Thursday, January 31, 2008

With apologies to Roy Orbison.....

Crrryyyyyyying, over yoooouuuu.

Ok. My advisor in college, one Dr. Donald Lynch, observed that I could be the perfect straight man, because sometimes I take things literally when I shouldn't (Tania Clueless, that's me!), and sometimes I take things literally just to be a smart ass and he couldn't tell the difference.

So, when people say that reading something made them cry, I always wonder are they engaging in hyperbole, or were they truly moved to tears?

I can make myself cry, a useful skill for theater work. But actually being moved to tears, doesn't happen that often. Then again, I usually keep a pretty tight rein on my emotions so I don't descend into "Hulk Smash" territory.

Things that make me teary - "You go, I go" in Backdraft, Bagpipes at funerals, Taps at funerals, my husband crying, and NOW THIS. It's the last quarter of the post.

Damn you Wil Wheaton. Damn you.