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Okay, so I was poking around the movie server, looking for something to watch, and lo and behold there were all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. It's been a good long while since I saw Black Pearl, and maybe we're cool with Depp again? Whatever, I figured I'd go ahead and watch the first ten minutes or so, because Cap'n Jack Sparrow's entrance remains one of them great cinematic moments.

Holy shit, it turns out this movie holds up!

There's a fully unnecessary dudes-in-dresses bit, and the whole corset drama in the beginning is just painfully inaccurate¹ but the movie is full of swagger, good expressions, flashy swordfights, and grand heroics. I knew that I had the remnants of a desperate crush on Sparrow (and they're still there, mostly buried deep and vestigial at this point), and I'm pleased to report that Will is still way _way_ more boring than his love interest, but uh...when did Barbossa get hot?

(Is it the retrospect of knowing he comes back in the rest of the trilogy and becomes a good guy? Is it just getting old enough to develop a thing for Geoffrey Rush?)

Meanwhilst, Norrington really is the only damn grown-up in this movie, with the exception of him being a total dick to Jack at the beginning. I would like him to get scruffy now plz, and I recognize that I have to wait until the second movie for that. And yes, he is Also Hot Now but I think I've known that.

It is a crime Annamaria didn't get her own movies.

Anywho, it's something kinda neat to rewatch something that was _so_ deeply a part of my childhood but also _so_ totally not in my current zeitgeist anymore. I remembered many of the beats as they happened, but had only a vague recollection of the overall plot. Good times!

And yes, dear slash-happy past Kat, obviously I sniggered when Will declared that his place was between Sparrow and Norrington. Because it so is, you sweet little twink.

~Sor
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1: Look, like plenty of the movie is historically inaccurate I am sure, but a corset is equivalent to a good bra and ain't no one fainting because their bra was too tight.

So, here's what my life has been the last n weeks.

*I graduated. This was apparently a big deal or something.

*I took, and as of two days ago, passed my MTELs. Now I can get my teacher's license and get a job or something.

*I am currently in Atlanta. Two days of rest and relaxation with Sparr and the various folks around his living space, and then he and I go up to Columbus, OH on Wednesday for Origins.

*I helped my family move from Columbia MD to Park Ridge (just north of Chicago) IL. This involved driving for about six hours on Tuesday (mom drove the other half.)

*I drove my little sister to and from her college orientation at Hiram college. This involved driving for about six hours on Thursday and Saturday. No mom to help. On the plus side, I own a lot of music, and some of it she likes.

*I spent last weekend in Layfayette Georgia in order to go to my very first burn. Burns are hippie festivals; Burning Man is the best-known example. It was really quite fun, and I enjoyed running around the woods surrounded by hippies, and watching various people perform various arts, and learning things, and posing for photographs and jumping on the trampoline and etc. Also, there was fire, and it was fantastic. Alsoalso, I got to see in passing Amber, who is bright and sunny and really likes me and seems to want me to move to Atlanta almost as badly as Sparr does. She makes me smile a lot.

*I might make a real post about that one.

*Oh, also I went to Balticon a couple weeks ago. I slept in a car, and hung out with old friends and new friends, and again played less werewolf than usual, and broke my JungleSpeed totem (okay, technically Braffy broke it...) and wound up giving kisses to a gorgeous woman with fantastic pink hair, and flirted with the pervy artist, and in general it was all quite good. And like last year, it was a completely significant-other-free con. Which is a little strange, but mostly very freeing --the first time I went to Balticon, I went without my partner, and I kinda really like not being responsible for anyone else's happiness at the con. Not that I don't love being with my partners at cons, you understand --I do love it, very much-- but once a year...I'll gladly take the vacation from feeling responsible for other people's happiness. Because I am responsible, some, no matter how hard I try not to be. At least for my boys.

*Alys graduated high school. Go her!

*This is the first 750words entry I've made in twelve days, and the third this month. Please whine at me to do this. I won't be able to during Origins, but I should at least get my act together the week after, and once I'm back in Boston.

*Looking to get back in Boston somewhere around the fourth. Hoping to spend a night in NYC with...someone. Need to talk to relevant someones and see who has a couch and wants me to sleep on it. (I mean, I also have friends in the city who have couches that I can sleep on, but if I have people who actively want me as houseguest, I'll strive for that first.)

*Week after Origins is Girl Scout Day Camp. This might be my last year, but if you volunteer as an adult for five years, you get a pretty volunteer pin. And next year would be year five. So yeah, MD peeps, I might be looking for crash-space a random week in July or June 2012.

*I dodged the sunburn from camping in the middle of fuckyou Georgia all weekend (I hate the weather here, does it show), but the trade off is that I think I might have some poison ivy on my arm, and I certainly have bugbites everywhere. Still, that doesn't cause cancer, so I'm okay with this. I did my best to keep Sparr and Sarena sunscreened (two of my three campmates --Joe is a redhead and so did a very good job of keeping his pasty self covered) too, and I think it mostly worked.

*Made foodstuff with Sparr earlier --potatos and eggs such to put into breakfast burritos. Was good! Also, I made the mistake of asking Bethany how many people I should cook for (since she is the normal cook hereabouts) and she answered "sixteen".

I did not cook for sixteen people, because Christ, how would I?

That's all for now.

~Sor
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(Okay, so, for a very long time now, I've known that MOOP is a burner term meaning Matter Out Of Place --probably learned it less than two years after I coined the term as my own personal word. Holy shit though, people actually use it, like all the time. It's how the burner community refers to trash, or to the action of leaving trash "Yeah, I was MOOPing all over the place last night, I should clean up" or "Jeeze, who left all this MOOP at our campsite."

The weekend was _so weird_ for that alone.)

Quote of the day:

( Cut to protect the ears of the innocent )

In other news, I gave blood, the ketchup revolution is over, and I am going to go hang out in the bar now.

~Sor
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Edited to protect the names of the innocent, and it's not like I know THAT MANY people who have that sort of interest, anyway.