I'm just gonna go ahead and let this photo of a display table in a local Barnes & Noble do most of the talking today:
|I'm sorry, Tina Fey. I'M SO SORRY. Though the fact that your pile is smallest does give me some hope for humanity as a whole.|
I was not just a little obsessed with the movie The Neverending Story as a kid. I was A LOT obsessed. I was so obsessed that I considered naming my firstborn son Bastian. I was so obsessed that I tried blending a raw egg with orange juice because Bastian's dad does it in the movie. (It was disgusting.)
It's been years since I watched the film, but I've been listening to its soundtrack a lot lately while working on Moorhouse. I was too blown away by Falcor's awesomeness the first hundred times around to realize how incredibly good this movie's soundtrack is.