Jan
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Here is the top ten list of things I’ve cried about in recent memory:
1) Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. (I cried at all 20 endings.)
2) Big Fish. (And not just because Ewan McGregor is so damn beautiful it brings a tear to your eye.)
3) A documentary about elephants. (Before you laugh, they had these two elephants that worked together in a circus in the 1950’s, and they hadn’t seen each other in 50 years, and when they were put back together in a zoo, they remembered each other! They intertwined their trunks and got all nuzzly. Seriously, I was sobbing.)
4) Melissa Etheridge’s song: “I Run For Life”. (Yo, if I get cancer, Melissa totally has my back.)
5) Funerals. (Seeing other people cry is my only weakness! I hope Lex Luther isn’t reading this right now.)
6) The end of most episodes of Lost. (I’m a sucker for musical montages.)
7) The Neverending Story. (Artax! Please! You can’t let the sadness get to you! It’s just the swamp, boy! You have to be strong! Artax, please! I love you Artax!)
The Notebook. (Seriously, I needed several horse tranquilizers to stop the convulsions.)
9) When you didn’t send in a reader submission. (What the fuck is wrong with you?)
10) Love, Actually. (Don’t make me explain it, it’s embarrassing enough as it is.)
Noticeably absent from this list is Brokeback Mountain, which I saw last night. While I did enjoy it thoroughly, I wasn’t the emotional Anna Nicole Smith (read: train wreck) I thought I would be.
It did however make me realize what was important in life. Life passes us by too quickly. We need to take the time to find out who we are as people and to discover what we need to make us whole. It really made me want to find that special someone, and take the time away from all the things I previously thought were so important and instead spend it with them. Or have sex with Jake Gyllenhaal, one or the other.
January 10th, 2006 at 9:01 am
I’m not even sure how to respond to this….
January 10th, 2006 at 9:26 am
I just finished the book Possession over the weekend, and was sobbing, gasping, & quivering at the end. (Yes, I realize it was the Booker prize winner way back in 1990, but what was I doing in 1990? — prolly still playing with My Little Ponies.) Anyway, academic uber-geeks in diffident British love apparently really choke me up. ‘Oh no. Oh no. I love you. I think I’d rather I didn’t.’
January 10th, 2006 at 8:42 pm
Now I have to read that book! Damn you, friends of Puntabulous for adding to my ridiculous reading list.
That being said, the news about James Frey made me cry yesterday.
Hello! Sappy over here!
March 19th, 2006 at 11:49 pm
possession didn’t make me cry. ah,..but that’s just me.
no no! i’ve got first dips on jake! but i’m willing to time-share him w/ craig b/c craig’s ADORABLE! ooh!
June 2nd, 2006 at 7:36 pm
You forgot Antiques Roadshow! Haven’t you seen the one where the old farmer guy finds out his idigo-dyed Navajo blanket is worth a million bucks and he’s talking about how poor his family was and here they had this on the back of the couch the whole time? His voice cracks. I’ve seen it twice, it’s in a few PBS clips, and I lose it every time. Just like at the end of Moulin Rouge (which I’ve seen 15 times because I HEART Ewan McG)
Also, elephants’ hearts… so big they made it to my blog too!