The other day’s entry about a certain comic hero on my Diet Dr. Pepper got me to thinking…
*snap, snap, snap, snap….*
Remember that!! Catchy.
So I was all like, “Well, that was fun enough. Good song. That’ll be funny. Now I’m gonna go to bed. But first….”
You can practically hear the difference in layers of clothing. This is gonna be one of those things I wake up tomorrow and wince, about having done.
“I’m a boarder – no fancy pants
but still ILL Mitch can do a dancy dance
if ladies fans have a foxy leg
ILL Mitch beat, beat, beat it like a boxing bag
Two guys fans “Hey let’s go to lunch”
Oh that guy want to fight don’t look at me punch”
The 2003 Peter Pan movie is fun. I wish it was the only one I’d ever seen. With Disney out of the way, it could be a little more cruel and romantic, like it was intended. (Captain Hook walks up to a fairy and says, “I don’t believe in fairies,” and it drops dead. That kinda thing.)
That story stirs mixed emotions, in me – the allure of the dark pirate, the jealousy of the female fairy, Peter Pan’s anti-feelings being his “greatest pretend”… And by the end…you get it. I’d walk away from Never Never Land, too, if it meant I’d never be with my parents, again.