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So, the dh and I went to see Alice in Wonderland on Friday afternoon. It felt a little like cutting class, sneaking out in the middle of the afternoon to go to the movies. Guess I haven't quite gotten used to my time being my own yet, but then I've only been unemployed for three weeks. Give it time, I say! :-)

Ahem. So, we went to see Alice, choosing to see it at the Cinebarre in downtown so we could eat lunch while we enjoyed the movie. Thankfully, the Cinebarre wasn't showing it in 3D. Movies in 3D are completely wasted on me--I always feel like a director has opted for a gimmick rather than making the effort to make a better movie, but hey, that's just me.

I don't think what I have to say is very spoilery, but I'll put this under a cut, just in case.

The look of Alice had the typical Tim Burton stamp: lovely and odd at the same time. And Johnny Depp was, as always, mesmerizing to watch. Unfortunately, those were the only good things about the movie. The plot felt unfinished, or at the very least, poorly thought out. It was as if they thought they had this incredible world to play in and at the last minute realized they needed to tell an actual, you know, story. Too bad, really, because it was an incredible world and they didn't do it justice.

The only character I ended up caring about was the Mad Hatter (Johnny Depp). His was the story that should have been told. I want to know what happened to him. Why the hell did Alice leave him to return to a world she obviously cared little for? Talk about a tacked on ending. I would have respected the movie a lot more if they'd had Alice decide to remain in Wonderland--talk about taking a real risk!


Oh well. It was a pleasant way to pass an afternoon. And I'm glad I got to see Johnny Depp's Mad Hatter. That, at least, was worth the price of admission.

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Everybody's On The Phone

Jimmy Buffett

Message in a bottle
Rhythm of a drum
Smoke signals and telegraphs made the airways hum

But that's all ancient history
Like clogs and Lincoln Logs
Now we're living like the Jetsons in a wacked wireless fog

Talkin' squawkin' hawkin'
Who knows if anybody's getting through

Toasters talk to Crackberries
Boston to Bombay
Teenage schemes as Ma Bell dreams
And minutes tick away

We act like crazy people
Talking to ourselves
Crashing cars for conversation
Still that shit flies off the shelves
The Information Superhighway's crawling like an LA traffic jam

Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From Pizza Boy to Socialite
We all salute the satellite
Won't you text me with the master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone

Do you remember dialing up
Yes, I remember well
Now I can't go anywhere without my sacred cell

I think that I might die if I miss anything at all
Text me, send me email, link me up, give me a call
I'm A.D.D on AOL and trying to read the writing on the wall

Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From Pizza Boy to Socialite
We all salute the satellite
Won't you text me with the master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone

Now I'm a real jungle jumper
I'm a Megahertz Man
I swing from tree to tree on the very latest plan
On the download in the dropout zones
In every major city 'cross the land
I got Bob Marley on my ringtone
Get up Stand up
Reach out Touch somebody Man

Everybody's on the phone
So connected and all alone
From Pizza Boy to Socialite
We all salute the satellite
Won't you text me with the master plan
You're loud and clear but I don't understand
I'm a digital explorer in analog roam
And everybody's on the phone

I'm a digital explorer in an analog foam
And everybody's on the phone

written by Jimmy Buffett/Peter Mayer/Roger Guth/Will Kimbrough

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