Speaking of Pixar movies, I watched Up tonight.

I sat there with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, staring up at the screen, shoveling popcorn down my throat while once again, the opening eight minutes of the movie made me bawl like a baby.

I’ve heard it said a thousand times, and chances are you all have too, but it bears being said more than once: Up tells a better love story in eight minutes than Twilight did in three whole movies.

‘Nuff said. There’s more to love than what most people in the film industry would like you to believe. Real love is friendship set on fire. Real love is selfless. Real love is not possessive. Real love values the other over itself. Real love gives. Real love lasts.

Edward and Bella ain’t got nothin’ on Carl and Ellie.

Just sayin’. Of course, Hana would be seething mad when she reads this post. ;)