Where The Wild Things Are

I have a SERIOUSLY obsessive personality.

This ranges from the color coding (and length of sleeve ascending order) in my closet, to my ex-boyfriend from highschool who would probably have hard time deciding if he could run fast enough to get away or if he would just have to kill me this time if he ever sees me again.

This wonderful quirk slash curse has recently elicited itself in the Where The Wild Things Are trailer that I seem to find myself watching at least once a day on Hulu.

When I was a kid my dad was a photographer in Minneapolis. They put on a play of Where The Wild Things Are back in..shit...1984 it had to be at the Guthrie Theater. My dad was hired to take photos of the play and I remember going backstage and the costume heads being taller than I was and being totally afraid of them. Its one of those childhood memories that really stick with you, that feeling of fear...and then finding yourself climbing all around and over these huge monster heads. Fear; vanquished. Thanks dad.

I was given 4 stuffed dolls of Max and 3 of the monsters. The one with the long hair I still think of as "Sarah" as I named her, she had yellow barrets (thank you me.)

Can not wait for this. Thank you world for making something this cool.