People are blogging about Casper but none of them are posting the song Devon Sawa and Christina Ricci dance to at the end so here it is I’m just doing my part you’re welcome I’ll take an award if you want to have one made or you can just give me some Apple O’s next time you see me have a great night and happy Halloween stay safe. #SANDY.
I was going to blog this but then I saw Peter blog it and now I’m so happy because it’s topical and also reminds me of my childhood because my mom used to play this song ALL THE TIME (apparently this particular Assiciation record was one of her favorite albums growing up?) and it’s basically my the Official Theme Of My Consciousness.
There’s a man I’m regularly in the office elevator with whom I know is married because of the wedding ring and I assume it’s to a woman because whoops sorry but sometimes I bow down to our heteronormative culture and he dresses in a weird way that’s not exactly stylish but by no means offensive that’s full of colorful sweaters and blazers and the occasional interesting sock and I just assume his wife buys his clothes and plans his outfits not because it’s funny to me but because I create this life in my head where he and his wife come home from work and maybe she is a little late because she stopped to buy him a new cardigan or underwear or something and even though he may look at it and think “this is like nothing I would have purchased” and people in the office may think “what a weird outfit” he trusts his wife’s judgment because she loves him and why would she want to make him look anything but handsome when he’s out in public and really hers is the only opinion he cares about anyway and every time I see one of his weird sweaters and perfectly shiny shoes I just think their relationship is very very sweet and beautiful even though I made it all up in my head between the lobby and my floor.