West Side Story - The Reaction *love, sing, dream, then cry*

So I know I am a bit behind the power curve. (53 years late to be precise; however, in my defense I wasn't yet born for the majority of them.) Anywho, back to the original subject at hand: West Side Story. 

I recently watched the 1961 musical entitled "West Side Story". And I was floored. I LOOOOOOVEEED it. The music was wonderful ('wonderful' being not nearly enough of a word) and the acting superb. I know the themes are intense at times, but it really is a g-r-e-a-t story. And of course, because I'm sincerely a girl through and through, I am in love with the dancing scene where Tony and Maria meet for the first time. (Can you say romantic? *wierd voiceover on the word 'romantic' implied*) And the Officer Krupke song? So witty, so angsty; ya gotta love it. Oh my word, and the scene on the balcony after Tony & Maria meet, STUNNING! The singing was blissful, I could just go on and on. 

Also, on another note, what I hadn't realized/heard about West Side Story previous to watching it was the amazing cinematography. After watching it, I was just so struck with the careful way the filmed each shot to make every single one as impactful and epic as it could be. It was a wonderful chapter in the world of cinema for sure. 
Oh. My. Word. And the dancing??? (Can you hear the fangirling?) The way the choreographers weaved the dance moves into real-life actions (primarily fighting, but also things like walking or swaggering. (As it might be so called.)) It was just so well done. So perfection.
The fangirling I am doing over this musical from both a fan and critic's standpoint is literally cra. I must stop the madness. But, Tony.... * my heart being crushed by thousands of broken dreams*

In short, I loved it. It was amazing. 
If you have yet to see it, I would highly recommend it.
Nell McKinnon

Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm three days late and zero dollars short, nevertheless, I say:

   "Happy Thanksgiving to you!" 

I have so much to be thankful for in my life, and especially over the last year. So much has happened for me in 2014. I finished my last semester, graduated High School, took my very first solo airplane trip, got my first job, and recieved my first paycheck. So many monumental moments and so very many blessings all throughout. I am just so impressed to be thankful for ALL that I have to be thankful for. Today I heard my Mom and Dad talking about a homeless family my Dad spotted while at work, and it is going to be so cold tonight. I thank God I have a warm home, a bed, and walls to protect me from the wind, and just so many other things (both small and great) that we could be here all night if I tried to list them. I pray that the Lord would keep that family safe and warm tonight, and help them to find a home soon. 

Thank you, Lord. For everything. 
God bless! 
Nell McKinnon

Why do children get all the cool toys? *exasperation*

I really must know why it is that children get all the cool product. I am continually struck with jealousy when seeing products aimed for children. For instance, I saw Spider-Man body wash for kids the other day. Yes, it's true. They have Spider-Man body wash for *gulps in envy* for... children. Now, I know, I know that kids do appreciate and have plenty of fun with their cool Spider-man body wash, Yoda gummy vitamins, and cool Belle costumes (You can probably detect the nerd levels rising, but do not be alarmed. This is merely the tip of the iceberg of what I have in store. *dramatic organ pipes out a shiver-inducing "duhn-duhn-DUHN"*); but I do indeed object to the idea that adults no longer desire such seemingly childlike products. I would like an age appropriate smelling Spider-Man body wash for girls, or a Belle costumed designed for the grown-up Disney princess that bursts out in song within and without me. I ask you: "Are these small things too much to hope for? Is the grown-up population of the world doomed to a life without Spider-Man body wash?" I cannot say. Oh, to be that young again, and enjoy the simple joys of life... I know it's terribly wrong, but I literally thought: I can't wait to have kids, so that I can buy these products for myself and it not look completely deranged. How truly terrible am I... 

Join me, and let us plead our truly heart-breaking case of "Too Age-Appropriate Commercialism" to the world. 
Nell McKinnon 

"At the beginning..." *as Richard Marx & Donna Lewis serenade me*

So here I am, at the beginning of this blog. Oh, how I wish I could promise no typos, no soapboxes, no run-on sentences, no over-dramatic stories, no complaints, no random references (that possibly only a few will get), no craziness, but I simply cannot (and will not) make such a promise. This blog wouldn't be a good blog, nor a good representation of me, if I assured you such exemptions. (Did I use the word "nor" right? Ah, well.) What I can promise however is complete honesty, good humor, sincere emotion, constant references, ("One moooore thing." said Uncle.), and all the bizarreness a person could possibly handle. If you decide right here and now you are not interested in my blog, I take no offense. If you decide 73 and a half posts in you are absolutely and entirely sick of my corny jokes and possibly (probably) silly accounts, and decide to retire from this written escapade, I have zero quibbles with you. This post is a mere warning of all that is yet to come. 

Thou art forewarned, Great Peoples of the World Wide Web.
I, Nell McKinnon, have started a blog.