Quicksilver and the Power of Love.

Quicksilver. Has anyone seen this majestic film? You should. I'll tell you why.

Quicksilver works to show life's misfortunes in a new way. Take Jack Casey, (Kevin Bacon) for example. He was on Wall Street trading stocks, making it big and livin' the dream. Success was something he tasted every day; a feeling most of us only dream of. It only took one wrong move in the fast lane to change everything.

Cut to Jack Casey, present day. Jack is a bike messenger, cutting through traffic and racing his fellow bike rival/after hours drug runner Laurence Fishburne, (then Larry Fishburne). Casey is living the life of leisure, freewheeling on the streets of Manhattan. (Spliced in with downhill bike chases on the streets of San Francisco? Yes...you can see the differences.)

Louis Anderson and Paul Rodriguez are one of the many familiar faces starring alongside the great Kevin Bacon. Did I mention there's a bike-off scene?

He has a live-in lover Ballerina girlfriend. In their freetime, (read: foreplay time) they enjoy a showdown of talents. Dance vs. Bike. I think it's a safe bet that Jack Casey wins. He always does. Yet something doesn't feel right. He finds the two of them living on opposite ends of reality. Enter Teri, (Jami Gertz). A freewheelin' on the edge she-biker who has a lot to learn about life...and about love.

Jack Casey is forced to make choices through Quicksilver. It's Bike vs. Drugs and Casey must race to the finish line of self-realization by following his heart. Life in the fast lane doesn't prove too much for Jack Casey....it never does.

I won't spoil the ending, but I will say the tagline says it all. "Winning is a feeling you never lose." Jack Casey, we can only learn from you. Teach us.

Not so much down with the Roman shoe as I'm down with normal shoes.

Roman shoes. Really? I think these are absurd. I suppose when it comes right down to it, so are most shoes and their various shades and styles.

Flip Flops... All they do is hang from your feet and provide no support or protection from any elements found on the ground. And for that matter, they flop. But are they awesome? Yes.

Pump-it-up Basketball sneakers. Again, a shoe I don't understand. Awesome? Yes. Functional? I don't know, I'll have to ask someone who plays sports.

High-heeled shoes. A shoe I fear I will never get down with. Your feet were not meant to walk like that and certainly do not support you in your human frame. Perhaps I am adamantly opposed to this shoe because I've never learned to walk in them. I'm okay with this fact.

Crocs. I'm no fashionista, but I'm pretty sure that no one over the age of 4 should be doning this style.

But Roman Shoes. Seriously. Look at them. Take a good, long look. This is the most absurd thing I've ever seen. Yes, they're sandals. Yes, they provide air ventilation. Yes, they're...."shoes." But why are we wearing these? What's more, why are we wearing the ones that lace up to just below the knee? I saw a girl balancing herself against a wall on the platform this morning who was lacing them up over her jeans.

I'm sure this is harkening back the days of yore, a mere twenty years ago when we thought it was cool to wear stirrup pants and Keds and neon hats with stretchy overalls. But what's frightening is, I'm seeing this style now too. We didn't have enough styles to breathe life into, we had to bring back a shoe that Roman soldiers wore? Really?

I'm thouroughly perplexed.

3-2-1 Contact

I just had an experience at the copy machine that brought back lessons learned from the hit 80's show 3-2-1 Contact.

There was an episode in which a girl was printing flyer's for school. After the teacher had shown her what to do and walked away, the girl thought, "Maybe I'll add one more to this printing job of twelve." Well, all hell broke loose when she realized that not only was it not printing twelve, it was printing one hundred and twelve! In a panic, she ran and got her teacher who saved the day by cutting off the machine before it printed the unnecessary copies.

I felt panicky watching the episode at 7 and panicky while trying to figure out how to fix a massive paper jam today at 27. Lesson learned: If television has taught me anything, it's not to watch it.

Now What?

To celebrate the first Katie Dulin blog ever, I will begin by letting you in on a little secret...lean in close. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Posting pictures? Arranging fonts and picking out colors? I'm severely unsure of most computer oriented tasks and will simply stick to what I know: Blowing your mind with the power of humor and delightful ramblings.

This blog will include movie reviews, weird dreams I've had, and open letters to people....like that jerk-face on the train this morning. It will also include top five favorite snacks, best driving music and tips on how to get your lean on.

I get the impression that most people don't like to read. People want information delivered to their handset at warp-speed. Weather updates are sent in a text instead of walking outside. You order something online and you want to begin tracking it the minute your card is charged. People are angered when they have to turn off their cell phones during a movie for fear that they may not know who has called and not left a message in the two hours they've been relaxing in the dark.

Now don't get me wrong... I enjoy the google text. That shit is the shit. CNN articles...yeah, I'll admit to reading the bullet points sometimes instead of investing myself in an entire article. But the constant need to check my cell phone...I'm not into it. I'll turn off my phone off for a day just to mess with your head. So take that.

While we need to teach ourselves to be patient and take our time with this thing called Life, I will open the flood gates of my brillant mind to let you in on the secrets of the universe. And that universe will include the aforementioned snacking, movie viewing, dream analysis and several other scattered bits of comic genius.

So c'mon...let's get our blog on.