Fictitious Reality

Bringing Up Baby is a screwball comedy from 1938. Don't let the fact that it's old and in black and white deter you, this movie is a riot. A must watch. Cary Grant plays Dr. David Huxley, whose life is going pretty great. He's just about to get married, and he just got word that the last bone he needs to complete the dinosaur skeleton he's been working on has been found. Katharine Hepburn plays Susan Vance, whose life is going good I assume. She's rich so she's just chillin', enjoying life. David and Susan first meet at a golf course where David is meeting with Mr. Peabody, who is the lawyer for a woman who is potentially going to donate a million dollars to the museum David works at. Trying to golf with Mr. Peabody. Trying to get his golf ball back from Susan. Because of Susan, David's meeting with Mr. Peabody gets interrupted so they try to meet later that day for dinner, but of course as luck would have it, Susan also happens to be there. David misses

 Hello, it's cool that you're here! I made this blog on a whim, and just for fun. I intend to post my thoughts on whatever various books, movies or TV shows I happen to be consuming at the time. If I love it, I'll gush. If I hate it, I'll rage. Honestly I tend to be more impassioned by things I don't like 🤷‍♀️ I should mention that this is not going to be a spoiler free blog. If I'm posting about something, I'm spoiling it. Well, I don't think there is any more explanation need for what this blog is going to be, so I guess that's it! Hope you will enjoy :)

 Hello, this is a test, just to see how a post looks. It's more of a reminder really, cause I've had blogs before. But anyway it is past 1a.m. and the urge to make a blog sized me (that was a while ago) and here I am! Yay, me. It didn't take me too long to make because as afore mentioned, I've had blogs before. It was honestly fun to do all the setting up stuff again, nostalgic really. So who knows if this will go anywhere, maybe the urge to blog will go away since I've walked down the memory lane of stetting it all up, but who can say? Not I. Bye for now?