Disney and Marvel

 I wonder how many people know the story of how Walt Disney met his wife. As far as I know, the story goes something like this. Walt and his brother were running the fledgling company at that point of time, and they realized that a certain employee hadn't been cashing in her paychecks. That in itself wasn't the issue, but the total amount payable because of all those stored paychecks could bankrupt the Disney brothers, if cashed in together.

So off they went to solve this problem. When they met the lady concerned and told her the entire story, she was totally unfazed and proceeded to do something quite surprising. She went ahead and ripped up all those paychecks. Walt Disney, on seeing this, instantly decided that she was the woman he wanted to marry. I might have mixed up a few details, but that's the gist of it, as far I recall.

It's a nice story, and quite romantic in hindsight. At that point of time, had I been in Walt Disney's shoes, I might've been worried. Hopelessly in love, but worried too. How could this woman just let all of that money go to waste? I would've been mortified to leave her alone with my finances, but then again, she probably would've used it better than me. 

Walt Disney faced a lot of failure before he became Disney. It takes a lot of guts to do that, which is just as well that I never was and will probably never be in his shoes. That kind of drive and determination is just insane. Not just Disney; several people faced difficulties and hurdles. 

I won't mention Edison here, primarily because he robbed Tesla of the recognition the latter so richly deserved. Lincoln is a good example here, I suppose. He lost over 30 elections, but never gave up. Then again, when someone loses just once in over 300 wrestling matches, 30 electoral losses seem like a piece of cake. I'm not joking here- Lincoln is actually in the Wrestling Hall of Fame. 

There's a video I saw a few years back, in 2018, I think. It was about all the things we could learn from Disney movies, and how they translated to real life. Basically, a dose of nostalgia while you're grappling with Life in a wrestling match. Here, Life is as great a wrestler as Lincoln, if not better. So yeah, quite a feeling. 

I know many people who've grown up watching Disney movies, and I'm fortunate to be one of them. Cinderella, Bambi, Aladdin, Alice in Wonderland, The Lion King- you name it, I've probably watched it. And not just watched it- memorized it, worshipped it and acted it all out. They're all wonderful movies. So are the new ones, but there's just too much real-life knowledge being given to enjoy it to the fullest. 

That's probably the best thing about the older movies. The way the lessons were there, but not as apparent as they are in a movie like Coco, or Moana. Don't get me wrong; I'm one of those people who will plonk for an animated movie even if there are a bunch of Marvel movies on. That's because I've watched Marvel already, but I can't watch enough of the animated ones. 

Of course, if it's a Captain America movie, I'll be hard-pressed to make a choice. But on the whole, I'll have to go with Disney, Pixar and Dreamworks. Don't ask me how I know that; it is what it is. However, if the choice is between a Marvel movie and any other movie, don't bother asking me. Marvel all the way. Unless it's Gladiator. Or Seabiscuit. 

There are a few movies I can watch anytime, which just can't be compared to Marvel. It wouldn't be fair to either group if I did. There's just one tiny thing I'll talk about before signing off for today. 

It does not matter what the situation is, or the scenario, or the choice is. If I was given the option to kill Peter, I'd do it without a second thought. I mean Peter Quill here, not Parker. Had you there for a second. I won't talk about the Infinity War moment, but the first Guardians movie? Come on, man. You're facing Ronan, who can turn you into a grease spot easy-peasy, and you choose to bust out your dance moves? Get a grip! Frankly, he's a gigantic pain, which is why my respect for Gamorra is at an all-time high. She tolerates that buffoon without sticking a knife through him, so that's superb self-control. 

Like I had promised, I tried to make it tiny. Given the fact that it's Peter Quill's idiocy I am talking about, the previous paragraph is definitely short. Stay safe, everybody. Adios!