All Right, I'm a Sap

I weep at It's a Wonderful Life at the end when Clarence gets his wings (something about the catch in Jimmy Stewart's voice when he says "that's right; that's right!" does it). I cry at the opening animation to Norad Tracks Santa. I cry at books and movies and TV shows. I am a mush.

What makes you cry?

ETA: The "In Memoriam" segments at the Oscars and Emmys and Tonys get me from the first photo--again, because I am reminded of people whose work has given me joy, who are no longer there. In the same way the New York Times Magazine's "The Lives They Lived" issue at the end of the year is one long festival of tears and revelation. I often weep the hardest at the lives of people I'd never heard of before.

Emily has a Facebook Page

Well, kinda. The Yahoo Group for our preferred dogpark alerted me to the existence of Dogster. So of course Emily had to get her own Dogster page. It's a little too cute for words, but hey, if the dog wants to be part of Interwebs, who am I to say "Sit."