Mothly Annoying

Today the tranquility of my sanctuary bedroom was breached by an invader.

I opened my eyes after my scheduled 4-hour afternoon nap to find this abomination watching me:

GAAH FUCK THIS THING HAS SIX FINGERS

After an initial period of wild panic, I realized it was a moth. It had the wings of an demonic spawn, its legs ending in barbed talons, its eyes red like the blood of children.

Even Godzilla raises his hands in defeat when confronted with this prick.

I evaluated my options and took the most sensible choice: Scream like a little girl and take refuge in the next room. But of course, I was not defeated. My room was not to be held prisoner by some overgrown butterfly from hell, putting its moth-y paws all over my PlayStation 3.

No! I recollected the Weaponry for Moth Attack and charged into battle with my fearsome battle cry:

"MOMMYYYYY"

(Dramatization)

Ours was an epic battle. There were wedgies and purple nurples, poked eyes and groin attacks, but finally the victory was mine, the invader banished from my territory.

Review: Toy Story 3

(WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD)

Oh sure, they look happy now. 

Once the music starts rolling, though...

It's easy to make me cry.

Not physically, that's too easy.

I cry when a movie hits me in a personal way. I cried during two movies featuring dogs (Marley and Me and Hachi) because they remembered me about my best dog, who died a year and a half ago.

Even when the critics showered the first two movies of the Toy Story franchise with praise, I always saw them as less emotional than their later works, such as UP and Wall-E. Thus, I had expected to see a funny movie, more on the side of comedy than drama.

I was wrong, and how!

Had this movie been made by a different, dramatic, summer-blockbuster studio, the slogan would have been "Your Time Has Come". Because here, we find that our toy protagonists, whose previous enemies were a mean kid and a stealing, obsessive fatman, are now pitted against an enemy that they cannot defeat: Time.

There's a big antagonist leap between this loser and a force of nature.

Oh sure, we have an on-screen enemy, but Lotso the Bear turns out to be a featherweight when we compare it to the main problem: Their child and master, Andy, is now a man. And adults don't play with toys.

The movie is beautiful, and a fantastic comedy, as expected from Pixar, but the overall sensation is one of sadness. For even after many adventures where the heroes have managed to escape their imprisonment and later destruction, we know that Woody, Buzz, and Co. won't be able to turn back the clock to the good ol' times when they were the first in Andy's life.

Eventually, things get somehow resolved. Andy gives his toys to a good child, and thus starts what I feel is one of the most sad and beautiful scenes Pixar has given us: One last session where both he and the girl play with them, the beginning of the gang's adventures with their new master, and the tearful goodbye for Andy.

We all know that life is short, and all good things must pass. But this movie shows us something else: The good times you spend as a child do not pass away, but are passed on.

Too much to thank for

Hurricane Alex hit my city pretty hard. But other cities and communities around it were devastated.

To the left: That used to be a street.

People lost their homes and possessions, sometimes everything they had in their lives. Some of them also lost their lives. I lost 36 hours of electricity, and that was it.

I have too much to thank for.

Welcome

Have you ever felt alone?




Let me tell you a little about me. I was born in November 18, 1984, in a little town called Victoria, in the northeast of Mexico.

I have loved reading and writing since I can remember. And that passion has helped me achieve an enormous curiosity. I will always search for new information, so you can guess that Internet has been my friend since I saw it for the first time.

I am a clinical psychologist, and I have worked for a year now (and what a year it has been) traveling to highschools to teach teenagers about birth control. My experiences with so many people, young and old, have taught me a lot, and I aim to learn more.

  

I also have a hat. 

It elevates my coolness over 9000.

It's funny that this blog was born out of intolerance.

Yes, intolerance and hatred brought me here. Why? Because I think that there are too many of those sites in the internet. The thought of so many people, working so hard to get people angry and others to join their "cause", is appalling.

Yet what do we do? We shrug and let 'em be. Freedom of thought, which is a wonderful thing, allows those places to exist. Sadly, hatred, ignorance and intolerance are contagious.

And they breed fast, like Gremlins.

So, I thought, what about tolerance? And reason? And humor? Are those contagious too?

Yes, they are.

This blog is for entertainment, yes. But that's not its only reason to exist. If you have ever felt like you're alone, in a cruel, heartless, cold, and uncaring world, I invite you to read me. Be it about videogames, novels, my job and anecdotes, I promise I will do my best to entertain you. And I hope you will remember that reflection and humor are contagious.

You're not alone! There are people on this world who think, laugh, and love, just as you do.

Welcome to all!

I take my hat off to you... Wait, it feels different.