spoofmaster

Mmkay, so there are a few things on my mind...but first, I did make those icons and write those ficlets tonight. Only two of each.

For

gundamkiwi, common sense:

For

boz4pm, Monty Python:

And now, the ficlet/drabble thingummers:

Isabel remembered the young man for many years. She didn’t remember him for his looks or for the crew he was with—Captain Black was rumored to have one of the best ships in the Caribbean, true, but he was nothing more than basically capable.

No, she remembered Jack Sparrow for his big mouth. Hardly had he tasted his drink before he started boasting—not only of wild things he claimed to have already done in his short time as the newest crew member of the Black Pearl, but of things he said would inevitably come.

“I’ll be captain of the ship within two years,” he had bragged to her. Isabel had just shaken her head and gone on to the others. She had better things to do than listen to foolish young buccaneers.

The world fades with each step, the audience shrinking away beneath him as he makes his deliberate way up the ladder. Up here, the confusion lifts and his head clears. There is no stress, no debt…no divorce. Halfway up now, there is little but him and the audience left, the hundreds of eyes staring up at him with awe or disdain. He looks back dispassionately for a moment before focusing once more on his climb, and soon, they, too, fade away. By the time he reaches the top, it is only himself and the wire. The remnants of what was once fear in his younger days stir in his belly for a fleeting moment…then he steps through the air, and his world is nothing but balance.

By the way, Boz, your story had me stuck all week. Heheh.

In other news, I'm almost done with working at the daycare. The kids really aren't so bad...they've been behaving surprisingly well for the most part, though today I had the one who tends to wander in my group on the trip, and that's always just ever so fun. We went and picked strawberries today, and you wouldn't believe how good they tasted. I just have to get up obscenely early tomorrow for the resevoir trip, and then Friday's a shorter day for me and we'll just take the kids around to meet their teachers. After that, I have a week off and then glorious school.

I watched The Cherry Orchard tonight and was bored out of my mind. Fortunately, I hardly paid any attention to it at all until Mom came home and helped me MST it. We decided that it needed some monster action, and were amused by the Scottish Russians. Seriously...Gerry Butler didn't even make an effort to change his accent. I still love that he spends about half his screen time wearing both a belt and a pair of suspenders. It reminds me of Once Upon a Time in the West. "You can't even trust your own pants!"

Seriously, though, I bet the suspenders were there to keep him from taking his shirt off. Better still, though--his name was misspelled in the credits. It said Gerald instead of Gerard.