What a waste.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest was absolutely awful! Not only was it lacking in humor, but it was also badly constructed of various sea-related myths, with too many storylines. Also, why the heck was the crew of the Flying Dutchman weird human-sea animal hybrid-things?! What does that have to do with ANYTHING?

The story of the Flying Dutchman in actuality is rather interesting (and the opera is wonderful) but what kind of freak takes out their heart, survives, and keeps it in a chest, buried on some random island? Not even a pirate would do something so maniacal and stupid. Plus, the giant squid scenes were LAME. All you get to see are the tentacles, and every time the animal strikes, it's exactly the same as before.

Seriously. The screenwriter could have done such a better job with this movie. They completely wasted the wonderfully hilarious work done by the first Pirates movie on this second-rate roll of film. I hope the third one redeems this abomination.

Finished ranting.

P.S. I liked Commadore Norrington's part. What a sneaky, desperate man. Truly commendable. ;)

*Singing* Walking in a winter wonderlaaaaand...

Winter time in California can only be felt as it should be in the mountains. Hence, the wonderfulness of winter camp! Ah, the snow, so white and sparkly. Words cannot do justice to thy shimmering beauty! But with that comes the inevitable, the awful and downright uncomfortable cold. The shivering and chattering that I endured! And to think that I was born in the Midwest. What would all those people think of me now?

Kelsey: GAh! It's so cold! *shivers uncontrollably*

Midwesterner: What a nice, warm, winter day! It's so refreshing to have the sun out! And it's a balmy 35 degrees!

Kelsey: *gasps* W-w-w-what are you talking about? I can't feel my toes! DO YOU KNOW HOW WRONG THAT IS?!?!?!

Midwesterner: Silly you! I haven't felt my toes since late November. You get used to it.

Just in case you were wondering, camp was the most fun weekend I've had in quite a while. We (as in my dear friends from small group/church and I) went off-roading, trudged through white, fluffy snow, played Clue, went on a ropes course, and danced like no tomorrow at the "Blast From the Past" parrrrty. Why can't prom be like that? Almost everyone dressed in crazy outfits reminiscent of eras long (or not so long) past and danced and sang along to songs like "R.E.S.P.E.C.T." and "Sweet Child O' Mine".

*Sigh of satisfaction* How lovely!

January 9, 2007 9:48 pm, Kelsey's Desk

Laina and me. Hm. It's time for bed...

I have that Monkees song "Daydream Believer" stuck in my head.

The Way I See It #192

Many people lack a spiritual belief system and fill that void with obsessions about celebrities. The celebrities are raised to the rank of gods, and these earthly gods will always fail the expectations the masses have set for them. The cycle runs thusly: adoration turns to obsession, obsession turns to disappointment, and from disappointment it is just a short emotional jump to contempt.

- Donna Phillips, freelance writer

Courtesy of Mr. J. Fickle