That pretty much sums it up, actually. I can't believe Chicago was a week ago. I also can't believe I was so addled when I got back that I thought it was April (see below). (That might be the Nyquil talking.) (A lot of things I write in the next few days might be the Nyquil talking.) So I caught M-O-O-N-that-spells-worldwide-plague at the BT show, lol. Was it worth it? Bet your ass.
Pictures up by tomorrow morning or I'm throwing myself on Ed's mercy and hitting up NorgerNet for hostage. (Hee...I meant host-age; I'm sure you know that, but still...) Libya's Birthday Bashx0r was Saturday night. Chuck, Rhys, Lucas, Bass, Keiran, Marshall, Brandy, Birthday Bitch, and Your Humble Narrator. We all got hyped up on Mexican food, beat the hell out of each other in the swimming pool, then sat around drinking beer and calling each other assholes. I bet Marshall's still got marks up his back.
See Pirates of the Caribbean or perish. It's absolutely aces; no lies. It's Johnny Depp chanelling a drunk and be-opiated Tim Burton. Only better. It's goddamned gangbusters; it's Christmas and Halloween and every night in June when school's in a galaxy far, far away; and it's finally, finally, a pirate flick to be reckoned with, a movie that damps your Underoos and rocks the whole house down, then lights up a ciggy and flicks the ashes at your cat. It's number one at the box office, and it takes a bit of the sting out of L"X"G. Bravo. Also: possible shout-outs to South Carolina as the End Of The World and Muppet Treasure Island!! Oodelally!!
Bruck, this absolves you from several sins against humanity (Armageddon), sailor, but you've still got Pearl Harbor to atone for, so don't sleep so easy just yet there, buttercup. (Bruckercup.) God don't forget that shit, and neither do I.
Gore...umm...I slept through The Mexican, and I'm really worried that you apparently were connected with The Time Machine, but after this? Say the word and I'll be your sweet, sweet bitch forever and a day. Promise.
Hans?? Hans?!?!? That can't be you in those credits, right? What does "producing" mean, exactly? Still and all, the score (I should, by all rights, call it a soundtrack) performed an ugly task well--hyping up the audience during swordfights between characters who can't die. Well played, young man.
Drinking game in the works. To be continued.
Currently reading: Nothing. I'm too sick to do the NYT crossword at work, let alone lift that fourteen-pound Harry Potter to my quivering eye-bawls.
Last movie seen: Pirates of the Caribbean
Posted by Nastinchka at July 14, 2003 08:38 PM