It's amusing how quickly looking for good things turns into a chore. "Ugh. I have
to look for magic again. Didn't I just do this? It's been five whole days. I'M EXHAUSTED." Yup, I'm that kind of asshole. But then my ornery mood evaporates and I'm left with a dog sprawled across my bed and rain on the windows and it's all quite nice.
Weekend magic: Dog butts carefully perched on my bed, naming my new iPhone "The Oracle," eating spicy peasant food while talking about other food, pressing send on a batch of copy, turning on my red glowing heater and pretending it's a fireplace, nice conversations with friends, lying in bed and listening to the wind in the trees, making my first Twitter list ever for #magicmarkers.
Actual Magic. None of That 'I Ate Tasty Food and Pretended' Bullshit. (Even Though That Totally Counts.)
Marcel the Shell with Shoes On was my favorite internet thing last year. It might be my favorite internet thing ever. Last week, Marcel the Shell Part Two came out. There were many expostulations of unholy glee that day.
My love for Marcel is a deep, true thing.
P.S. The second Marcel video is how I ended up calling myself The General when my new phone told me to sign up for games. Why, yes. I am calling myself The General while doing anything my phone tells me to.
If you have any daily magic or love letters to Marcel, you should totally leave them in the comments.