The World is Sick

Moon

This post is not about dropping your pants and showing your butt to people.

We’re now in the middle of the fourth week here in Sydney. That means nearly one month is about to come to pass. The temperature has been steadily dropping, going as low as 8 degrees centigrade in the day, even when the sun is up. At night… well, let’s just say I’m glad that I’m unconscious under a heavy, warm blanket.

Just last Sunday, I watched a movie with a bunch of people from the lab. Toy Story 3. It honestly wasn’t much different being in an Australian theatre. The movie was great though. I hardly remember the first two, and throughout the movie I kept thinking of that joke about the names “Buzz” and “Woody”, but it was absolute brilliance. The theme about how everything you love will eventually be lost might have been a little sad for the target audience.

Which is another thing. Toy Story is meant for young children, but how do the kids of today even know what Toy Story is? I mean, sure, there are those Buzz Lightyear spinoff cartoons, but nothing specific to the Toy Story cast. At the theatre, there were kids dressed up in cowboy costumes and such. Were they the fans of Toy Story, or were their parents?

I suppose it’s a little of both. I’m too young to have seen Ghostbusters and the original Star Wars trilogy at their conceptions. But now I can’t imagine a fictional universe without them. Thanks to TV reruns and old people on the internet, the next generation gets to enjoy the wonders of the last. And the previous. I think that’s just a beautiful thing.