Comments on: #22 http://oneortheother.wordpress.com/2008/09/26/22/ the game i could play every single day Wed, 08 Oct 2008 23:58:49 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Gab http://oneortheother.wordpress.com/2008/09/26/22/#comment-59 Gab Sat, 27 Sep 2008 10:03:40 +0000 http://oneortheother.wordpress.com/?p=77#comment-59 If I brought something to life using the cupboard it could easily adopt the personality of a complete jerk and would be no fun to hang around with. Animals on the other hand generally appear to have pleasant enough manners. I could learn a lot about nature too by talking to a species that aren't so detached from the earth. I'm also limiting the size of potential friends by using the cupboard. I don't really want tiny action-figured-size friends. If I brought something to life using the cupboard it could easily adopt the personality of a complete jerk and would be no fun to hang around with. Animals on the other hand generally appear to have pleasant enough manners. I could learn a lot about nature too by talking to a species that aren’t so detached from the earth. I’m also limiting the size of potential friends by using the cupboard. I don’t really want tiny action-figured-size friends.

]]> By: Cameron http://oneortheother.wordpress.com/2008/09/26/22/#comment-58 Cameron Sat, 27 Sep 2008 06:01:18 +0000 http://oneortheother.wordpress.com/?p=77#comment-58 No kidding, just the other day I was telling Fabiola I wish I could speak to animals, like Dr. Doolittle. I saw a tiny squirrel having fun playing in some grass, and I wanted to stop and chat with him/her, to see why s/he was so happy. Also, I'd love to know what Fab's cat is trying to tell me when we have our little conversations (me: Kitty how are you?!; cat: mreoow!). Personal side note: the movie Indian in the Cupboard made me cry when I was young because of the scene where the kid is reading with his mom and has trouble pronouncing some words. His illiteracy was very poignant to me--especially because the actor playing the kid looked to be in his teens. No kidding, just the other day I was telling Fabiola I wish I could speak to animals, like Dr. Doolittle. I saw a tiny squirrel having fun playing in some grass, and I wanted to stop and chat with him/her, to see why s/he was so happy. Also, I’d love to know what Fab’s cat is trying to tell me when we have our little conversations (me: Kitty how are you?!; cat: mreoow!).

Personal side note: the movie Indian in the Cupboard made me cry when I was young because of the scene where the kid is reading with his mom and has trouble pronouncing some words. His illiteracy was very poignant to me–especially because the actor playing the kid looked to be in his teens.

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