Welcome to the Travel without Leaving Home

 When I was little and the Internet couldn't handle video sharing, I would often watch the Travel Channel with my sibling. Our favorite host was Samantha Brown and our favorite show was "Great Hotels". Naturally, my sibling and I preferred the episodes that centered around Disney World Resorts (Disney owns Travel Channel) and the Hershey Hotel and Spa.

Today anyone can be a host of their own - though COVID-19 has made that a bit difficult as of late. There are tons of travel bloggers and vloggers all over the web. I wish I could join them, but I'm not that confident in my ability to make a living that way.

My first site when I arrived in Iceland

The only reason I'm bringing this up now is because my dad has been watching a ton of travel vlogs on YouTube lately - which means that I've been watching a lot of travel vlogs. My dad's favorites are the ones that focus on train rides. He's determined to one day take the Siberian Express across Russia with some friends of his (said friends are Siberian).

I think my dad misses his travel lifestyle. Before he retired (and the pandemic) his work took him around the world. Even before that he spent most of his young life traveling. I think he'd been around the world twice by the age of ten (possibly three times, but I forget the timing). 

For the record, I am envious of his youth spent overseas. He had managed to get to thirty countries before the age of thirty. I've barely made it to twelve.

My grandmother kept journals of all of their trips (which I've been slowly going through) and they are fascinating. She wrote a brief account of each and every day, including what they ate, where they stayed, and interesting sites. If she'd had the Internet, and been into social media, I can easily see how she might have been a vlogger or blogger. 

Traveling is an experience, one I encourage for everyone. However, it isn't accessible for everyone. It's expensive, not always easy for people who have disabilities, and requires a lot of time that someone with a full time job or school schedule might not have. Plus there's a pandemic going on right now that has pretty much halted non-essential travel. 

Mark Twain has been quoted as saying: “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime.”

I believe it. I've learned a lot from traveling and from watching travel shows on TV, streaming services, and YouTube. I still think it would be cool to have a job that allowed me to travel. It can be tough and it takes you away from your family.

But it's also an adventure and experience that you never forget. The wonders of the world are out there waiting to be seen and explored. 

Until it's safe to do so, I'll keep watching the experiences of others.

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Until next week!

Welcome to the Hate, the Hurt, the Anger

 For the past few months, I've been job hunting. I was laid off again in January and, though I felt it coming, I was still unprepared for the turmoil my life was once again about to be thrown into. Last Friday, I received a job offer to be a consultant for five months. I felt relief and excitement, but didn't feel like celebrating much. 

There's a lot of anger right now in the world. A lot of hurt. A lot of hate. 

It's overwhelming in an impersonal and intangible way. Most of these negative emotions do not directly affect me. I'm not the one feeling these feelings or acting on them or a victim of the violence that's been springing forth. There's a distinct distance that I neither created nor really understand.

I recently finished a novel called Imaginary Friend by Stephen Chbosky - he also wrote The Perks of Being a Wall Flower, which I haven't read but hear is good. It's an over 700 page horror novel that I would probably have overlooked if not for the fact that I won it in a Goodreads' give away. I'll try not to spoil the book too much, but it heavily relies on Christian symbolism (Catholicism being the prime religion present), middle American suburbia, and the (erroneous) analogy of the frog being placed in water and not jumping out as the water slowly comes to a boil. 

It also repeats itself a lot.

And yet, there's very little that I can think that should be cut out of the story. Each repetition reinforces and adds detail to the first time the idea or image, or thought occurred. There were a few times where I found it annoying, but I was also getting increasingly uncomfortable. It was almost like the book wanted me to get mad at it.

I'm also not sure that the lack of diversity was intentional or not (there is a lesbian couple mentioned, but they have almost no narrative impact on the plot other than to be moms to two other characters). Everyone (as far as I can tell) are Christian and they don't like the fact that they had to change the name of the "Christmas Pageant" to "Holiday Pageant" to be more inclusive. The story takes place in a fairly well off suburban neighborhood outside of Pittsburg, PA.

That doesn't stop the town from trying to rip itself apart and turning the story into a monstrous "us versus them" narrative. There are the people who stand by and want to help the main character Christopher (an eight year old with an imaginary friend who wants him to build a treehouse deep in the woods) and there are the people who want to destroy everything in their path. The people in the second group distinguish themselves by sewing their eyes and mouths shut.

I'm not kidding. I shivered every time it was mentioned and I'm squirming in my seat now typing it out. At the back of the novel, there are a few questions that Chbosky answered to explain some of his creative decisions. He included a small paragraph about why he chose to have the people sew themselves up. I honestly thought it was a little obvious. It was a grotesque mockery of the "see no evil, speak no evil" saying (though "hear no evil" wasn't included). He said that evil in this world is spread by us not "seeing it" and "staying silent" about it. It's a benevolent representation of the sort of evil that is perpetuated by ignoring a problem.

The symbolism might have been a bit on the nose, but I also think it's apt for the times I'm living in. We don't have these same stark visual to tell us who is susceptible to hate and ignorance and who isn't.

For the past year, hate crimes against Asian Americans has risen. One of my friends is a first generation Chinese American. Occasionally, she'll send me news articles or YouTube videos of the violence and hate crimes being committed against people who look like her in places like New York and San Francisco. Though she's never outright said so, I can tell she's scared.

This week has been particularly tough with the conflict between Palestine and Israel. I personally don't feel comfortable commenting on the conflict for a variety of reasons, but it's been a near constant in my mind all week. 

There's a rage that simmering across the globe. It could be the rising temperatures from climate change. It could be the stress from COVID. 

In some ways the violence, anger, and hate have caused people to become numb or pretend not to see it happening. But it is happening.

Sometimes, I wish all of the conflicts of the world could be as simple as right versus wrong. Some of them should be that simple, but they're not. And like in Imaginary Friend, people keep their eyes and mouths shut so as to not see or say anything.

Wishing for the real world to be as simple as a horror story is a disservice to the people in pain right now. It solves nothing and helps no one. I can only hope that those wiser than me can make the best choices possible.

Though I didn't give Imaginary Friend a five star rating (I gave four stars), it's still a good horror story. Again, I won't spoil the ending, but it is a classic "good versus evil" narrative (which *SPOILERS* means the good guys win). 

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Until next week.

Welcome to My Imagined Dream House

 Supposedly, my generation is finally able to buy houses. I can confidently say that I am not one of those people. I am years (if not an entire decade or more) from homeownership. The housing market in my area is not in my favor, renting is still a better option for if I need to move in a hurry, and I’m still not convinced that I am mature enough to take care of a house.

That being said, I still daydream about my perfect home. 

Naturally, this being me dreaming, this house doesn’t have to be in existence...at the moment. My ideal house will have several key items (either right off the bat or as a future renovation project), be affordable, and HOA free (for those of you who don’t know what evil has been wrought by the existence of Home Owners’ Associations, you are very lucky).

First and foremost, my ideal home must have enough space for a veggie, herb, and flower garden. My current little apartment balcony is nice, but it’s tiny and facing the wrong direction (for best growing I need a south facing balcony - I have a northeast facing one). I want a huge garden. One that I can cultivate enough veggies for me to not have to worry in the summers and can donate the extras to my local food pantry. I’d probably need a pretty large fence around it to keep out deer (and neighbors who don’t know who to ask for anything).

If there’s enough room, I’d like to include a sunflower maze with a spot for tea at its center. And a weeping willow tree to have picnics under.

Aside from the garden, I must have a library space. I’ll be content with it being connected to a study, but I must have a room lined with bookshelves. I’d love it to be two stories high with a reading nook balcony, but if that’s not possible, at least a window seat with comfy cushions and a built in ladder to reach the top shelves.

My extensive doll collection might be housed in this library or my bedroom. Depends on if I have a sig fig or not. Dolls can intimidate people and I’m prone to moving mine around to mess with people I don’t like. If my sig fig can’t handle dolls, in the library they will live to guard to books.

There must also be a wood burning fireplace to keep me toasty on a cool night. There can also be a fire pit outside, but a beautiful brick fireplace with a squashy armchair and footstool. A hot water maker would be on hand to make tea and hot chocolate.

Additionally, my perfect home with have a secret passage...or two...maybe three.

My grandfather’s house had a secret passage in it. Well, it had what the grandchildren referred to as a secret passage (it was really a back staircase that lead from the back of the house to the kitchen). There was a crawl space passage that lead from grandfather’s basement to the next door neighbor’s house, but I never went in it.

The type of secret passage I want doesn’t have to be fancy. I’d prefer something hidden behind a bookcase or sliding wall that opens up to a staircase. I think it would be cool if this staircase was lined with more books (maybe my diaries from school or writing journals could be hidden there for a laugh...and my embarrassment). Where this staircase leads doesn’t fully matter as long as the entrance is also hidden. Though I do have one feature I think would be fun for it to go to...

A tower. I’d really like a tower.

Not the kind that holds forgotten royalty in. I want a tower that is my creative space and lets me see the night sky. I’m not super picky (right now) on the view. I might enjoy seeing a glittering city or having the starry heavens open above my head. I just want a tower with windows on all sides with curtains that flow and a swinging bed. Maybe even a patio on top of the tower.

Finally, I must have a big bathtub with plenty of room for bubble baths. There should also be a free standing shower that is not attached to the bathtub. Actually, let’s have an outdoor shower too. I love having those at the beach. I know they’re for making sure you rinse off all the sand, but I think it would be nice to have one after working in the garden all day.

So that’s it. That’s my dream house.

I know it probably doesn’t exist outside my imagination, but I can dream and try to save up enough money to turn it into reality. Or I’ll write a book featuring it.

Until next week.

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Welcome to the Wilderness an Hour from DC

 "Take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints." - unknown.

Looks like a scene from My Neighbor Totoro

This quote has been attributed to a number of environmentalists and founders of conservation movements. A quick Google search claims it to be from John Muir, but a quick scroll down the search page shows that there are others who might have coined this phrase. 

But who said the quote doesn't make it any less important when you go to wilderness for an adventure. 

This weekend I went to the Shenandoah National Park and stayed in one of the three Lodges off Skyline Drive. It was so much fun (worth the scolding I got from my cat when I got home). I found the accommodations perfect, though they're more like motels or cabins rather than 5-star resorts. I had little to no cell service and the only area with wi-fi was the main lobby. The main lobby was incredibly inviting - excellent for bird watching or curling up in a rocking chair next to a roaring fire in the fireplace. 

I stayed in Skyland which had several trails within walking distance of my room. Some were very popular like Stony Man and White Oak Falls. Others had almost no one on them like Miller's Head (which led to a beautiful view on an old fire watch). There's also a stable for horses on Skyland with the option for horseback riding starting in late May.

I walked so much that by Saturday afternoon - when the weather took a turn to grey skies and rain - I found myself passed out for several hours before crawling out of bed for dinner. 

I've never hidden my love of hiking and getting lost in the wilderness. It's dangerous to go off by yourself, especially if you don't know what you're doing, but I've made it a habit to always let people know where I'll be going, knowing how to handle an emergency, and picking trails that will have some people around.

Thankfully, the Shenandoah National Park has an app with maps and resources for hikers. If you can't use the app, most trails have a map at the beginning of the trails that you can take a picture of. They'll also let you know the estimated amount of time to complete a hike, how much water you should have, and any other gear you will want to have on hand. 

One of my favorite investments has been my headlight flashlight that sits snuggly on my head and provides white and red light. It makes climbing up rocks easier in the dark without precariously balancing a flashlight in my hands.

As I don't have much service up in the Shenandoah, I don't have my headphones in. I can take in all the sounds of the woods. There are plenty of bird calls and songs, the sway of the trees, and the occasional howl of wind. Its in this atmosphere that I have nearly ran into deer, had a close call with a depth-perception challenged hawk, and a startling encounter with a bald eagle. There were a lot of deer this trip...and possibly a majestic peregrine (its a type of falcon). 

Surprisingly, the closest I have ever gotten to a bear was less than 10 miles from my house in New Jersey. It was while I was at my favorite hiking spot with two guys on our way to a place aptly named Bear Swamp. 

I didn't seen any bears this trip, but I'm sure they were around. 

Though spring is in full swing in and around Washington D.C., the Shenandoah mountains appear to be about a month behind. Certainly there were plenty of flowers (some of my favorites on this trip were little purple buds clinging to the eastern side of rocks). Friday and Saturday had hardly any trees budding, but this morning there were little dots of green everywhere. What a difference waking up in a cloud makes. 

Yep, that's right, last night I went to sleep on a mountain and today I woke up in a cloud. I could go five minutes of the road and see clear blue skies, but the next moment the wisps of water vapor were flying up the western ridges. It was eerie. It was beautiful. 

All of this is why Shenandoah National Park continues to be one of my favorite places in the world. I highly recommend it. There's plenty of hiking, amazing views, camping, and horseback riding (seasonal). There are great places to eat and park rangers to ask questions to. 

The wilderness is about an hour and a half from D.C. The next time you want to visit the capitol, might I suggest I short detour to the wilderness in Virginia...the Appalachian Trail is there.

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Until next week.

Welcome to About Three Decades

 I'm tired and don't have much to say tonight, but here are some thoughts as I process that I've lived on this Earth about three decades...

I love this photo I took in Iceland.

Nothing really changes, but nothing stays the same. I'm a 90s kid who remembers a time before the Internet, yet now I can't imagine a world without my smart phone. My first computer was a Windows 98, though I know I played games on an even older laptop - that first game had Mickey Mouse - in the apartment we lived in before the house.

All of my first cousins have graduated from high school. It seems like it was last summer I was babysitting them for 20 bucks an hour. That was over 5 years ago. I hope babysitters are getting paid better. 

My childhood didn't end in one traumatic or a summer in transition like in "Stand By Me" or "Now and Then". . It was a slow death spiral that started in April 1999. The final knell of the requiem bell was in December 2012, but by 2003 the pessimism had fully set in.

Those last two lines I might use later in a poem.  

Speaking of which, I had a professor tell me I didn't have the heart of a poet. Little did that guy know that this year I'd publish my first chapbook. I'm not stopping at that. Hopefully I'll get a book deal sometime soon. 

I've moved three states, but haven't lived overseas. Unless I count those weeks I spent in Japan as a kid - which I sometimes do. It was six amazing weeks spent with my aunt and uncle. It took me nearly 18 years to visit again. 

I miss the days I spent in school. Then I remember the stress of tests, the anxiety to "fit in", and the unpleasant changes my body went through. I appreciate that those years are long over. 

Three decades seems like a long time, but so did five years when I turned six. Some days I feel too young for the problems that I face and should be ordering kids meals at Fridays. Other days I'm so ancient, I haven't a clue who's the guest host at The Kid's Choice Awards.

Were the 70s really 50 years ago?

My sibling's been married, my friends are having kids and I'm at home binge watching "Naruto" for the nth time. Somehow I ended up with a cat.

Three decades is a weird spot to sit. I'm an adult, but I still am learning like I did as a kid. I pass, I fail, I play in the dirt - it's now called gardening. I'm thinking about buying a home, but I don't want the responsibility. Then again, I somehow ended up responsible for a cat.

When I think about the present, I usually hate it. But the past is always a fairy tale. The harsh edges and rough patches glossed over like one of the photos in my albums. Do people still keep photo albums or is that just me?

So here's to the 2020s, the 2010s were a ride. And here's to the 30s, 40s, and 50s - may the 90s kids excel. Three decades are gone and three more are to come.

Until next week.

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Welcome to National Poetry Month 2021

 April is National Poetry Month. I might have written about this last year (or the year before...things are all starting to blend together) or you might have seen me on social media (if you follow me on one of those) post a poem a day. 

I'll admit that the poems I'm currently posting everyday aren't necessarily my best. So, why do I post them?

April 11th 2021

The honest answer is as a challenge to myself. Writing and posting a poem a day forces me to actually write something everyday. Some of these poems might turn into something else entirely. I've already started taking a couple of the poems I've posted and started to expand them. 

If you're interested in reading some of my better poems, I do have a poetry chapbook available for purchase (*cough shameless plug *cough *cough) by clicking this link. It's a Gothic collection - because if I'm going to write and publish poetry, it will have a horror theme. 

But enough about me and my non-existent writing career.

Let's celebrate poetry. 

Poetry is as fluid and adaptable as water melting off a mountain. Or maybe I should say that good poets can make a poem flow and form from a tiny spring into a mighty rivers. Bad poets just create a landslide with their words. 

Like the many different paths water can take, poetry can be so many things. I've made arguments that song lyrics are a type of poetry and worth being studied in the same way that Shakespeare is. The best example of this might be Queen's famous "Bohemian Rhapsody". There are so many layers to the lyrics of that song. Then there are the poetry collections that make me question my place in the universe. I get that T.S. Eliot's book about Practical Cats inspired a trippy Broadway production, but dear universe did it take me a long time to get through this very short book. It needs to be placed on the shelf "things that exist, but are no longer relevant."

Currently, there's a big movement on Instagram, Tumblr, and other social media sites for people to post inspirational words and call it poetry... oh and there are some awesome and legit poets posting awesome poems there as well. I am one of them (I'll leave it up to you if I'm the former or the latter). I personally like the blackout poetry writers and have had a ton of fun turning my public domain books into blackout poems. My attempts at it and showing them to my friends inspired one of those friends to tell their daughter, who then had her class of students write blackout poems of their own. I wish I could share some of those poems, but they really aren't mine to share.

This is an older one of mine.

However, there are a lot of other types of poetry to follow on social media. Some of them have their collections published on an annual or bi-annual basis like Amanda Lovelace (who's work speaks to some people, but doesn't do much for me) and Rupi Kaur (who I enjoy reading). Most recently I read light filters in poems by Caroline Kaufman who was a teenager when she published this collection. I thought it was fine, very pretty.

Now, Nikita Gill is a master poet as far as I'm concerned and recently wrote an entire novel in the form of a collection of poems called The Girl and the Goddess: Stories and Poems of Divine Wisdom. I loved it. I love pretty much all of her work. And she's also a social media poet.

So, if you want to try reading more modern poetry, but don't feel like shelling out a ton of cash up front I recommend checking out the social media poets and supporting them with likes and shares.

But poetry isn't always about inspiring phrases and bad breakups. Sometimes poetry is in response to the troubled times we are living through. Since the start of the pandemic, a lot of my poems were about the feelings of isolation, fear of COVID, and my other anxieties. As politics began to heat up and a lot of terrible things continued to happen, my writing reflected those moments in time.

Poetry can be used to help people process trauma, either by writing or reading. It can give people an insight into experiences they will (likely) never experience for themselves. Some collections I read and felt a connection to included Don't Call Us Dead by Danez Smith (which focuses a lot on being a black man in America), War Torn by Hasan Namir (which is a reflection on being a gay man growing up in Iraq - consequently the Namir liked my review of his collection and I am very flattered by this), American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassins by Terrance Hayes (which is a collection of poems written in the first year of Mr. Trump's presidency), and For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide When the Rainbow Is Enuf by Ntozake Shange (which is actually a poetry collection that is meant to be seen performed on stage and one day I will see it).

Currently, I'm reading i am the rage by Dr. Martina McGowan (who is a gynecologist - that's really cool) and focuses on social and racial justice. Many of her poems are based on the events (such as George Floyd and Breonna Taylor's murders) of 2020. 

These poets aren't your Emily Dickens or Walt Whitman writers. They're not traditional, rarely rhyme, but are incredibly lyrical, soulful, and tell stories. 

Poetry is what you take out of it. Not all of it is going to connect with you personally. Some of your favorite poems might be song lyrics or an inspirational phrase broken up and sprinkled across a page. A few poems might give you flashbacks to High School English class and having to analyze each word into an inch of it's existence - it wasn't fun then and reading these poems now only make me want to cry more. There will be poetry that speaks to you even if you have no context for the subject other than what you see on the news. 

You might not think that you can write a poem to save your life. I'm not going to tell you you're wrong. I'm going to tell you to try writing poetry anyway. You never know what flow of water turns into a mountain stream, then grows to a raging river, only to flow out to an endless sea for everyone to read.

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Until next week. 

Welcome to More Muppet Movies

Happy Easter everyone!

And to avoid controversy, I'm going to talk about fan casting the Muppets into stories. This should go well.

Every once in a while, I'll see people put together their perfect Muppet cast for one of their favorite stories. They'll usually have one of their favorite actors be the only non-Muppet in the cast (though there can be more) and then fill in the rest of the characters with Muppets. Fights will ensue as commenters clash and their dream Muppet team is torn to shreds.

A lot of this is for Lord of the Rings Muppets.

I wasn't a huge Muppet kid, though I did grow up with some of the later movies like Muppet Treasure Island (that one is the perfect Muppet movie and can never be remade) and the occasional episode of Sesame Street. I was more familiar with the Muppet's 3D show at Disney World...and to some extent Muppet Babies.

But it wasn't until I was much older that I started watching the old Muppet TV show and the movies. Other than my love of Muppet Treasure Island, I have a special fondness for Muppets From Space - aka, the one where we learn where Gonzo comes from - and Muppet Christmas Carol. I also remember seeing the Muppets Wizard of Oz when it premiered on TV.

Additionally, if they count, I've seen The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth many times. I'm more confused by The Dark Crystal than entertained by it and find that I've watched it a few times to simply understand what is going on. Labyrinth is another masterpiece that I love to pieces and see something new every time I watch it. David Bowie cannot be replaced as Jareth, but I have a short list of actors who I will accept in a remake, reboot, or sequel. 

Wait....

Where was I?

Oh, right, Muppet movies that I'd like to see made.

I recently watched The Great Muppet Caper and think this would be a fun one to have a sequel to (see what I did there - wacka wacka wacka). All the cameos are perfect and Diana Riggs is the real treasure. Plus, I love it when human actors fall in love with Miss. Piggy and would love for that to happen again. 

I understand that Muppets Most Wanted might be a bit of a spiritual successor (though it's really a sequel to the 2011 The Muppets movie), but I think there are ways we could add the Caper story.

For example, let's make it with the Night at the Museum team. Basically, the Muppets would have to stop the cursed Hope Diamond from being stolen. Ben Stiller as Larry Daley would be our main human "good guy character". Our bad guy could be one of several human actors as well. My short list includes Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch, and Daniel Craig. The bad guys must again flirt with Miss. Piggy (now married to Kermit). Or maybe have all three of them as a bad guy team up - yes, this is a better idea.

I also wouldn't mind a Muppet Austen interpretation. Like Kermit as Mr. Darcy and Miss. Piggy as Elizabeth. Robin would be Georgiana (with a wig). For the rest of the sisters, Janice as Jane (ergo Mr. Teeth will be Bingly...or maybe Rowlf?). Skeeter dressed as Scooter for Mary. The other two could be new Muppets. 

I have no idea who would be Wickham...let's have them be the human actor. 

But Gonzo should be Mr. Collins with Camilla the Chicken as Charlotte. That is clearly the match we are all rooting for.

For a Halloween special, I'd love to see the Muppets take on a classic Hollywood horror story. Like having Miss. Piggy as Mina, Kermit as Johnathan Harker, Janice as Lucy, Gonzo, Rizzo, and Fozzie as Lucy's boyfriend squad, and the human (maybe get Gary Oldman to reprise the role) as Dracula. 

(Edit: Animal is Renfield by order of my friend Jeff...can’t believe I left this out originally).

I'd also take an interstation of Phantom of the Opera with the ghost haunting their new show location, setting their sites on Miss. Piggy as the lovely, but still sassy Christine. 

I know! We need the Muppets Three Musketeers! 

Kermit is Athos. Gonzo is Aramis. Fozzie is Porthos. Rizzo is D'artagnan. The king can be Sam the Eagle (I knew I'd find a role for him yet). M'Lady is Miss. Piggy (she'll get a redemption arc). Bad guy again is human - someone who can really ham it up and chew the scenery... Nathan Lane! 

When we get right down to it, the Muppets could do any number of versions of stories and make them amazingly entertaining. Yeah the Lord of the Rings lists will pop up every now and then (come on guys Kermit has to be Aragorn because Miss. Piggy was born to play Arwen), but I have so many other stories that I want to see get the Muppets treatment. 

Do you guys have a story that you'd like to see the Muppets turn into a classic movie? Do you disagree with any of my ideas (you can disagree, but know that since this is my blog, I am - of course - right)? Are you a Disney executive here to steal my ideas?

Let me know in the comments section. I expect royalties Disney!

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Until next week.