I actually quite enjoy Talk Like a Pirate Day, in theory and usually in practice. Hearty chuckles, throaty growls, and the occasional “shiver me timbers” are all fine with me. However, I have a co-worker whose voice makes the “This is Only a Test” squawk you hear on late-night TV sound melodious, and this individual announced with much glee this morning the commencement of this holiday. Arrrggg! Shut up!!! I wish I could make him walk the plank…or as another co-worker suggested, just beat him with the plank. J I’m not in the greatest mood to begin with today, so that’s definitely not helping!
The DH and I went to another movie at Film Streams last night. We saw “Ghosts of Cité Soleil”, a documentary about two brothers who were gang leaders in the ghetto of Port-au-Prince during the time of Haitian president Aristide’s ouster (2004-timeframe). It was magnificent. There are at a minimum 3 more movies I want to see there in the coming weeks, and that will just get us into October! I figure it will take 12.5 movie tickets to break even on the price of my membership ($50 membership, but as a member tickets are only $4 versus the regular admission price of $8), so I’m about a quarter of the way there already. If we see enough movies, I’m sure the DH won’t be opposed to a family membership next time around. I absolutely love this theater – have I mentioned that yet? Other than the slight mix-up before “Naked Lunch” last week (being sent to the wrong theater – but didn’t end up missing anything), it has been fabulous. And they even recycle! They have a bin for aluminum-plastic-paper right outside each theater. J
The movie, although brilliant and engrossing, was also very disturbing because it made you realize just how sheltered most Americans are from what happens in the rest of the world. I mean,