Fear Fete

OH
MY
GOSH!!!

You guys.  Did you ever rip the posters out of Bop Magazine, Tiger Beat, Teen Beat, or The Big Bopper or anything? Well, I did.  And I collected them.  I traded them.  I hung up my favorites.  I rotated them out.  They were Serious Freaking Business.  If you ever did that, and especially if it was Serious Freaking Business... and if you ever get the chance to meet one of those boys... even if you're now a 35 year old woman... DO IT.  I can't caps lock that enough.  I should've italicized.  I should've bold faced!  You guys, you have got to take the opportunity if it presents itself.  I met Brandon Adams over the weekend, and even though I promised to play it cool, I freaked the eff out. 

Okay, so like, when you're eleven years old everyone you meet who is your age looks like garbage, basically.  It's a universally awkward stage, from about eleven to fourteen.  Oh, it doesn't last the whole time for everyone, and it's sometimes earlier, sometimes later... sometimes lifelong (just being funny).  But when you're that age and you see someone of the same age who seems impossibly beautiful it's a big deal.  And of course, I know as an adult that is impossibly beautiful, because in real life nobody gets that combination of great genes, great lighting, great stylists, great lenses and filters and great photoshopping in the sixth grade.

At any rate, my hormones were kicking in and my bedroom walls were filling up.  My favorites were -first and foremost, Matthew Lawrence; I still dig him- and then Brandon Adams, Mike Vitar, Jonathan Brandis, Kris Kross, NKOTB, Marques Houston, Macaulay Culkin... and I'm sure some others I don't remember. Point is, one of the ones I do remember, and very clearly, is Brandon Adams (swoon).  When I met him in person over the past two days he was the nicest guy! I seriously reverted back to twelve-year-old, spazzy, squealing Tina and he treated me like a normal person, which must have been a task in itself. And he signed my DVD cover "stay sweet, Cake Eater".  I legitimately got dizzy.  I tend to hyperventilate. *shrug*

After I was done spazzing out (I just realized I could've asked for a hug... what's wrong with me), I walked out of sight around a corner and just... sat.  I don't know how long I sat there staring at the floor but I had to process!  I realized that I'd never really considered those boys real people.  They were impossible people, but my life subtly shifted when I realized they exist.  I shook his hand.  The boy from the poster grew up, like I did, and I physically saw him and touched his hand.  It's surreal.  I mean, I've met celebrities before.  I spent a day hanging out with Jimmie Walker from Good Times once, and that was fun.  But I never had his poster on my wall!  The boys from the posters are a whole different deal.  If you get the chance, do it and please let me know how you felt.  If you've already done it, let me know if you felt the same way.  Plus, as you know, The Mighty Ducks 2 (yes, the sequel for some reason) is one of my ten favorite movies so that added to everything.

Oh, and will someone please, PLEASE explain to me why I kept apologetically repeating that I was a nerd?  Was there really any part of me that thought my awkward social skills, Star Trek dress and Dr Seuss, Star Trek AND Jackson 5 tattoos didn't say that loud and clear?  And why would I even need to apologize for that? Nerds are in right now!  Maybe not us socially awkward ones, but I'm close enough.  Uuuugh.  Whatever.

 Another thing: This is what my hair does in public...

And this is what it does at home at the end of the day

Brandon Adams

A while back, on my Mighty Ducks post I promised you a Brandon Adams post. The other day... long story... my termite guy mentioned to me that at Fear Fete this year (I mentioned that a few years ago I missed Tony Todd at Fear Fete) the cast of The People Under the Stairs will be there. It's a really good movie and guess what? BRANDON ADAMS IS IN IT!!! So after my near-meltdown over missing Tony Todd I've decided that wild horses couldn't keep me away this year. Let me tell you a bit about Brandon Quintin Adams, as IMDB knows him... not me, though. I'm on a first name basis with him. Well, a first and last name basis. Basically, I'm too lazy to add the middle name. Whatever. 

So let's start at the beginning, shall we? And let's save the best for first. Best of all, besides The Mighty Ducks and D2 of course, is a movie called Polly: Comin Home. Not the one about the parrot, this one is the black version of Pollyanna. Keshia Knight Pulliam and Phylicia Rashad from The Cosby Show are also in that movie, along with a zillion other stars. It's a musical, so he sings and dances and sets little ten-year-old hearts aflame. In fact, if you really want to see him dance his way to the honor seat of my little-kid heart, just watch Moonwalker. He was a little MJ and he Moonwalked and everything. Super cute. 

Then came the 90s, with stills of him from The Sandlot and The Mighty Ducks pulled from Bop (or whatever magazine) decorating my little bedroom walls. Here in the 90s is roughly where I saw The People Under the Stairs, which actually came out in '88. I really liked it, I like scary movies. Which brings us to Fear Fete. Watch for that post in late October!

The Mighty Ducks

When I was a kid, I never watched hockey.  I had literally never seen a game, or even a portion of a game when I watched the Mighty Ducks movies.  In fact, the first time I ever saw even a bit of hockey besides those movies was at age 20, when I saw the local minor league team in the city I'd moved to. Guys, if you've been in that situation, you know that the movies offer nothing by way of education about the rules, which are actually really complicated.  As I discovered.

Anyway, those movies were for sure my favorites of the 90s.  The best of the three is number two, and since I lived in a city with a $1 movie theater, I saw it on the big screen about ten times.  True story.  Now I have them all on DVD, but they've been all over the world with me and they're all scratched up and they skip and I think one of them doesn't even work anymore and MY LIFE IS SO HARD!!!

***Edit*** When I took them to get signed my Brandon Adams I remembered that about five years ago my husband had bought me new copies and they all work beautifully.  Thank goodness I didn't have to haul out the garbage ones to get signed!

Sorry.  Please accept this picture of my in my Goldberg jersey at approx. 15 months pregnant.

I know you're expecting this from me, because it's kind of a theme, so here's the list of my crushes from those movies: Mike Vitar (more on The Sandlot later), Brandon Adams (probably a whole POST on him later), Aaron Lohr (the bigger Bash Brother), Justin Wong (Wu Wu Wu Kenny Wuuuuuuuu!) and Emilio Estevez (of course).  This proves conclusively that I have NEVER had a 'type'.

So here's the story.  There's this real unethical jerk of a lawyer who gets a DUI and has to take a leave of absence from work and do community service.  He's assigned the job of coaching peewee hockey, since he was this big peewee star as a kid, but when he gets to practice, he finds the biggest hockey nightmare ever.  He takes over, makes them champs, and then continues to coach them into two more movies.  And he does you-know-what with the star player's mom.  Like ya do.  Spoilers, but these movies are almost 25 years old so... you should've seen them by now, to be honest.  If you haven't, get on it.  Now.