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Gordon MacRae is so underratedSubmitted by: whizofawiz
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A timeline will make this story much shorter
Early February 2009: Musical Meet Me In St. Louis; phone lost in dressing room.
April 2009: phone upgrade; new phone to replace the one lost in the dressing room
2010: buttons from the new phone begin to fall off and disappear
January 2011: new phone before heading back to school; this is the first smartphone in my immediate family. I feel on top of the world.
June 2011: older sister buys smartphone; so impressed with the phone that I got she gets the same kind in a different color.
November 2011: new smartphone is stolen. My GPS tracked the phone to a public rail transportation. Then my GPS was turned off. Somebody realized that I was following them.
Later in November 2011: Pick up a cheap prepaid phone.
December 2011: My parents upgraded. There are now three smartphones in the family and my phone is not one of them.
Later in December 2011: decide to ditch the prepaid phone because it is costing me a fortune. Find the old phone that I had prior to the smartphone. Buttons are still missing
January 2012: Little sister comes home with news that, after walking into the choir room, she sees my phone that was misplaced in 2009. The choir director found it recently. I decide (since it has all its buttons) that this is the phone that I will use.
Later 2012: Little sister is the last member to acquire a smartphone.
This is the story of my phones. This picture honors my phone from 2009. In 2012, I was looking through pictures on my 2009 phone and found this. It’s a picture taken that I didn’t know was taken. That is my sister’s green purse that I used. That is my arm in the grey sleeve at the top. And in the background is Stephanie Elko, a girl I graduated with. She has no idea that this picture was taken. It’s all kinda funny isn’t it.
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So, do you guys want to cry with me over the poem on the back of my record cover?
His sunrises were golden and his sunsets purple
His fields were dancing green
His forests ferny brown
His skies crimson yellow
And his seas a deeper blue.
His dwarfs smiled
And their smiles were toothy
And funny
And white
And his witches crowed
But always lost
For evil never prevailed
In the Land of Disney.
He created Davy Crockett
Won awards for Mary Poppins
Backed a ball-park in Anaheim
And built a fairyland
Called Disneyland
Nearby
For those who needed better things
Than baseball.
His was a world of moonbeams
Sunshafts
And rainbows
Of princes and princesses
Of leprechauns
Wizards
Squirrels and fawns
Owls
Children
And laughter.
He was a poet and a painter
Whose words were the smiles of children
And whose canvas was the barren desert
Or universal unhappiness
Or uptightness
Or whatever you want to call it
And upon this canvas he sprinkled his stardust
Liberally.
First came Mickey
The Donald
And Pluto.
There was Pinocchio
And Cinderella
And Snow White
And the seven dwarfs.
There was Hayley
Daughter of millions
Rosebud of millions more
Who
Like Peter Pan before her
May never grow old;
And Julie
Who sang and danced
And will always be remembered
Not for My Fair Lady
Not for The Sound of Music
But for Mary Poppins;
There was Peggy
Who purred like a kitten
And Fred
MacMurray
Who bumbled his way to a fortune;
And here are the Trousdale Strings
With the Dawn Chorale
Soft and gentle
Like wind in a summer cornfield
Or rain in a summer forest;
Wild and wonderful dreams
And he built them tall and often.
So
Here are the songs
Which were not written by him
Which were not sung by him
But which belong
To him
Alone.
Here is
A candy-coloured cavern
Of dreams for dreamers
Hopes for hopers
And classless beauty
For everybody.
Disney is dead
We are told
But he’ll live on
Legends always do.
But that isn’t
Really
The point.
The point is
This:
Is Disney dead and will he ever die?
And the answer
Of course
Is
No.
—-Andy Wickham
Dead. Crying and dead. This is just awe-inspiring.
^^AGREE.
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Knowing that they just don’t make men the way they used to. Women either, for that matter.Submitted by: Anonymous
