Amanda Hocking

I just learned that Guillermo del Toro is set to direct a remake of Slaughterhouse Five. I don’t know if this will ever happen, but I squeed when I found out. Putting one of my all-time favorite books with one of my all time favorite directors is very exciting.

On the subject of which, tomorrow I’ll see Inception. I’m already excited for its brilliance. Christopher Nolan is totally completely brilliant. I’m a little in love with him.

Here’s something people don’t say but I think is true: Leonardo DiCaprio can only play sad. Watch him cry or yell or get really upset about something, and it’s believable. But when he’s happy (or does an accent), it takes you out of the film. He can always make me cry – he can never make me laugh.

I’m also in love with Michael Caine. Completely. Have you seen Michael Caine? He’s the best ever. Him and Eric Idle. Give me a funny British guy, and I am so there. I think that’s the main reason I’m afraid to move to England. It’d be far too much for me to handle.

Although I’m hoping to go to England next year. I’m hoping to do a lot of things, of course, but my great-uncle Tony -who’s pretty much the only person I know in England – is getting older, and I’d like to visit while he’s still vibrant.

I’d also want to make my mom go with me. She hasn’t been to England in over forty years, but I’d feel better if she were there.

In semi-fabricated news – my grandma and Michael Caine were born in the same part of London around the same time. They both evacuated when they were very young because of the bombings from WWII – but who’s to say they didn’t know each other? They might’ve been friends as small children. My gramma can’t remember now. But how cares? I’ve decided that they were friends.

I imagine that if Michael Caine and my gramma had known each other, they would be friends. Very best friends, probably. Honestly. This isn’t just me touting my gramma’s horn. They would be the very best friends.

In fact, if Hitler hadn’t gone about destroying London, Michael Caine and my gramma wouldn’t have evacuated. They wouldn’t grown up together, maybe even fallen in love, gotten married. Michael Caine could’ve been grandfather.

And that’s just another thing Hitler ruined for me. Honestly, that man never did anything good.