Joshua Gizelt (swashbuckler332) wrote,
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Light at the End of the Tunnel...

I managed to get quite a lot done yesterday, and I'm pretty happy about that. At least now I can attack all of this Bar Mitzvah stuff for Zach without schoolwork hanging over my head. I've made myself completely available to my mother today and tomorrow. All I have to do is pick up a set of black socks and get a haircut sometime before Saturday.

My goals:
1. Keep mom from tearing off Grandma's head.
2. Keep mom from tearing off Zach's head.
3. Keep mom from tearing off Steven's head.
4. Keep mom from tearing off her in-laws' heads.
5. Keep mom from tearing off her own head.

As long as I can keep those things order, then I think that the Bar Mitzvah will go off without a hitch.




You Are A Realistic Romantic


You are more romantic than 70% of the population.






It's easy for you to get swept away by romance...
But you've done a pretty good job keeping perspective.
You're still taken in by love poems and sunsets
You just don't fall for every dreamy pick up line!




Your Penis Name is: Free Willy






Movie Quote of the Week

Jaws



Quint

Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into her side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte. We'd just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half-hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that in the water, Chief? You can tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know, was that our bomb mission was so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin' by, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. It was sorta like you see in the calendars, you know the infantry squares in the old calendars like the Battle of Waterloo and the idea was the shark come to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and sometimes that shark he go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark looks right at ya. Right into your eyes. And the thing about a shark is he's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... 'til he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all your poundin' and your hollerin' those sharks come in and... they rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks there were, maybe a thousand. I do know how many men, they averaged six an hour. Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boson's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. He bobbed up, down in the water, he was like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist. At noon on the fifth day, a Lockheed Ventura swung in low and he spotted us, a young pilot, lot younger than Mr. Hooper here, anyway he spotted us and a few hours later a big ol' fat PBY come down and started to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened. Waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water. 316 men come out, the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

I can think of any number of things much more terrifying than sharks except when watching this scene.


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This is my mother's old ass Mac, and it isn't fast enough to keep up with my typing. I constantly have to re-read what I've written not just for proofreading, but to make sure that thr ae no mssing ltrs.
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