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My mind is blown. That sad, puffy old sack, Jeff Conaway, who was such a train wreck on the last season of Celebrity Fit Club, whom I remembered as Kenickie in Grease, had a role in a movie that's been one of my favourite movies of all time, my whole life, second only to The Wizard of Oz: he played Willie Gogan in Pete's Dragon.

I swear I've seen that movie seventeen million times and never knew that was Jeff Conaway.

My Mom called me at work today and invited me over for dinner. She and my Dad are going to Maine tomorrow. (There are no reasons for the things they do.) So I came over and we had coziness and kebabs and then my Dad suggested what I'd been secretly thinking, which was that we watch a Disney movie. So first we watched Dumbo. And then, because (a)they're going to Maine and my mom loves a theme and (b) they know it's my second favourite movie in the whole wide world, they suggested Pete's Dragon.

They just went to bed but I am all full of warm squishy parent-loving content. They even let me sing along to all the songs.

The overture at the beginning, I was surprised to discover, made me cry. A lot. Hard. Because it brought on a wave of Kirsten-missing-ness the likes of which I haven't felt since she moved (a year ago next month.) Nothing transports me to our shared childhood sitting together on the floor under a blanket in front of the tv like this movie. That's the really truly true reason that it's one of my favourites in the world.

I'm a gooey sticky sappy mushy mutha. Stick that in your lighthouse and smoke it.

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