As you may or may not know, I am unabashed Will Smith fan.  Let me say that I know absolutely nothing about the man, nor do I have any interest in him, his personal life or anything he does off screen (this is true for most actors, people are icky and I’d rather not have their lives taint my movie fantasy time).  But I love me some Will Smith movies.  Any of them, all of them (yes, even Wild, Wild West). So this morning, I’m watching Hancock (again) and it strikes me how great the little kid in this movie is.  I mean he’s like a normal (and by that I mean spastic) 8 or 9 year old boy.

TV and movies are full of so many precocious, overly wise children.  And sure those exist, but it’s really nice to see perfectly normal children in mass media.  Even if that media otherwise has no relation to reality at all.

Also, I might currently be excessively hormonal, but this movie is making me cry a lot today.  I’m not even to the end yet, but even rescuing the cop int he beginning? Gah, tear-fest!

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As a kid I loved Mad Magazine and Cracked.  In fact, I love Cracked more.  Lately I’ve reading a lot of lists that folks link to at Cracked.com and man, I still kind of adore them.  For instance:  10 Great Books For (Traumatizing) Children.  I mean, yikes, serious yikes, but that’s still some insightful (and messed up) hilarity.