July 10th, 2003

Dr. Bunny

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE MATIES!

Question number five from The Spark's Bitch Test:

If you were working on a pirate ship, what would you most likely be?
a. the captain
b. the first mate
c. the buccaneer
d. pregnant


Screw cowboys, I want a pirate to come take me away!! Pirates of the Caribbean rocked my ever loving world. Was it hokey? Yup. Was it predictable? Uh-huh. Did it have wonderful fight scenes plus two major hot actors? YOU BET YOUR SWEET BOOTY IT DID!!! My God, Johnny Depp was a WONDERFUL pirate, I don't think anybody else could have played Jack Sparrow with the same flair and insanity as he did. Oh yeah, and Orlando did well too.

Actually, it was rather fun to look at the two actors next to each other. Depp seemed at ease with himself and his character, while Orlando seemed a bit stiff, perhaps he was still in the formality of Lord of the Rings. Orlando is a young actor who hasn't had very many lead roles. In some ways, he seemed too much "Legolas" and not enough "Will Turner". Meanwhile, seasoned actor Depp just had waaay to much fun with his character. I mean, he reeeeeeeeeeeeally got into it. He reminded me a bit of Kevin Kline in Pirates of Penzance. The same cocky attitude that all pirate kings need. And Johnny Depp is SO a pirate king (hurrah for the pirate king, hurrah for the pirate king).

The only part I couldn't stand was the end. I actually had a loud outburst as the credits started rolling that Ted said to be one of the best lines he'd heard all night. Of course, the ending does make for sequels to happen, but still....

Oh, and if my pirate ship had Johnny Depp on it, I think my answer would be d....
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My table is set, won't you come join me?

I have been devouring books this summer. I've turned to them like any other comfort food helping me to forget the horrible job market situation and the loneliness I feel.

One after another I eat them, consume them. I can feel the words digest in my stomach and filter through my body giving me the nutrients I need to live. I lick the dripping sentences off my fingers and wipe away stray words from the corners of my lips.

Different authors have different tastes. Terry Pratchett is ice cream, and each of the different disc world catagories has a different flavor. The witches are mint, the Wizards are strawberry, the Guards are Rocky Road, and Death/Susan is Cookie Dough.

Sometimes I'm not in the mood for ice cream, but a darker dessert, and for that I turn to Neil Gaiman, who is the darkest of all dark chocolates. When I bite into his books, it feels like slipping into a hot bath, goosebumps cover my body and I sink into bliss.

And then there's Brautigan, wonderful wonderful Brautigan. He is my watermelon, my juicy juciy watermelon. He covers my mouth and hands with sugary drippings, sticking on me for the whole day. I sit on my stoop at night and spit out his words like seeds, pi-tew, pi-tew, pi-tew. I've got good distance these days.

I see that look in your eyes again, and I hear the strain in your voice. you don't think I'm a writer, you don't think I'm good enough. You're too polite to tell it to me, but I can tell. And yes, I may not have the glamourous style of the real world, my words do not fall into prose, and so what if I turn to fantasy? It's my style, and I never said I was writing for you.
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