Well, I haven't done a cinema post for quite a while, but as those of you who follow me on twitter know, that doesn't mean I haven't been piddling away the hours of my life in front of our television which often glows the exciting light of TCM. But when I'm in the mood for entertainment and TCM isn't showing a movie I particularly fancy, I've recently been clicking over to NBC online where you can watch full episodes of The Alfred Hitchcock hour!

It's a great resource for classic movie buffs, as most of us are also passionate admirers of the wry Hitchcock as well. His dry humor is evident at the beginning and end of every show as he presents the episode with quick wit and often off-color humor. I find this man, and everything his creative hand ever touched, to be quite fascinating. (P.S. Did you know that Alfred Hitchcock made a cameo appearance in almost every single film he ever made? His films are like the original Where's Waldo.)

To prove my Jimmy Stewart obsession- oh, and to present evidence that I did indeed used to be addicted to tanning and dressing like a hippie- Pictures of my 2005 pilgrimage to Indiana Pennsylvania to visit the Jimmy Stewart Museum and act (Who am I kidding, there was no acting. This is totally legit) like a crazy obsessed person and track down Jimmy Stewart’s boyhood home. It was rather strange seeing someone pull into his old driveway and take out the trash in the very same yard he used to play catch with his father. Really surreal.

Oh, and also… per reader request– a picture of me posing with the real life, not make-believe, Harvey. Oh my. The museum was awfully corny, but then, what Jimmy Stewart fan doesn’t appreciate a little heavy handedness now and then? If you are a fan of James, or Frank Capra, or old Hollywood nostalgia, or America, for that matter… you should definitely stop by. Especially if you live around Pennsylvania. Okay, I’ll tone down on the obsessive Jimmy Stewart postings for now…

Okay, I will admit it. Hunting for Easter eggs and engaging in epic candy swapping sessions with my cousins and our Easter baskets is a great memory from my childhood. But as a Christian, I can't help but think about how ridiculous the Easter traditions we practice really are.

I've been known to sometimes rant on the topic, but instead of ranting, I'm going to divulge to you a super secret Easter tradition of mine. It's just as silly as Easter eggs and Easter candy. I like to think of it as happily wedding Mr. Easter Bunny with the love of my life. James Stewart. Yes, my Easter tradition is watching the ridiculously silly Jimmy Stewart movie, Harvey.

The truth is, I really don't like this movie very much. But for some reason I always have to watch it. I think it's because I know it was Jimmy's personal favorite film and so I feel like I should like it too since, you know, we're BFFs and all.

In fact, one Spring I even made a pilgrimage to Indiana, Pennsylvania to the Jimmy Stewart museum and posed with a life sized (stuffed) Mr. Harvey. 'Tis true. Now you know all about my embarrassing Jimmy Stewart obsession and yearly Harvey watching tradition. Still friends?