Soaring to new lows

I've always kind of felt that I'm way in touch with my inner audience. Big scores in movies get me a gaspy and tensed up because something fabulous is about to happen. I'm not only willing to suspend disbelief through a movie, it's like I've been sitting around all my life to believe in what's going on in this particular movie that I'm watching.

I've kind of secretly felt like this makes me a very interesting person to watch watching a movie. Ali's the same way. Many people will recall the "Simba, it's not your fault!!!" incident when we went to see The Lion King. Others will remember the time that Ali and I went to see Big Fish together. We were mocked for our sobbing and sopping wet faces. ("I'd offer you a tissue, but I'm fresh out.")

The ultimate end of this is that I can be very particular about the reality of books and movies after I'm finished with them. I can remember hearing, "It's just TV!" in my house more often than just about anything that was said. With the possible exception of "Bite me!" I got that way with the book Company most recently. 'Course that's part of the surprise so I can't tell you yet.

My point here is that I just finished watching Elf ($4.99 at my friendly neighborhood Goodwill) and I cried. It's not even freaking Christmas. And I cried a lot. Not just teary-eyed. I was crying.

We've officially soared to new lows.