AWKWARD LOVE LETTERS

Dear,
television show/food/body part/particular type of plant/country/website/action/movie/song/genre/human/band/cleaning product/or basically anything else, you are one hot mama. Let me count the ways..........
Sincerely,
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An Awkward Love Letter To Wet Hot American Summer eatingallthefeelings: theidiotking: A Deeply Nerdy Love Letter To Wet Hot American Summer In late 2001, I was a college freshman, and Wet Hot American Summer was released in extremely limited release. It was not playing anywhere close to my school, which was in Hartford, CT. I knew that I had to see it as soon as humanly possible, because of my long obsession/reverence of The State, the sketch comedy group that spawned most of the cast members and crew. I didn’t know anything about it beyond that it was a send up of 80s summer camp movies. It sounded great, but that’s all I had to go on, because apparently 10 years ago was the stone age. I actually had to read a review in Entertainment Weekly to find out about it (note: they gave it an A). I waited for it to finish it’s run, and I waited even longer for it to come out on DVD. The Tuesday it was released, I made my friend drive me to the nearest Best Buy, and I bought it sight unseen. As I sat down for my first viewing, I found that it struck a bizarre but amazing tone: it started out almost sweet, like it was paying reverence to the films it was parodying, and by the end it had  mutated into one of the most surreal, non-sequitor driven, absurdist comedies of all time. No other comedy has “gone for it” quite like this, or at least this successfully. It was quite literally hilarious. If you’ve ever sat around with your hilarious friends, going off on all night tangents and laughing til you cry, thinking “we should make a thing, we’re funny,” that’s what this movie is. Except you and your friends are not a legendary 90s sketch troupe. I knew that I instantly loved it, and I wasted no time making that known to anyone who would listen. All of my friends were curious as to what it was that I was geeking out so hard over, and why I was demanding precious common room TV space for it. A group of us, including my roommate, sat down to watch it, and within minutes we were all collectively laughing harder than I’ve laughed during any movie. This continued for several nights, as word would spread about “the crazy weird funny movie that Dave bought.” I felt like I was exposing all these people to a rare nerd virus, and they were all exposed. I must have screened that movie in the common room of our suite 8 times in 2 weeks, to groups of about 10 people each. After my year in Hartford, I transferred to Emerson, where I learned quickly that my love for this movie was not entirely unique. The nerds who flocked to see Wet Hot were hiding at this small liberal arts college in Boston, and there were tons of them. I still remember seeing a guy in the halls dressed up like Michael Showalter’s character “Coop” on Halloween, and then going to a party that night and seeing a different guy wearing the exact same costume. I remember visiting a friend at NYU and going to a huge sold out screening of the film in Manhattan. I remember meeting David Wain on the escalator and freaking out considerably (we found a common ground in having the same first name, which I’m SURE was as memorable for him as it was for me). I absolutely wore out the DVD I bought over the years, and the steady viewings started to erode my ability to laugh at it. Anticipating every joke was not helping my enjoyment of it. So, like Andy’s old friends from Toy Story 3 (just tossing that in there for bored people who can’t relate to this), I put the DVD on the shelf and took a 3 year break. And then Netflix Instant decided to add it to their library, and I saw it recommended for me. Immediately I decided that it was time, and myself and three friends got together and watched it a few nights ago. It was as if no time had passed since the day I first saw it. It is, quite possibly, the funniest movie I’ve ever seen, and I don’t think you need to be a comedy nerd to agree (although it definitely helps). The cast is amazing and the writing and performances blow any current comedy out of the water. The fact that it still hasn’t made it’s total budget back yet is baffling and sad to me, but I’m glad to know it’s there for us to watch, whenever we want to get weird for 90 minutes. I’d like to say that it was an inspiration, or an indicator of things to come in my life or career, but I think it’s merely a movie that I instantly knew I loved, and that’s all I need. I’m extremely thankful that it exists, if only because it’s so utterly satisfying to like something so wholeheartedly. Also, there’s a talking can of mixed vegetables who can suck his own dick, so, you know, that’s good too. literally the most accurate thing I have ever read. It’s always been one of my favorite movies, and I love showing people it for the first time. UGH GOD DAMN SO GOOD

An Awkward Love Letter To

Wet Hot American Summer

eatingallthefeelings:

theidiotking:

A Deeply Nerdy Love Letter To Wet Hot American Summer

In late 2001, I was a college freshman, and Wet Hot American Summer was released in extremely limited release. It was not playing anywhere close to my school, which was in Hartford, CT. I knew that I had to see it as soon as humanly possible, because of my long obsession/reverence of The State, the sketch comedy group that spawned most of the cast members and crew. I didn’t know anything about it beyond that it was a send up of 80s summer camp movies. It sounded great, but that’s all I had to go on, because apparently 10 years ago was the stone age. I actually had to read a review in Entertainment Weekly to find out about it (note: they gave it an A).

I waited for it to finish it’s run, and I waited even longer for it to come out on DVD. The Tuesday it was released, I made my friend drive me to the nearest Best Buy, and I bought it sight unseen. As I sat down for my first viewing, I found that it struck a bizarre but amazing tone: it started out almost sweet, like it was paying reverence to the films it was parodying, and by the end it had  mutated into one of the most surreal, non-sequitor driven, absurdist comedies of all time. No other comedy has “gone for it” quite like this, or at least this successfully. It was quite literally hilarious. If you’ve ever sat around with your hilarious friends, going off on all night tangents and laughing til you cry, thinking “we should make a thing, we’re funny,” that’s what this movie is. Except you and your friends are not a legendary 90s sketch troupe. I knew that I instantly loved it, and I wasted no time making that known to anyone who would listen.

All of my friends were curious as to what it was that I was geeking out so hard over, and why I was demanding precious common room TV space for it. A group of us, including my roommate, sat down to watch it, and within minutes we were all collectively laughing harder than I’ve laughed during any movie. This continued for several nights, as word would spread about “the crazy weird funny movie that Dave bought.” I felt like I was exposing all these people to a rare nerd virus, and they were all exposed. I must have screened that movie in the common room of our suite 8 times in 2 weeks, to groups of about 10 people each.

After my year in Hartford, I transferred to Emerson, where I learned quickly that my love for this movie was not entirely unique. The nerds who flocked to see Wet Hot were hiding at this small liberal arts college in Boston, and there were tons of them. I still remember seeing a guy in the halls dressed up like Michael Showalter’s character “Coop” on Halloween, and then going to a party that night and seeing a different guy wearing the exact same costume. I remember visiting a friend at NYU and going to a huge sold out screening of the film in Manhattan. I remember meeting David Wain on the escalator and freaking out considerably (we found a common ground in having the same first name, which I’m SURE was as memorable for him as it was for me). I absolutely wore out the DVD I bought over the years, and the steady viewings started to erode my ability to laugh at it. Anticipating every joke was not helping my enjoyment of it. So, like Andy’s old friends from Toy Story 3 (just tossing that in there for bored people who can’t relate to this), I put the DVD on the shelf and took a 3 year break.

And then Netflix Instant decided to add it to their library, and I saw it recommended for me. Immediately I decided that it was time, and myself and three friends got together and watched it a few nights ago. It was as if no time had passed since the day I first saw it. It is, quite possibly, the funniest movie I’ve ever seen, and I don’t think you need to be a comedy nerd to agree (although it definitely helps). The cast is amazing and the writing and performances blow any current comedy out of the water. The fact that it still hasn’t made it’s total budget back yet is baffling and sad to me, but I’m glad to know it’s there for us to watch, whenever we want to get weird for 90 minutes. I’d like to say that it was an inspiration, or an indicator of things to come in my life or career, but I think it’s merely a movie that I instantly knew I loved, and that’s all I need. I’m extremely thankful that it exists, if only because it’s so utterly satisfying to like something so wholeheartedly. Also, there’s a talking can of mixed vegetables who can suck his own dick, so, you know, that’s good too.

literally the most accurate thing I have ever read. It’s always been one of my favorite movies, and I love showing people it for the first time. UGH GOD DAMN SO GOOD

An Awkward Love Letter To Chalupas Chalupas are probably the most underrated part of Taco Bell’s extensive menu. Beefy 5 Layer Burritos have nothing on you. You can buy a burrito anywhere you go, but chalupas seem to be Taco Bell’s specialty. Even though a chicken chalupa has 18 grams of fat, those 18 grams are so worth it. The soft but crunchy shell (is it a shell? WHO KNOWS WHO CARES), the choice between nacho, baja or supreme (baja forever). Chicken, beef or steak. Whatever you want. Chalupas forever. submitted by Sara

An Awkward Love Letter To

Chalupas

Chalupas are probably the most underrated part of Taco Bell’s extensive menu. Beefy 5 Layer Burritos have nothing on you. You can buy a burrito anywhere you go, but chalupas seem to be Taco Bell’s specialty. Even though a chicken chalupa has 18 grams of fat, those 18 grams are so worth it. The soft but crunchy shell (is it a shell? WHO KNOWS WHO CARES), the choice between nacho, baja or supreme (baja forever). Chicken, beef or steak. Whatever you want. Chalupas forever.

submitted by Sara

An Awkward Love Letter To Pre-Teen Adventures eatingallthefeelings: I saw Super 8 today, and it made me face the love I’ve been unsure of how to express.  I have the largest boner for movies set in the 1950s-80s that center around pre-teen friends going on adventures. Between the Goonies and Stand By Me, it’s rare that I’ve seen a movie with a group of kids exploring and discovering stuff that doesn’t make me want to sob with joy. I don’t know if it’s because I grew up 1. in an era that had recently discovered the internet and how great it is to not trust anyone and letting your kids hang out in fields by themselves probably isn’t the best idea and 2. in a neighborhood lacking in kids my age, so it was difficult to do spontaneous fun things often featured in movies I idolized as a kid (and still do). Every summer I watch The Sandlot with my little brother at some point, and it always makes me jealous of eleven year olds. It seems like especially for boys it’s just the perfect age for learning, whether it be learning about why your friend lives in two different houses, or why vaginas are attractive in any way. It’s the time when you can say “shit” around your friends and not sound like a rotten punk. And if I’ve learned anything from Rob Reiner films, it’s around that age that you’ll find a map or a body or an alien or a prostitute that brings you and your small group of friends consisting of the chubby sassy kid with supportive but absent parents, the scrawny kid that’ll grow into his looks and introduce you to the humble fun that is D&D, and the wildcard that is there to make you laugh and try to hid the pain of his family problems at home closer together.   So I urge you readers, all three of you, to get out there, regardless of age, this summer and go on a scavenger hunt for mystery. Whether you live in the country, the city, or a small coastal town driven by tourism, I guarantee that adventure is out there! Or if you don’t want to run around like 12 year old boy, rent your favorite movie from 6th grade. Holding on to your childhood is one of the few pieces of advice I can firmly give, because that’s the only thing that has consistently kept me from not going insane whilst attempting to grow up. 

An Awkward Love Letter To

Pre-Teen Adventures

eatingallthefeelings:

I saw Super 8 today, and it made me face the love I’ve been unsure of how to express. 

I have the largest boner for movies set in the 1950s-80s that center around pre-teen friends going on adventures. Between the Goonies and Stand By Me, it’s rare that I’ve seen a movie with a group of kids exploring and discovering stuff that doesn’t make me want to sob with joy. I don’t know if it’s because I grew up 1. in an era that had recently discovered the internet and how great it is to not trust anyone and letting your kids hang out in fields by themselves probably isn’t the best idea and 2. in a neighborhood lacking in kids my age, so it was difficult to do spontaneous fun things often featured in movies I idolized as a kid (and still do). Every summer I watch The Sandlot with my little brother at some point, and it always makes me jealous of eleven year olds. It seems like especially for boys it’s just the perfect age for learning, whether it be learning about why your friend lives in two different houses, or why vaginas are attractive in any way. It’s the time when you can say “shit” around your friends and not sound like a rotten punk. And if I’ve learned anything from Rob Reiner films, it’s around that age that you’ll find a map or a body or an alien or a prostitute that brings you and your small group of friends consisting of the chubby sassy kid with supportive but absent parents, the scrawny kid that’ll grow into his looks and introduce you to the humble fun that is D&D, and the wildcard that is there to make you laugh and try to hid the pain of his family problems at home closer together.  

So I urge you readers, all three of you, to get out there, regardless of age, this summer and go on a scavenger hunt for mystery. Whether you live in the country, the city, or a small coastal town driven by tourism, I guarantee that adventure is out there! Or if you don’t want to run around like 12 year old boy, rent your favorite movie from 6th grade. Holding on to your childhood is one of the few pieces of advice I can firmly give, because that’s the only thing that has consistently kept me from not going insane whilst attempting to grow up. 

An Awkward Love Letter To The Office The first episode of The Office that I ever watched was Sexual Harassment. I was 12 and at my parent’s friend’s dinner party, and seeing how bored I was I was plopped in front of a video ipod stocked with every (at the time aired) episode of the Office. I think it was the moment when Michael Scott told Pam to make out with the blow-up doll that I became invested in the characters and the story and the writing and almost every component to this show. After that single viewing I begged the owner of the ipod to put every episode on my own ipod, which probably was the worst/best thing to happen to me. I formed a pretty terrible (awesome? No, just terrible) habit of not being able to go to sleep without watching an episode. For the next three years I watched at least one episode a day and am still able to recite some episodes from memory. This is great if anyone needs a transcript of “Beach Day” because I could probably whip one up quickly, but in middle school no one thought this was impressive (WHATEVER TALENT SHOW JUDGES). The Office was the first show I ever watched that taught me that absurdities are always funny (“I burnt my foot on a George Foreman grill”) and so is discomfort (“black people like pizza, white people like pizza, do black people like pizza?”) both of which pretty heavily influenced everything I’ve ever written, and my taste in movies, books, etcetera. Even though the UK Office is definitely one of the most clever comedies of all time, it took me a while to get into the show, while the American one is far more accessible. It was also through the US Office that I fully started putting time into being a comedy nerd. Through watching interviews with Mindy Kaling and Angela Kinsey I learned that lots of Office cast/crew members were once part of the Late Night team, which spurred my “I’M JUST LIKE THE GIRL FROM SUGAR AND SPICE” phase which brought me to SNL and Arrested Development and the rest is a very lonely, television centered history. Basically what I’m trying to say is that I am so so so grateful for this piece of TV, as it kind of opened a comedy door for me from which I am happily trapped behind forever. Without The Office I probably wouldn’t be annoying everyone with my poorly written jokes that I try to pass off as funny, so thank you The Office, for that and making me feel less insecure about my addiction to beets. 

An Awkward Love Letter To

The Office

The first episode of The Office that I ever watched was Sexual Harassment. I was 12 and at my parent’s friend’s dinner party, and seeing how bored I was I was plopped in front of a video ipod stocked with every (at the time aired) episode of the Office. I think it was the moment when Michael Scott told Pam to make out with the blow-up doll that I became invested in the characters and the story and the writing and almost every component to this show. After that single viewing I begged the owner of the ipod to put every episode on my own ipod, which probably was the worst/best thing to happen to me. I formed a pretty terrible (awesome? No, just terrible) habit of not being able to go to sleep without watching an episode. For the next three years I watched at least one episode a day and am still able to recite some episodes from memory. This is great if anyone needs a transcript of “Beach Day” because I could probably whip one up quickly, but in middle school no one thought this was impressive (WHATEVER TALENT SHOW JUDGES).

The Office was the first show I ever watched that taught me that absurdities are always funny (“I burnt my foot on a George Foreman grill”) and so is discomfort (“black people like pizza, white people like pizza, do black people like pizza?”) both of which pretty heavily influenced everything I’ve ever written, and my taste in movies, books, etcetera. Even though the UK Office is definitely one of the most clever comedies of all time, it took me a while to get into the show, while the American one is far more accessible. It was also through the US Office that I fully started putting time into being a comedy nerd. Through watching interviews with Mindy Kaling and Angela Kinsey I learned that lots of Office cast/crew members were once part of the Late Night team, which spurred my “I’M JUST LIKE THE GIRL FROM SUGAR AND SPICE” phase which brought me to SNL and Arrested Development and the rest is a very lonely, television centered history. Basically what I’m trying to say is that I am so so so grateful for this piece of TV, as it kind of opened a comedy door for me from which I am happily trapped behind forever. Without The Office I probably wouldn’t be annoying everyone with my poorly written jokes that I try to pass off as funny, so thank you The Office, for that and making me feel less insecure about my addiction to beets.