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One of my favorite sayings is “life begins at the end of your comfort zone” and last night was wayyy out of my comfort zone. Being in that hot, sweaty, shoulder-to-shoulder mosh pit was as miserable as I have ever been, but after an hour or so, I accepted the situation and made the most of it.

All while Magic Man and Walk the Moon were performing, I was planning different escape scenarios in my head. BUT, I forced myself to stick it out until Panic! at the Disco came on and I am so, so glad I did.

Screen falling off the door

Door hanging off the hinges

My feet are still sore

My back’s on the fringes

We were up against the wall

On the west mezzanine

We rattled this town

We rattled this scene

A Snapshot of Sunday, 7/20/14, 6:54 PM

I sit with my limbs tangled up, leaning back, way back, on a red plastic Adirondack chair. Only tree tops, roof tops, and blue-blue sky in my line of vision as I stare up into oblivion. Occasionally, my view of the tree tops is blurred as nearly clear campfire smoke comes between me and them.

The late afternoon sun casts long, gentle shadows across some of the yard and warm, happy sunlight across the rest. I think of my position, where I am, here, on this rectangle of land, and picture the world zooming out as if on Google Street View. From this little rectangle of land, to my whole street, my whole neighborhood, my whole town, everything.

The fire crackles near my feet. It’s my handiwork. The flames hungrily lick up the logs and the snapping and popping mingles with “Come and Get Your Love” coming from my boombox on my right. I set it to the oldies station to take advantage of how three stations can be heard clearly outside, as opposed to only one inside the house.

Sitting here, listening to the radio, and the oldies at that, takes me back to a simpler time. I think this is what summer is supposed to be – reading by the fire, listening to the radio, being OUTSIDE. Miraculously, my cell phone is charging and is a whole 50 or 60 feet away from me, inside. Out here, it’s just me, my book, my radio, an almost-empty box of wheat thins, and the sounds of my little world. This little rectangle of land that’s mine. 

Favorite things about How to Train Your Dragon 2 - 1/?
The foreshadowing.
Major spoilers. Huge spoilers. Stop reading now. You’ve been warned.
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So, basically, Stoick’s death is heavily foreshadowed. Mostly by the line quoted above. Why? Becasue, it is, in fact, “more than a little fire” that kills him. Whether you see it as the ice that kills him (which is ironic because it is the opposite of fire) or Toothless’ energy (which is more than a little fire - it’s a plasma blast), he is correct in his statement. No matter how you look at it, he was killed by more than a little fire.
There is other foreshadowing in the film too. Something that sticks out very prominently for me is the first scene with Hiccup and Astrid when Hiccup mentions that he doesn’t know his mother. ha. haha. 
But yeah. This movie. Ugh.

Favorite things about How to Train Your Dragon 2 - 1/?

The foreshadowing.

Major spoilers. Huge spoilers. Stop reading now. You’ve been warned.

So, basically, Stoick’s death is heavily foreshadowed. Mostly by the line quoted above. Why? Becasue, it is, in fact, “more than a little fire” that kills him. Whether you see it as the ice that kills him (which is ironic because it is the opposite of fire) or Toothless’ energy (which is more than a little fire - it’s a plasma blast), he is correct in his statement. No matter how you look at it, he was killed by more than a little fire.

There is other foreshadowing in the film too. Something that sticks out very prominently for me is the first scene with Hiccup and Astrid when Hiccup mentions that he doesn’t know his mother. ha. haha. 

But yeah. This movie. Ugh.

Thinking about most definitely making some httyd stuff later.

…and an icon. I might need one of those.