TV Hypnosis

I watched most of the Red Sox – Braves game on TV tonight. It has been raining virtually all night in Beantown. Sometimes hard and sometimes light, but every time you are looking at the TV screen you see the rain coming down. So when I get up to use the restroom or swap the clothes from the washer to the dryer between innings, I am shocked that I don’t see rain out the windows of my house.

Barbossa: First, your return to shore was not part of our negotiations nor our agreement, so I must do nothin’. And secondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate’s Code to apply, and you’re not. And thirdly, the Code is more what you’d call “guidelines” than actual rules. Welcome aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner.

I got sucked in to watching “Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl” this afternoon. I own the DVD and can watch it in widescreen glory anytime and I never seem to pop it in the player, but if I stumble on to it playing on the TV I’m glued to it. I just hope next year’s “Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest” if half as good as this one was.