rubykatewriting | "Everything we've ever done has led to this."

Saw POTC3 Saturday. People are catching onto the whole $5 movie before noon. The theater (and concession stand and parking lot) was packed for just shy of 11am. I am not happy about this.

Anyway, I loved the movie. Mom, too. It was a vast improvement over the second, but the second was a lot of set-up for the awesome payoff in the third. Most on my flist have mentioned everything else I loved (and my few quibbles), but I’ve seen a lack of talk with regards to the ending (this includes the scene following the credits). There’s a loophole in the whole heart-in-box, captain of The Flying Dutchman, thing. It was alluded to (vague as all fuck) in the scene between Tia Dalma (aka Calypso) and Davy Jones. The reason for his bitterness wasn’t so much that she wasn’t there, it was that if she had been there as promised, he would have been freed from captaining The Flying Dutchman. So Will and Elizabeth do end up with their happy ending after all, only delayed a decade. (This has been explained by the writers.)

This makes me happy. I actually called Mom as soon as I read that, and she was like, "YAY!" Yes, we’re Will/Elizabeth = OTP fangirls. We ended up watching the first two on Sunday, and I could actually make it through the scenes on The Flying Dutchman without gagging. (I have a THING about things growing out of people’s skin and that shit growing out of Boostrap’s face – I’M GETTING CHILLS JUST THINKING ABOUT IT – was too much on the big screen. I spent most of the second film more than a little nauseated.) *shudder* *twitch* *scratch*

And don't hate me, but I REALLY want to see Transformers. Sadly, it only has a tiny bit to do with the fact that Shia stars.

It rained all day yesterday. Like, when Mom flipped over to the Weather Channel at one point, our area was under the orange part of the storm. ALL DAY. RAIN. We didn’t get to have our Pho Bowls at Hot Wok. Max and Boo were in a mood, constantly whining to go out back, and when we’d open the door for them, rain splattering on the linoleum, they’d give us the eyes, as if we had any control over the weather. All in all a sucky-ass, if wonderfully lazy (didn’t get out of my jammies at all) day.