pirates

Well then. The third Pirates of the Caribbean movie was extremely long. Also, I was under the impression that they originally signed for a five-parter instead of a trilogy. Perhaps some crack was smoked.

Anyway, after I sloshed myself out of the theater at 2:30am and drove back home I sat down and realized that the internet can be very lonely at this time of night. Webmasters aren't updating their sites, no one's on any buddy lists, and it's too late to work on any projects since you could very well pass out in the middle of it, or hate yourself because the sun is rising.

I'm also supposed to go to work with my mom today. Which she gets up for in about 3 hours.

Looking back, the few people who dressed up for the movie, be they scantily clad high schoolers or extremely scantily clad high schoolers, did a relatively good job on costuming. I ran into Jess, Teren, Crash, Judy and associated crew in front of Barnes and Noble before the movie, and they were proud to be wearing their handmade shirts each gel-penned with pirates quotes. As harmless as it was, it made me feel really old. Most of them were older than myself and some have even graduated college. At this point, I realized I was having a quasi-midlife crisis. Am I too old to think those shirts were childish? Will I ever be so pumped about a movie that I'd dress up for the premiere again?

I promptly slapped myself for forgetting the crappy comic-turned-movies and new Anime episodes I feel like a five-year-old about.

I feel that some people might think that I'm oblivious or distracted because I have a bad attention problem. This is partly true. But, it's not really because of a chemical imbalance or strong impatience. I think it's because I think way too much. I'm always in a chess game against the world around me and I have to stop myself from making a move I planned on making after a few turns went by.

See what I mean?

I think, therefore, I blog.