[BGmusic: We Used to Vacation by Cold War Kids]
Dear reader, do you know this movie?
Plot summary (from imdb.com):
When a young boy and his family don’t come one year to their holiday home, their household appliances… think their master might be in trouble. They decided that rather than stay where they are, they’ll try to find them. So beings a dangerous and amusing adventure through the countryside and into the big city. Written by Cynan Rees {cynanrees@hotmail.com}
If you do, good. You know what I’m going to be talking about. If you don’t, now you know.
Anyway, I blame this movie especially for my unhealthy empathy towards inanimate objects.
For example, I crack a mug. Most people would feel pretty bad for being so clumsy, but sometimes – not as frequent as it used to be, mind you – I actually feel sorry for the mug. I mourn over its loss of purpose in the world, and the part I played in its death… Then I quickly get over it, because one should only allow a modest number of moments of insanity in one’s life.
[This is why I don't name my belongings. A lot of people name their gadgets/musical instruments/etc., and I do none of that, it only makes me worse. I tried giving my violin a name once upon a time but it didn't work out. So basically we're all no-name slobs now.]