lol, you've got a muppet corner? that's so cool. i only have a Gobo Fraggle plushie i found at a second hand store [then i searched for 20 minutes for Mokey and Boober, no luck ]
also,although forgiving people is rather important, everyone has a limit. recently [by which i mean the past year] i've been getting into fights over nothing with my best friend [little, stupid things, i have a friend she hates, i went to school so i can't hang as much, so on so forth] and about two months ago, she upset me [i honestly can't remember what.... i think she canceled on something and blamed me] well, she stopped coming over, and wants me to apologize. i forgive her, [it doesn't bother me at all] but there comes a point where you need to stop. if we're meant to be friends, one day, we'll start again. my mom got into a fight with her best friend one, and 15 years later [when we moved back] she called her friend, and everythings back to normal.
so true. where is it written you have to grow up? my answer to problems still is 'dance your cares away' *clap-clap* [sorry, habit]
there's a quote i can't really recall very well by Richard, something along the lines of 'i like working with children who can still believe' [just checked, it's "I like dealing with kids, who
can still believe" but i was close
] when i fist heard that quote, i agreed... what movie was it, i saw when i was a kid something about adults have trouble believing in magic when they grow up, it's not that they don't want to, they just can't. that really scared me... then again, according to Marjory the Trash Heap [Fraggle Rock] 'you cannot leave the magic' [which means, to me at least, my lifelong quest of finding a Fraggle hole has not been in vain]
That's so true. I know it's not nice, but parents who are all like, "your daughter's a teenager, she shouldn't be into BABY shows" and whatnot annoy the diddly outta me. I mean, h***, my mum's 50 and she sees the appeal in SSt. When she was a teenager attending high school there was a teacher she knew who LOVED Sesame. At the time, of coarse, my mum found that a little weird, but as she watched SSt with me, even now, she really can appreciate what's gone into it and why I love it.
It's kinda weird when people think once you turn 18 (especially with guys) you're all of a sudden grown up. I've never got that... I know many 18 year olds-- heh, they are not grown up! Far from it, my friend. But when exactly do you grown up? I think youth is a state of mind. I'm weird, I'm convinced I've had another life, only in my past one I died prematurely (yeah, I'm very strange), and in this one I've sotra... picked up where I left off...? So I feel sort of older than I really am... I hardly feel like a teenager. But I also keep in touch with my inner child everyday, I like that kind of freedom. ;3
I'm sorry to hear about your friend. D: I know the feeling... lately my friend has been nitpicking everything I do and say whenever she gets the oppurtunity, whether it's regarding my opinion or my friends. She makes out all of my other friends hate her, even though I know for a fact that it's not the case. She's been very distant, too... and I hate to say it, but I've been a little snappy back- only because I believe she needs it. It's not nice, but it's like she thinks (like most people I know) that I'm weak, and I can't defend myself. I can't let her think this, because it's not true- people just love making assumptions because... well, I'm a lover- not a hater and I don't like fighting. I tihnk that's what you're friend needs, too. *sigh*
Awesome! Pretty much all of my Muppet-related stuff is pretty much just spread throughout the house in no particular pattern. (Yeah, I'm no neat-freak, just a freak.)
Lol, my room is like a battlefield. hats... victorian dresses... paint brushes... e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. Heehee, yeah, I have a Muppet corner, though. A Little cabinet brimming with Henson stuff- you should see my wardrobe!
And it's true - during his closing remarks at Jim's memorial, Richard offered up some really good spiritual balm. That's really what it is - we've got to stop, find a way to hit the pause button on some of our problems, and just re-connect with what's important.
In fact, there's a church down the street from where I live that's doing a labyrinth walk once a week for Lent. I was a little tightly wound after work, so I went in to check it out. And a couple of times while I was walking the labyrinth, I found myself thinking back to part of Richard's speech: "Forgive your anger...forgive your guilt, your shame, your sadness. Embrace and open up your love...your joy, your truth...and most especially your heart."
That sounds awesome, MN- keep us informed! There's a lot of truth in that, and also what Richard said. I think you have to unwind and acknowledge the more significant things around us... take some time to appreciate the little things, y'know? Food on the table, that sort of stuff.
that's cool you got to do that. i've heard about church's doing stuff like that, always wanted to give it a go. i figured it's the same as meditation, it's a time to clear your mind and let it whatever thoughts enter your mind. stuff like that really helps, it refreshes you in a way.
this might be a little off topic, but when my cat died last week, i felt so sad, but not like crying, as i sat in the dark in my room looking at pictures of him, i heard Richards words [my favourite words actually]
'i wish there was some way to get rid this pain that we're all feeling, this enormous sadness that we all feel. but there are no words. there's nothing any of us can tell each other. accept to be there. to support, to love, to have someone to hug. and it takes time. some times lots of time. but there is solic and there is joy, in knowing that Jim has returned home... for a little while. and that each of us will return there someday. each onto his own'
those words, whenever someone i know dies, i remember those words, and for some reason i can't help but smile. [and i really like how he added the 'each onto his own' i know it's a stupid after though but i like it.
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Aww, I'm so sorry to hear about your cat. *Hugs* Pet deaths are horrible, I still get teary about my cat and dog. That quote of Richard's is so touching (note to self: google Richard quotes). I think there are times in life where words don't express enough. Guidence helps immensely, though.
Aww, that makes me really happy. Thank you! I need relaxers after a bad day so I'm glad I could provide that for your sister. It's cool that your sister likes Muppet/Muppteers too. My sisters are sick of me talking about them.
Aww, that sucks. D: I have an older brother and he really admires the work of henson. He finds FR "too depressing" (whut? xD) but he's doing a coarse in screen and media and he cites Muppet movies and SSt sketches and... kind of an inspiration, in a way- which I personally think is kinda cool. x33 (I think my brother's favourite muppeteer is either Jim or Frank ;3)
Too true...if people in general were a little more willing to lend an ear, or a shoulder to cry on, the world would be a much nicer place. And pets, they don't judge you - they'll listen to you, and all they ask in return is food, water and a scratch behind the ears.
I was about eight or nine years old when I learned that Richard had died. I remember it clearly - the opening credits of "Muppet Christmas Carol," and the screen: "In Loving Memory of Jim Henson and Richard Hunt." I had only just learned who Richard was, and that he played Scooter and many more of my favorites, and I remember feeling a distinct pang of loss. The whole movie was so bittersweet at times - after all, it was the first Muppet movie without Jim and Richard, and you can tell that the cast and crew were grieving.
Yeah, I'm glad someone else picked up on that. As much as I love the film, they seemed sort of lost, but eventually decided to face the music and continue the Muppet legacy. My eyes still prickle when I read the opening credits. I learnt about Jim's death through my dad when I was little and was a little confused about death, and I learnt about Richard's death when I was either 11 or 12... that was sad. I remember crying to 'Simon Smith and His Amazing Dancing Bear'... and yet it's such a cheerful song *lol*.