yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me
07.17.03 @ 2:10 a.m.
Today I went to see The Pirates of the Carribean with Andrew, Amy, Martha, and Jenny. I rather liked it, and quite frankly I adored Johnny Depp's character. I like Captain Jack's drunken staggering about. I am, however, confused as to why the monkey was also cursed. Hmmm. And, I must admit, I kind of understand the Legolas-love, which has been my mental term for Orlando Bloom fandom for a while now. But, oh my lord! We were like the only people in the whole theatre who were LAUGHING. These people had no souls! Admittedly, some of the stuff we were laughing at was either quite subtle or not intentionally funny, but most of the time it was just subtle. Jeez, people!
Amy said on the phone this morning (she'd already seen the movie) that she thought Captain Jack was either drunk through the whole movie or gay, from the way he sashayed about. I prefer to think 'delightfully eccentric.' And I hear tell that his lovely hairstyle was copied from Keith Richards. So rock on, there.
We spent the rest of the evening at the newly 24-hour-ized local Starbucks. I actually bought a drink this time, an iced tea which is not exactly what I wanted (Andrew ordered for me both to exploit his employee discount and because I was showing Martha where the payphone was in Barnes & Noble) but it was good. Needed lemon, but I couldn't find any. There, we did Martha's rock history homework, which was to write a Sex Pistols-esque song and a Beatlesesque song. The Sex Pistols one had to go verse verse chorus verse chorus verse chorus chorus. We wrote (I did a lot of the good lines myself, to toot my own horn, but Andrew came up with the killer first couplet) a little ditty called "Stranger Danger." I believe the chorus was something like this:
Stranger Danger, Stranger Danger
Don't try to touch me there
Stranger Danger, Stranger Danger
I'm not going back to your lair.
I think one of my good lines was "Hey don't try to trick me man, / I'm not getting in your windowless van." Other lines involved being asked to look for a lost dog and the last verse exhorted kids to tell potential molesters to 'piss off you stupid git.' Or bloody git, I forget which. Since it was supposed to be Sex Pistols, we tried to British it up. I think it was dynamite, myself. The Beatley song was a love song from a guy to a photo of a girl he saw in the newspaper. The girl's name was Pebbles and was, in fact, inspired by the escort ads in the back of Willamette Week, particularly one for a Shemale named Pebbles who the others recognized as the one that kissed Allayne at the drag show (the one I wasn't invited to that got me super pissed at Amy). The whole thing was way easier than I thought it would be.
And it looks like we're dyeing my hair on Saturday.
Now, time for bed and I have such a killer headache.
Previously
fuck it @ 08.01.05
fanciful imaginary sea voyages to come @ 07.20.05
*dies* @ 07.19.05
more ootp @ 07.17.05
harry potter: driving our children into devil worship @ 07.17.05
