| The Strength - The Pepper Potts Anomaly |

I was, over the next little bit, going to examine strength. What it is, at least to me. Where it comes from, etc.

I decided to start with an interesting anomaly.

To sum up my thoughts on said subject before writing the actual blogs about them, I roughly, and without much hard evidence came to the conclusion that no one person is strong alone.

Then, I wrote this:

I look at Iron Man. Seemingly indestructible. Brilliant, rich and always gets the girl.

But who is Iron Man really? Tony Stark, right? A perpetual juvenile, always tinkering aimlessly. Hiding behind a heavily armored suit to hide or mask his on inadequacies.

Cue Pepper Potts. The strong, level headed female presence. Always there to take out the trash, lend guidance and most importantly support for her man.

Without Ms. Potts, Tony Stark is stuck in the basement. Albeit a very nice basement with all the latest toys. Toys that have the rest of us boys salivating over the pages of GQ's annual Christmas Gadgets article. What I wouldn't give for a keyboard that reflects numbers and letters onto a glass panel. The things I'd type.

But who is there for Pepper. She is fully dedicated to Tony. Even though Tony never wished this for her. Of course he is extremely grateful and appreciative, he'll just never tell.

And that, my friends, is the Pepper Potts anomaly.

Yes, yes. I know. Pepper has been in trouble and relayed on others to get her out of deep-water. But said water was always made deep by Tony in the first place. Does it really count if the savior caused the problem to begin with?

Ms. Potts is the true definition of strength. A pillar on which even the most respected and indestructible of Super Heroes leans. A woman who always has the foresight to pack the Suitcase Suit, knowing that Tony will end up in trouble or being chased by a large Russian with whips for arms.

The point here, is that there is no shame in needing a pillar to lean on. There is no issue with drawing your own strength from somebody else. Needed them for you, even if they don't lean back on you the same way for theirs. A woman like that gives you the power you did not realize was there. Gives you the hope to move on, get up, fight crime.

The problem is: When Pepper leaves, so does the strength. Then we are all doomed to stay in the basement, tinkering away forever.


This will make more sense with the next few posts.

x's and o's
-Remy

| A Letter to Roy |

Roy Edward Disney

1/10/1930 - 12/16/2009

Dear Roy,

For 56 Years of loyal service, thank you. For still believing in the magic that your Father and Uncle loved so much, thank you. For ``Beauty and the Beast``, and ``The Lion King``, thank you.


You hired Michael Eisner, urm, I`m sure you thought it was for the best. But, for helping oust him, thank you.

You embraced new technology, and moved forward your art, but you held Disney`s past so dear. Thank you.

My generation of Disney addicts owe you some magic.

Thank you, Roy. Have a wonderful ever-after.

You, sir, even owned your own castle.

Love,

Us

| Keep Moving Forward |

We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new
things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new
paths

-Walter E. Disney

| One Man`s Dream |

Every town has a Main Street.

When he stood on his, I imagine he saw the best of his past. He was back in Marceline.

This street was the only entrance. He made us pass under the steam train and down the eerily clean streets and toward his imagination. He had made it more perfect than reality. It was made perfect for the legions that would follow the same path. Walk the same sidewalks and ride a horse drawn carriage toward a castle.

At the end of the street, he lead us to the Wild West. He let us live in the pages of fairytales. He showed us the future, as he saw it.

He could feel it, and see it. It was in the concrete paths and fabricated mountains. He could hear it - The fans blowiong overhead at the ice-cream shop and the whistle of the steam train. He could live it again. This was him.

And as they played, he watched them from his apartement above a fire station.

The first generation of people invited to walk the streets got to watch it grow, from small-town anywhere to a quait world-famous metropolis. They learned its secrets, and passed them onto their children. He had given them an escape, where nothing else exsisted. He has blocked the outside world with trees and dirt hills.

Now, it was theirs. Now, it is ours.

But this was not enough. He wanted to give us more. He wanted a city.

On November 30, 1966, after battling health problems, he collapsed and was taken to hospital.

His life was hanging by a pencil.

On December 15, 1966, at 9:30 a.m. and 10 days after he turned 65, Walter Elias Disney died at

Providence Saint Joseph Medical Center in Burbank, Califonia. Across the street from his studio and his loyal employees.

He wanted a city. What we got, was a whole wide World.

The place where lots of us go to escape. The place where nothing else exsists. For some, the only world we want to be a part of know. Walt Disney World.

It`s here we dine on amazing food, scream on the best rides, get lost in your stories and get to ride in the air on an elephant with ears that were just a little to big.

This Main Street is one you never got to see, but imagined it for us. From us, the millions that have walked that Street, we say thank you.

Thank you Roy O. Disney, for turning your brother`s dreams into reality.

Especially, thank you Walt, for dreaming and being brave enough to share them with us.

Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow and
fantasy. -

-Plaque at the entrance to the Magic Kingdom