The Great, Wonderful melancholy

Before getting on to the topic at hand, I'd invite every one to check out the comments from the last post. I think I know the source -- but still - they're comments and not advertisements for something odd.

Okay - on to the topic of the day.

Last night, I was watching Elizabethtown, again. I love this movie. I like Crowe's movies - and I like the depth of this movie. But, then, there was a line - which I'll probably bungle - about jumping into the great, wonderful melancholy. I realized then - I like being sad. Not like I go out seeking tragedy so that I can get an endorphin rush from boo-hooing. But, I notice that I'm as likely to play sad music as upbeat music. I like movies that make me feel -- make me cry. It would be easy to say that having connected with that part of my DNA that makes me more like humans, I'm just grooving off emotions - something monkeys aren't really known for. Phisshaw, I say -- you humans didn't acknowledge we could use tools until recently - what makes you think we don't have our own ways of experiencing and expressing emotion?

The Phenom and I are so different in so many ways (The Phenom's arms are in proportion to the Phenom's body, etc) but, this must be one of the ways in which we are similar. I've frequently returned to our home to find the Phenom deep into what I term a "depressing movie."

This brings up another bit that I appreciate about this funny dance the Phenom and I do -- after years and years and years of being together - I still learn things about the Phenom. Kinda fun to still be surprised from time to time.

Speaking 0f -- I'm told that the Phenom nearly bought the farm yesterday. At first, I thought "oh goodie - I finally can get some goats!" But then, The Phenom explained that it means the deep six, pushing up daisies, the big zoo in the sky. A high book shelf fell on the Phenom -- on the Phenom's head specifically. Fortunately for me, the Phenom, and the evil employer of the Phenom - the only tangible damage was a cut on the nose. So, I missed my chance to sue the evil and vile employer -- but, I still have my precious. It's an even trade, I guess.