Monday, February 7, 2011

A Few Facts

Here are some things you may or may not know about me:

I have a crippling fear of living statues.

Living statues are those "performance artists" who dress in costume and/or body paint and stand completely still. They have some sort of container for you to place your money in when you are impressed with their ability to stand still. Yes, I realize that it actually takes a lot of strength and discipline to stand still for a long time, but all that time dedicated to learning the art of doing nothing could have been spent honing another, perhaps more practical, and at the very least much less terrifying, skill. The worst thing about these living statues is that when they do receive money for their efforts, they suddenly snap out of it and move towards you. It's supposed to be some sort of reward for your donation, which baffles me. What is more scary than a statue suddenly becoming alive??

I think that my fear of these living statues comes from a nightmare I had when I was eight years old. I am 21 now, and this nightmare was so real that it stays with me to this day. In the dream I am walking along the street towards the beach with my family. We walk by a statue, but something catches my eye as I pass by it. The statue moves. Frozen with fear, I stand paralyzed while my family unsuspectingly continues on their way.  Deep down in my heart, I know the statue was alive, and that it is evil. I sprint away, but not without catching the statue moving once again in my peripheral vision.

Here is an example of a living statue that my friend, knowing my fear, photographed for me in London:


And here is my response:


I want Morgan Freeman to read me bedtime stories.

He just has a wonderful speaking voice. Think about how soothing and nice it would be to have Morgan Freeman read to you just as you were drifting off. Magical. 



I also love the voice of Falcor from the great movie The Neverending Story, one of my favorites (for all the wrong reasons). Falcor is a Luck Dragon with a booming yet pleasant voice, and he looks like a flying dog.



I want a reason to shower with my clothes on just once.

This is a little confusing and misleading, so I will explain. In movies, whenever something really traumatic happens, the characters suddenly decide that they need to shower with their clothes on to feel better. I don't really get it, but for some reason I really want to do it, too. The problem is that I don't really want to have to go through a traumatic experience in order to accomplish this goal, but I also know that I can't force it. I'm not sure what other occasion calls for a fully clothed shower, but if and when it happens, I will let you know.


Casino Royale, Bond and Bond Girl upset they had to kill a bunch of people


Jeremy Renner in The Hurt Locker pretty upset after people dying and bombs going off, etc.

So now you know.