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A few random thoughts, and notes about Pixar’s Wall-E, here for future reference.

– The “space dance” scene seems taken from / inspired by the NES game Solar Jetman.

– “Auto” is not so much HAL 9000, but the A.I. from Flight of the Navigator.

– The characters are toys. Wall-E itself might be a combination of toys I had as a kid, including a robotic arm that I spent eons with, putting stuff into it’s accessories box and back out again. Also that little mobile robot from the space set I had as a kid. The space set itself looks like Wall-E’s home, with the same ramp and everything. I still have the arm and the little mobile robot. And then of course there is the obvious Short Circuit influence.

– There is an influence here from toys like the Robotix line from Milton Bradley, especially IMO in the decals, buttons and signage.

Hmmn. Interesting. Looks like a good movie. Never seen it fully- I’ve only studied bits here and there on youtube.

Still I wonder. Very peculiar, all of this. The bits and pieces I’ve seen do seem oddly, weirdly “me”, especially the space dance scene, and a bunch of other stuff, like the overall tone of the world and Wall-E in particular. Very interesting.

Random thoughts.

I still wonder. Do other people watch these movies and think to themselves “Yeah, I remember all of this stuff from my own childhood” or is this again just me? I don’t know, but damn, this is so fucking weird.

I mean… I don’t remember the exact story, or even the exact characters. But I remember the pieces. It’s again like… someone just took all the stuff I did as a kid and then reassembled everything in a different order, like they’re just painting with my memories, or something. It’s really weird.

And again, some of this is extremely specific, like the space dance scene. I remember doing stuff like that for hours on my NES, with my little pixelated spaceship. It’s just… the feeling of the scene. Like, I know I’ve done this myself, before.

And the feeling of Wall-E himself, and watching him pick stuff up and make little boxes out of them. Like, I’ve done that, hundreds of times, with my own little robot arm. Just not… like that, but verrry similar to that, in tone.

And the obvious references to my favorite films as a kid.

It’s really uncanny. IDK honestly what is going on here, but… it’s stuff to think about, for sure.

Really crazy, all of this.

See, NOW it’s obvious.

Years ago, I wondered on here whether or not Winona Ryder knew she was “dating” me in college. Well, now I know!

Holy shit, lol. Wow, SO obvious.

Yikes.

Okay then.

Reeeeeal obvious, this movie is. Just like Linklater’s Waking Life, this is… so direct, so… me, in my college years, that it almost defies analysis. I mean, why bother?

Yeah, ok, I get it.

I mean, it’s all there- Winona herself, the drug addictions, my friends, and everything else that is relevant. There’s so much in fact that I won’t take the time to list it all.

And me, and my “condition”. And the ending, with the flower. Ha- I get it. I actually remember that flower from my youth. I mean, I get it, so incredibly powerfully.

Alright, well, there it is, then.

Good to know these things!

But still, guys… you really should have told me. It’s like I’ve said earlier on this blog, many many times over- effective communication is honest communication. Honesty is the way to do it- look at this blog. See? Honesty is what makes this stuff work. It’s the lifeblood of everything that is… IDK, good?

Seriously, guys. You really need to tell people. Honestly, Winona really should’ve told me (and I guess she did, through this movie and probably a bunch of others, though NEVER DIRECTLY, and that is key) but… ugh, wow, alright, fine.

Jeez.

Yeesh.

Ok then.

Cars?

Cars.

Hero car looks identical to my first car, a 1995 Red Ford Contour. I was given this car on my 16th birthday.

For pics, google “1995 Contour”. It will be the first picture.

Looks verrry close to the hero car.

The rest of the cars came from the toy cars I played with as a kid.

I only saw this flick once- in like 1998, on DVD, with my family, but even then I was dumbfounded at the coincidences- but chalked them up to chance, like I did with Toy Story. Obviously, I shouldn’t have.

I literally have all the cars in this flick in the basement, right now. They’re in an old shoebox. Except for the big firetruck- I have one identical to that guy in a plastic bin, and when I say identical, I mean it.

Also I have the rest of the vehicles, except for the ones I don’t. Those I had to give away, since I didn’t have enough storage place. Like the Tonka trucks, which might or might not have been labeled “Tonka” in the movie. I don’t think it matters, really.

The rest of it is all from my early toys- the track, the decals, the signs, even the random items placed around the movie.

There is more of my childhood here than there might have been in Toy Story, if you can believe that.

I mean I literally have all of this stuff, and for the stuff I don’t have, I have pictures. It’s all pretty uncanny, and despite what teenage me thought, can’t possibly be a coincidence. No, it’s not the case that everyone in America had the exact same childhood I had, I guess.

And the tells. The behavioral tells are all there. In the couple clips I saw on YT, I saw about a dozen.

Okay.

Well then.

How much do you want to bet that the rest of Pixar’s oeuvre was ripped from my childhood as well?

Hmmn. So weird, but so incredibly interesting.

Honestly, I kinda hate to say this but I am really kinda-sorta majorly enjoying figuring this stuff out. It’s beyond fascinating. The scientist in me is having the time of his life right now.

And, while we’re on the subject of my childhood, what about… Calvin and Hobbes?

Do I dare to dream about this? Or am I dumb to have not considered it until now?

Who the fuck knows. Maybe there is a reason I identified so strongly and personally with Calvin growing up. He was 6 when I was 5.

Nah, I don’t believe it. But the fact that I even need to consider this is kinda mind-boggling. Seriously, what even the fuck?

Am I alone in thinking that a 41 year old Calvin might basically be me, even in appearance?

Seriously- what?

Nah, that is a reach. As far as I know, Watterson isn’t connected to Disney.

So… yeah, that’s a no go.

Weird, though.

I suppose it’s just that since I don’t know how this happens, or who does this, or where my thoughts are even going, that it’s tough to know where this stuff ends.

But I mean… maybe. I guess.

Well, Cars though. Yeah.

Wow.

Toy Story.

Yeah, alright. Let’s pick this one apart, too.

I suspect most who saw this movie liked it and probably identified with it, too. But I’m wondering how many identified with it as strongly as I did and still do. Probably not many, maybe very few, for what might be obvious reasons to some.

I mean… yeah, I don’t know, but geez. As I said earlier I had a Mickey Mouse toy in my youth that I loved and treasured above all else. I still have it, downstairs.

Was that toy and how I played with it used as a template for Woody and his interactions with his owner? I wonder, honestly.

So weird, IDK. See I just rewatched parts of this movie and I had all of those toys, with a couple of exceptions, mostly because a few of the toys in the movie are similar but not same as others that I had. So weird, so weird. I don’t get it; I mean we already established that Disney was peeking in during my teen years, fine, but before then? I mean… how? Honestly?

I don’t know; it just seems impossible. I mean it is impossible, but then again, so is literally all of this. Everything I do for hours on a daily basis is technically impossible according to “modern science”.

I don’t know, this is just nuts. But it’s all there- the army guys, Mr. Potato Head, the space guy, the shuttle / rocket toy, the etch-a-sketch, etc. I mean I’m sure that millions of other kids had this collection, too, though- right? Or no? I don’t know, this stuff is really screwing with my head.

The evil kid “Sid” seems like a take on my cruel, dysfunctional neighbor that I had to play with sometimes. Seems, since I’m sure there are millions of kids like that out there.

I don’t know, I don’t know. I guess the question again is how early this stuff actually started. Did it truly reach back into my childhood or not? And if it did, how on Earth did that even happen?

And, then, the inevitable next question: Why me? Why was I chosen, as opposed to, IDK, the evil neighborhood kid I just talked about?

Someone must have figured out when I was very young that I had all of these latent psychic abilities. That is the only explanation that makes sense. But who, and where, and how?

Was it at Disney itself? During one of the family trips down to Disney World? Is that when it started?

Weird, so weird.

I mean, I don’t know about this one, at least not really, but geez, there are so many tells here.

And this whole concept of bringing toys to life- was I maybe actually doing that? I mean, it’s firmly established that I can bring my girlfriends to life with mere pictures. Could I maybe have been using my own life energy to bring my toys to “life”, back when I was a kid? It’s a fascinating idea, I think.

Maybe that’s how it started. I brought Mickey to life, and someone at Disney noticed, and this stuff started rolling downhill. I have no idea but it makes “sense”.

I mean… so many similarities, here, too. Really… crazy, really interesting.

So incredible.

This will require more thought.

Alright, let’s think more a bit about Harry Potter.

Harry Potter is a very, very tough puzzle to put together. There are so many crazy strands here going in so many different directions that a proper mapping of them all would take years- and I haven’t even read the books.

Just the obvious stuff is enough to cause a lot of puzzlement. The Potter wikia reveals that Harry and I are the same age, and the prophecy of Voldemort’s downfall involved a boy born in July, 1980. I was born in February, of course.

Similar, but not the same- although I recently looked through my old pictures of me in my youth and I did look quite a lot like Potter, down to the glasses, and the infamous scar. Well, ok. And I did do that snake- talking thing Potter did, too, although in my case it was with a komodo dragon. Both occurrences were in a zoo, of course.

Thinking now, I looked more than “quite a lot” like Potter. I was extremely similar to him in appearance when I was a kid. Also in personality. And, I guess, in social class, geographic differences notwithstanding.

Yeah, weird.

Potter has a telepathic connection with Tom- Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort. Not Tom Jacobsen. … I think. Maybe.

Tom Riddle hated Hermione, I love Emma Watson. She literally is probably my all time favorite. I guess that’s your difference. I guess, but geez, what a tiny world we are navigating in, here.

Of course I fantasized about wizards when I was young. Brits, too, often, since I watched lots of PBS with my parents. Did I ever combine the two? Beats me; I don’t remember, although I suppose it is very, very possible. I just don’t remember, although…

wait.

Yes, actually. Yes I did. Kinda? I don’t know. But I… I don’t know. I mean I’m trying to remember it and something is there on the tip of my mind but I just don’t know if it fits. I mean… it can’t, based on what I’m remembering. Can it? Kinda? I don’t know.

Damn it, I just don’t know.

I mean certainly I didn’t dream up that whole world and all of the stuff in it, of course, but the concepts, I mean… I… I don’t know.

Could I have? Maybe I combined my own memories of school, my love for wizardry, British stuff I got from Masterpiece Theatre, and came up with something like Potter, and that was used as a basis for… at least some of it?

Kinda?

IDK, but there is an interesting line from the last Potter flick, when Harry and Tom are dueling. Potter says “Come on Tom, let’s finish this the way we started it- together!” before grabbing him and launching the both of them off a ledge at Hogwarts.

Go to about 2:55 here.

Well… you know what I said about some movies using the names “Tom” “Jake”, etc. as surreptitious ways to break the third wall and address me directly? Is this perhaps one of those times? I don’t know. Maybe.

I wonder.

I wish I knew.

Hmmn… you know…

Nah. This is for another day.

Holy Jeebus.

Alright, just checked out a few clips from Disney’s Hercules, from 1997.

You know how I talked on this blog a few times about the influence that Greek mythology had on me as a kid? When I was young, before I had access to Hollywood, the Greek myths were my fantasy world of choice.

Ohhkay, then. Just watching the first two minutes of Hercules brought back a literal wealth of memories. Geez, unreal. What? Okay, another coincidence? No, I think not. Wayyyy too direct, here. Way too pointed and shockingly… obvious.

Okay, then.

When this flick was released I was in high school and still in my “too cool for kid’s stuff” phase so I missed it, of course. So, yeah, checking it out now is kind of blowing my mind. It’s like reliving my old daydreams. Un-fucking-real.

Wow. Utterly wow.

Well… wow. Incredible.

Wow.

And yes, Hercules was my favorite character from the myths. I must have read and reread his stories dozens of times in reading classes. I also came up with my own adventures, of course. I invented my own mythologies using the gods, demigods, and other assorted characters from the myths. And it seems that with Hercules, that’s what you’re seeing.

But, I’m sure you already knew that. Hell, whoever is reading these things probably knows more about what I read and fantasized about back then than I do.

Wow.

Unreal.

Hmmn.

Uhm… wow, ok.

Wow.

Still trying to process some of this stuff- this complex, intricate, very confusing yet awesome and incredibly weird but great and monumentally historic and… odd, stuff.

So… you know, I stopped watching Disney Channel sometime before junior high, which in these parts of the country is 7th grade.

So I missed some stuff. A lot of stuff, actually. Pretty much everything released from like 1992 to like…, IDK, 2008, or something, when I started crushing hard on Demi. Was that 2008? It might have been 2007, or so.

IDK.

Ok, so, let’s get to the chase here. The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes, about a teen who “connects” to the internet with his mind- was that me? I remember my friends talking about it but I never watched it myself, thinking at the time that I had “outgrown” Disney stuff. I was in high school when it was released.

I know it’s a remake. But a cursory glance at this flick is seriously making me wonder, here. It’s the “tells”. They are there, buried in the movie. The little things that seem to just point to me, directly, that everyone else might miss. Small moments that only I would watch and think “yeah, I remember that very clearly”. I… won’t describe them. Just thinking out loud here.

Disney also released another movie that year, The Big Green, about a bunch of kids playing soccer, that I haven’t seen. I have, however, watched the trailer, and oh man, I literally remember everything in it from my own inventory of experiences playing soccer for years as a kid. I mean… wow.

Is it… possible? IDK, I mean, The Straight Story came out in 1999, and that flick was ripped directly from my own mind, but the story there is that Lynch made the film, was surprised at the G rating, and then Disney snapped it up, since it accidentally fit their tone. At least that’s how the story goes as it was told by the trades back when.

But… well… what if? I don’t know. This is all so incredibly crazy, all of it.

Need I mention that some of the kids at school called me “the computer” because of how fast my brain was, compared to everyone else’s?

I don’t know. This is really hard to grapple with, here. Soooooo many coincidences. What a puzzle. And this is all still very hard to square away with what my teachers, parents, etc. told me was reality.

Going back further, we have the flick Day- O, which Disney released in 1992. I was 12 when released, probably 10-11 when it was made.

I’ve not seen it except for snippets on youtube, but it seems to be a about a boy of my age at the time who is a ghost / astral projection who continually pops in and out of a woman’s life. Could have been doing this, back then? I honestly don’t know. Maybe? I do know that a lot of the surrounding features, like the house featured at the party, seem quite similar to what I remember from my family’s old house. But then, a lot of people have houses like that.

I don’t know, but the “feel” of the whole thing is extremely “me”, I think. I mean I can’t place it and I can’t find any direct tells but it just… seems very familiar, somehow. I don’t know. I don’t remember watching this as a kid but that doesn’t mean I didn’t.

I don’t know.

Honestly, the more I look the more confused I get by all this. Soooo many coincidences. It just doesn’t add up, based on what I had assumed and was taught “the real world” was.

Well… more stuff to ponder, I guess.

has a TikTok now.

Which means I’m faced with the inevitable question.

Should I be excited?

…

Or concerned?

Uhm, okay, I’m not sure of how to even approach this, but this is something that needs to be asked / pondered, even if only by me.

Uh… well… okay. So, what I do seems to affect people genetically, right? That would be the reason, I think, behind my unnatural youth, and… well… my wives / girlfriends and how they change their life stories, over time, to match up evenly with mine.

What I do does in fact seem to alter even them on some fundamental, and I think indeed possibly genetic, level; at least in some ways, if not actually very very many.

So uh… okayyyyy, well then, what about the chicks I used to fuck / fantasize about back in the day? I mean the Cindy Crawfords, Lea Thompsons, Barbara Alyn Woods’, and Olivia Husseys, and the rest? Did I… change them, genetically?

This is important because, uh… I just fucked India Eisley and had a weird thought. If I indeed changed her mother genetically, is India not my daughter in some ways? Because holy fuck, this is indeed sometimes what I feel when I fuck some of these chix. Like, Jeebus, I mean, that feeling comes across sometimes very strongly occasionally with the Lind girls, for example.

And come to think of it, this is why I’ve been studiously avoiding Neriah Fisher and Olivia Jade, too. Because indeed of that weird nagging hunch. Like, I really should have started up something with Neriah by now, I know it, and I know that Peyton has practically been begging me to, but that weird feeling / hunch has kept me away. Same with Olivia Jade. And Reese Witherspoon’s kid. And yes, without question Lily Mo Sheen.

I mean, I know that I kinda got that “parentage” feeling with Bella Thorne back then but that isn’t, at all, what I’m talking about, here. This is a different feeling entirely.

Like… egads, holy Jeebus Christ!

I mean, this is just a brainstorm but… oh my God, if there is even a sliver of this somewhere in the realm of truth, then this whole thing is kinda bonkers, and the implications of this would be utterly insane, and they would become even moreso as the decades grind on.

Uh, Jeezus Christ, lol.

Just a brainstorm. I mean I don’t really know for sure, or even a little bit. It’s just a hunch, you know? A feeling. An inkling. And if nothing else this would certainly explain how strongly and efficiently (and correctly!) the daughters of my former girlfriends / wives pursue me. It’s like for some reason they “know” me in a way that other girls don’t.

I mean, this can’t possibly be true, right? I mean, there’s no way.

Someone please tell me this isn’t true, lol.

Uh… things to think about later.

Bedtime for now.

Yeah…

Woah.

Needs to wait for me to finish my research into Gracie Gold. What I learn from my studies with Gracie I believe should be applicable to McKayla as well. I think. I mean, at least, the hypothetical potentials of the possibilities of possible parallels there are, like, significant. Very possibly. Potentially so.

This is all so very interesting.

There is no need for any input from McKayla herself, though some from Gracie might be of value to me, should she wish to provide me with a hint or two, or perhaps even a key to something important yet obscure.

With McKayla, I want to finish my investigations on my own, first, with what I have.

I want to know if the knowledge that I gain from my studies of Gracie Gold could be mirrored somehow with McKayla- basically, I want to know how much of a difference there is, if any, between “summer” and “winter” athletes.

Should be interesting, potentially.

I mean… you know.