressure For ACORN Probe

That's the main headline on FoxNews.com right now. Here's a little background, because if you read any mainstream media other than Fox, you're most likely unaware of this incredibly serious breaking news story.

You can read it directly from FoxNews.com here.

Basicaly, ACORN (Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now), better known as the group who supported Obama through his campaign, has been caught on tape four different times in four different branches handing out advice on how to get around federal laws for tax evasion, fraud and prostitution. Yes, people - prostitution.

This is a federally funded organization.

In the San Bernardino tape, which you can watch here, the self-proclaimed-previous-prostitute and not-so-eloquent ACORN worker encourages "Eden" in her business ventures to set up a prostitution business and brothel house for El Salvadorian teenage girls.

This ... is ... sick.

Again, this is an entity FUNDED BY OUR FEDERAL GOVERNMENT - and an Obama supporter. (shocker)

But here is my question: Why are mainstream media not covering this? If they have reported on it or ran an AP article, it was brief and severely downplayed. This is a BIG deal. Why is Fox News the only outlet shining light on such a sickening issue?

If not for the videos, then this: the Senate voted Monday 83-7 to cut off ACORN from Housing and Urban Development grants. AND The Census Bureau cut their ties with the group Friday.

Those issues ALONE are huge deals. Are we truly more interested in how many apologies an arrogant black supremacist gives an innocent country chick?

I don't believe its about interest. It's called CENSORSHIP.

Here's a quote from an ACORN spokesman from the FoxNews.com article I linked above:

Brian Kettenring, an ACORN spokesman, said Republicans were "playing politics" and trying to "stop ACORN's good work fighting to stop the foreclosure crisis and to win quality, affordable health care for all Americans."

Are you KIDDING me? These crazy, treasonous, law-evading ACORN workers are blatantly breaking the law and aiding others in doing the same, and yet its the Republicans trying to play ill. It's always the conservatives' faults.

Regardless - the lack of coverage of this debacle absolutely, positively SICKENS me. The media are corrupt. It shouldn't be about sides or bias or left or right. It should be about presenting the truth, the facts, the stories of importance. We have been failed.

If our government doesn't start doing some serious internal investigations, we are in for some sad, sad trouble.

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Thoughts about Public Enemies

I love the Cinema theater. Sure, it has tiny screens and non-reclining seats and sometimes the picture gets a little messed up. But it is never crowded - ever. And if you buy combo #3, you get free refills on your popcorn and soda! The best part: tickets are half the price of the Marquee theater. That's a great date when you're poor (as I am).

Tonight, Mr. Man and I went to the Cinema to see Public Enemies. Johnny Depp and Christian Bale on the big-screen together? Yes, please.

A few thoughts about the movie:

*John Dillenger, a professional bank robber, (Depp) is clearly the bad guy in the movie. So, why was I constantly hoping he'd get away, escape the law and get the girl? Why was I so bummed when he was finally shot and killed? Maybe because I'm the bad guy in real life?

*i LOVE me some Christian Bale. I first fell head over heels as a youngin' watching Little Women. It's his lisp. Or maybe his bedroom eyes.

*However, this was possibly Lover Bale's least impressive theatrical performance.

*What is up with the X shaved into the back of Johnny Depp's head? I did a Google search and couldn't find anything associated with Dillinger. I found it very interesting.

*I am so glad I wasn't an early-1900s journalist. For lighting, they lit gigantic sparklers. Then again, that could be really fun.

Okay. Public Enemies = good movie.

That's all.

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An Uneventful VMA

>> Sunday, September 13, 2009

So, I'm not really a VMA patron. I never watched it as a teenager. In fact, last year was the first time I actually sat down and made an evening of watching the pre-show and awards (at which I was thoroughly disappointed because of Russell Brand's outrageous remarks).

But, of course, I am obsessed with celebrities and their luxurious, fantastical lives, so I must have all the 411.

Here are a few VMA thoughts from tonight's show:

*Russell Brand is (still) a loud, offensive skank. We know Obama is president, thanks. And we don't need his British help promoting the terrible healthcare plan. But, then again, its probably safe to say he has no idea what the plan entails - just riding the Obama bandwagon like all the other supporters.

*Lady Gaga? Music - rocks. Person - freak. Arrives in a decorated neck brace, continuously makes out with Kermit the Frog, splatters blood all over her white outfit and crazy face, changes into a catsuit that covers her face (freak) and then wraps a bird nest around her head. Crazy girl is trying way too hard.

*Kanye West is a douche. An inconsiderate, rude jerk. Taylor Swift deserved the Pop Video award, and Kanye can suck it.



*Beyonce is super classy for giving Taylor a chance to have her moment. Diva? No. Dynamic.

*Jack Black praying to satan? What was the purpose?

*The red carpet pre-show was a total disappointment. Isn't the point of the pre-show to see all the stars and what they're wearing? They featured less than a dozen celebs! So sad.

*Back to Beyonce. KILLER performance. She rocked the house. I HAVE to learn that dance.

*The Michael Jackson tribute was rather disappointing, as well. I was expecting a kick-butt memorial, but was actually rather bored. Boo to that. He was a freak, anyway.

*Kristin Cavallari: super skinny. What is her secret?!

*New Moon trailer: I don't get the hype.

*Yay for B Spears grabbing an award. Boo for her not performing (or showing up).

All in all, I was pretty upset that I sat for hours watching the VMAs. Apart from the Kanye/Taylor debacle, it was relatively uneventful. Someday, though, I'll be there. In the audience, but I'll be there.

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We will never forget.

>> Thursday, September 10, 2009

Watch. Remember.



If we can watch this and not remember how heartbreaking, frightening, upsetting that day was, then we have broken our promise. We've done what we swore we would never do. We have forgotten.

I'll never forget. I was a high-school sophomore. I went to school that day with the biggest event on my agenda being the delivery of a note with three stickers and nothing else: YES.

Before Honors English, I delivered the note to its recipient, and knew this day would change the rest of my life. Little did I know just how much.

I sat in class, listening to the teacher, who would eventually call me a bitch to another class in which I would not be present, talk about something entirely uninteresting - perhaps Beowulf or something else I never understood or even cared to. The white-fro-haired teacher next door, who was once a contestant on an MTV game show, although I do not remember the exact one, stuck his head inside and said, "turn on the news. The World Trade Center towers have been hit by an airplane."

I didn't know what the World Trade Center was. I didn't know where they were located. And it didn't really matter - we didn't believe him. It was a boy-who-cried-wolf kind of situation; the teacher was a jokester. Eventually, he returned and expressionlessly restated his previous request, to which we adhered.

Sure enough. It was still early enough for teachers to still have hot coffee in their apple-printed mugs, and we stared at the television in disbelief. No one spoke. We just watched. Watched. Watched. And then we watched the second plane crash quickly into the second tower.

I remember it being difficult to hold back my emotions, to not let the tears fall down my face. I wasn't sure if crying was the okay thing to do - I didn't want to be the laughingstock. But no one was watching me. No one cared. And I'm probably correct in assuming everyone else felt the exact same way.

That day, school stayed in session, but no work was done. No lessons taught. At least none that had been prepared by the teachers. We spent the entire day taking in history, witnessing a tragedy of American lives, watching terrorism unfold before our very eyes.

There wasn't much to see. The news replayed the planes crashing, the burning buildings, the falling structures, over and over. And every time it was unbelievable. Every time, I felt so sad.

At home that night, I sat with my family and watched as New Yorkers displayed photos of family members on the streets, on billboards, on clothing, or holding the portraits directly up to the camera. It was heartbreaking.

September 11, 2001 was a day I said yes. And it was a day I said No. No, I will never forget.

And I will never forget.

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A beautiful wedding, an unfortunate end, a wonderful life now lived

I sometimes randomly come across my wedding DVD (even after strategically hiding it in places where I do not typically look so as to avoid this), and I can't help but pop it in my computer and watch the tragic event unfold. So was the case tonight.

Looking back, I don't understand how I didn't see that day what is so incredibly clear from the camera lens. Sure, I looked relatively happy (and pretty, if I might say so), but I think I was the only one.

I don't know that I ever saw X smile once while being filmed. And, of course, I'll never forget walking down the aisle and watching him scan the sanctuary, my bridesmaids ... everyone but me. Shouldn't this have been a big, red flag?

This is typical in life ... well, in mine, anyway. When I want something, I make it seem like the greatest thing, no matter the reality.

Example: I bought my Land Rover Discovery although it not only looked like a piece of crap, but expelled oil, didn't have a passenger-side mirror, was keyed on both sides - oh, and required premium gas even during a recession. But I had a Rover. Needless to say, the thing died and I sold it for half of my investment less than a year later. It was a waste of my time and money that could have been prevented had I listened to what my father told me.

Oh, how familiar that is.

Had I listened to what not only my father told me, but also my friends, family, coworkers, and people I didn't even know, I would not have wasted over $20K (okay, my parents) on a wedding, although beautiful, that really meant nothing.

I can't say that I really have regrets. Yes, not going through with the most beautiful wedding I've ever attended ('tis true) would have saved me and many others many a crying morning/afternoon/day/night. But at the same time, I wouldn't be who I am today. I wouldn't have learned the lessons I needed to understand the situation I'm in. If I didn't have to fall out of love, I wouldn't know how to love with everything I have. For that, I am truly grateful.

Surely, I will make many more mistakes in my life. Some I will not be proud of, but will certainly make me a stronger person. I'm not perfect, never will be, never have been, never want to be. But I can say with full conviction that I am a changed woman, and I know what I want. I have what I want (for the most part).

That beautiful Spring day four years ago that I thought would define the rest of my life actually only created a foundation for who I would become.

In the words of the queen, "Now I'm stronger than yesterday. Now it's nothing but my way. My loneliness ain't killin' me no more. I AM stronger." (Britney Spears)

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Inglorious Basterds

>> Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Kill Bill? Great series.

Pulp Fiction? Classic.

Inglorious Basterds? Excellence.

Needless to say, Quentin Tarantino is genius, and his latest film is no exception. The story line was captivating; the blood and gore, repulsive; and Brad Pitt wasn't terrible on the eyes, either, my friend.

But great directing / acting aside, there is something about Hitler and his Nazi crazies that I find so intriguing. The power he had over peoples' minds is frightening and absolutely amazing at the same time. He was a very a intelligent man - he would have to be to build such a powerful, hypnotizing cult.

I feel like re-reading Mein Kampf.

That shall be next on my list.

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