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Silas7 braved the traffic Friday night to swing by Groton. There the Couch O' Doom swallowed his soul and rendered him almost unconscious for about half an hour. It was necessary to force a midori sour down his throat to revive him. The powerful elixir brought back to his senses, just in time for a delicious dinner worth of a captain. Jamaican jerk catfish, grilled vegetables in a miso sauce, and sweet sweet corn that melted in the mouth. Despite his protests to his hosts, he did indeed find room to eat one ear of corn.

He returns home, to undergo a transformation. Garbed in roguish black, he becomes the nefarious Capt. LongFingers, scourge of the Somerville seas. Traveling with him in his faithful ship the Silver Bullet were Commodore Cris and ladytatiana the sea gypsy. The band navigate the dark waters of Cambridge, their precious cargo of rum runners clinking in the belly of the ship. They skirted her Majesty's ships and made their way to Pirate's Cove, where a motley of buccaneer's and scallywags laid anchor to celebrate the birthdays of Cris and the Dred Pirate Heresiarch.

The revels continued late into the night. Booty was procured and shared among the pirates, many a glass of rum was poured down parched gullets, and plans were made to search for hidden gold. Dead men told no tales that night, but they certainly were popular. A few duels broke out, the most memorable between Captain LongFingers and the Dred Pirate Heresiarch. Her skill was a hook was legendary, as LongFingers found out.

The Silver Bullet left at the soul's midnight, delivering his crew to their respective ships. As he steered his ship towards home, he remarked on the splendor of the night, the excellence of the company, and the promise of more adventures in the days to come...

Deep Blue Seafood

Some things are best when shared with others. This applies to eating, and to watching bad movies. Good movies can be watched in company, but many a time you want to be silent and absorb the movie. Discussion comes afterwards. A bad movie requires that you talk during it. It demands it! You can air your disbelief at the things the actors say and do, the contrived twists and turns, and the gaping potholes of logic that you can do nothing except fall blithely into. Sometimes a movie will be epic in its badness, and it will earn your grudging or wholehearted respect. Deep Blue Sea is one of those movies. Lake Placid is not.

So Saturday was spent eating and sharing bad movies with others. I sat while the house slowly filled with the smells of garlic and butter, and the savory sauce simmering on the stove. Fish, shrimp, scallops, clams, and more fish swan one by one into the sauce. One by one the guests arrived, and at last we could eat. We sat under the low lighting, people eating fish, and watched movies about fish eating people. An enjoyable evening, but not one I'd care to recreate if we were watching, say, Aliens or Eight Legged Freaks.

Time destroys all things.

Sunday began the great cleaning project, and hanging out with M. Our usual ritual involves watching a movie and catching up on events in our lives. Many a time I'd talk with him about things that bother me, but as of late little is bothering me. We began to look through some promising entries at the video store (spun, gangs of new york, a kung fu vampire hunter movie) when I saw Irreversible on the shelves. I remembered Ta_Chang's and Cosmicserpants reviews of the movie. ("I'm glad I saw it. I never want to see it again.") At the time, I had absolutely no desire to see the movie at all. Now, I was curious again. Was it as bad as all that? We flipped a coin, Irreversible or Spun were the options.

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