Thursday, August 6, 2009

febre da cabine

I hate sitting around all day.

I hate it so so so much that I'm now going to say this in the blogger language of yelling:


This recovery from my traumatic appendix happenstance and surgery has been as slow as molasses.

Make that molasses that's been frozen in the deep freezer that my family inherited from my grandma. Covered in more molasses. Then sat in rush hour traffic. In L.A. Traffic which is being guided by the same lady who used to direct traffic for my elementary school (that lady was made of pure spitfire... I still remember that temper. I have never ran through a crosswalk again...).

I have cabin fever... and yes, the cabin fever that normally only infects piratical furry puppets and Tim Curry.

I think that the Portuguese sub-titles really make this video different than the first 56 times watching this movie.

1 comment:

  1. I love how in the very next scene, Polly the Lobster and Clueless Morgan have the following verbal exchange in the confines of the brig:

    Clueless Morgan: "Wh-wh-what was that that just happened?"

    Polly: "What are you talking about?"

    Clueless Morgan: "That song that just happened... you know. 'Cabin Fever! AAAAAAH!"

    It makes me LOLIRL every time.