( smack ! )
Now, then! Where doth be
yon master's gold stashed?
 
 
Thou doth naught wish to speak,
I take it? (smack !) How doth
thou liketh them apples?
 
 
Now, tell me! ( smack ! )
Speak, damn you! ( smack ! )
Speak, I bellow forth unto thee!
( smack , smack , crash ! )
 
 
Hark! That bastard be a rightly pain tolerant son-of-ye-bitch! Methinks the inquisition
naught be going as planned?
 
Nay! He doth take the beating
with eyes closed!
Perhaps he be passed out
from the intoxicated state
in which I hath discovered him?
 
Why didst thou not
tell me this earlier!?
Though I naught question yon
interrogation techniques,
I know better than to interrupt
an interrogation involving
the spaking of a bare ass.
 
 
 
January 7th, 2004

e wandered over to Universal's CityWalk and, after a dinner at Hard Rock Café, bought tickets to see Ocean's 12. I must say, I rather enjoyed it. You can't really say it's better than the original or not -- because it picks up where the first movie left off. Such as it was from The Bourne Identity to The Bourne Supremacy -- and what will be The Bourne Ultimatum. I'm a big fan of movies like that. It gives a nice, continuous feel. A bigger plot. There's more story.

Don't get me wrong -- the Indiana Jones series kicked ass. But, you know you giggled madly when Indy assured Elsa the painting on the wall in the sewer system was the Ark of the Covenant.

I was pleasantly surprised to see the return of Scott L. Schwartz, in what was probably the quickest cameo appearance by a repeat character.