Classic

I watched Casablanca for the first time a couple of weeks ago.

*I tivo The Essentials Saturday nights on TCM so that I'll (hopefully) be exposed to the movies that make for a complete literacy of cinema. I'm not really sure why I care. I think it hearkens back to the time my dad told my I couldn't read anymore unless I was going to read classics (no more Babysitters Club until you've tackled Moby Dick). I think he was trying to dissuade me from reading at all and stop the early bloom of nerd-erty. Didn't work.*

Anyway, so I watched Casablanca for the first time all the way through. It was lovely! I teared up during that one scene of Rick & Ilsa together. I sympathized with him when he told Sam not to play the song again. I understand the draw of Bogart. I finally *got* the ending that I've seen and seen satirized a million times. It was so worth it.

And I feel all the more literate for it.

When I Grow Up

I want to be:

a voice actor
a dancer
a singer
a soap opera star
a librarian
a secretary
an event coordinator
a painter
a proofreader
an online movie critic
a superhero