An emotional roller coaster

Today was glorious, but almost more than my tiny, cold heart could handle. Too many cute puppies, too many amazing facts about the world, etc. To kick this entry off, I present the first in what may be many installments of "Overheard in New York." Today: Father and Son edition.

Father in Museum of Natural History, to Son: "See, you always hurt me with those snide comments and criticisms."
Son to Father: "Well, if you'd just listen..."

Different Father on Street, to Son: "When I make my first seventeen million, I'll give a dollar to you." *author's note: cheapskate.*

Nathan and I spent the vast majority of the afternoon (five hours, in fact) in the American Museum of Natural History. We attempted to see everything, for some reason, and were almost successful. Which means I now know just about all there is to know about the natural world. Or at least have an extensive knowledge of dioramas. Also, that one guy from every astronomy video ever was there, filming something else for either NOVA or another astronomy video. I forget his name, but he's the one who always comes on "The Colbert Report." Like, we just watched him last week. I walked through his video today, in fact. Oops.

The emotional roller coaster of the title refers to "Wall-E," which Nathan, Stephen and I saw tonight. I laughed. I gasped. I gazed in wonder. And, for large portions of the movie, I cried. Copious amounts. And I am not a pretty crier.

It was awesome. Everyone go see it.

Special awards today go to the fine people who put together the special "Horse" exhibit at the museum, the people at Pixar, and that one really cute dog I saw pooping on the sidewalk. Points deducted from the guy who almost killed me today when he abruptly stuck out his arm directly in front of my jugular to tap his friend on the other side of me. A-hole seems the appropriate term.

Nathan's addition: "Sarah is hot." I am not just making this up.