the tale of sag the snowbot...

in case there was any doubt of my supreme nerdity, paul and i decided to catch a midnight showing of “the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe” last night. that’s right – a midnight showing. as in, we were among the first people in the country to see it. why? because i heart narnia. we even drove out to mt. lebanon in a snowstorm to see the movie. i told joshua about this today. his response was to very disdainfully, albeit lovingly, call me a dork and to make some comment about christian dogma, to which i said, “you can shove your christian dogma up your ass! this is about magic and kids who save the world and animals that can talk!!!"

i have some thoughts about the movie that i want to post here, but i’m going to hold off until my friends have had a chance to see it. the short version is that i was a little disappointed. but i can’t tell if my disappointment is because of how much i’ve loved the chronicles of narnia since i was a wee girl and thus i had unreasonably high expectations for the movie, or if there were legitimate things that let me down… hmmm…

anyway, as if it weren't late enough, while driving back home, i said to paul, my fellow southerner, because pittsburgh got a big ol’ dumping of snow earlier in the evening, “wanna make a snowman???” and he said, reluctantly, because it was about 2:30 a.m. and we both have finals for which we should be studying, “um, maybe a small one?” well, that small snowman turned into the single greatest most fantastic snow creature EVER made!

objectively, the whole scene was ridiculous – it involved two almost-30-year-olds in the middle of the night in shadyside, forming this five foot tall robot-looking snowman (hence the “snowbot”) with pointy horns and a sideways-crooked mouth and big eyebrows. and one of the snowbot’s hands was giving a thumbs-up and the other was making the metal sign! awesome. absolutely awesome!

his name is “sag”. sag the snowbot. because in his early formative stages he was rolled over a gas main on the sidewalk and the little pothole left an impression on his belly. and it says “SAG” (as in gas spelled backwards. paul put an on/off switch on the back of his head, but really it’s a no/ffo switch.) but he looks kinda like a snowkemon because he has a pointy cartoon-like face. and he’s fantastic!!!

i was thinking about sag the snowbot this morning and a thought occurred to me! not long ago i lost my favorite item of winter clothing, this rad orange hat with a pompomball on top and flaps that covered my ears… the hat, with whom i’ve had many an enjoyable wintertime, decided that it was time to move on. and i can respect that. but I do miss it terribly…

but as it happened in my thoughts this morning, the orange hat has magical powers, not unlike the hat that made frosty the snowman come to life! so, in its travels, the orange hat will surely encounter sag the snowbot and will come to rest atop sag’s pointy-horned head and sag will come to life and bring joy and madness to many a wintry pittsburgher!

my wish is that sag the snowbot will bring a smile to the face of many, yet strike fear in the hearts of a few.*

*in particular, I hope fear strikes the hearts of the kids participating in the high school make-out fest that’s happening directly in my line of vision where I’m studying. don’t these kids have after school activities they should be participating in? shouldn’t they get jobs? god, when did I get so old?