This is all Dine's fault.

Well, sort of. She's been trying to tempt me into getting a LJ for ages. And then she went and corrupted my girlfriend (er... by convincing HER to get a LJ, not in any more carnal sense) so I had to play, too. So now any who so choose can be distracted by my meanderings. And I'm feeling all nostalgic for the days of Bindlechat.

Anyhow. After frittering away my evening hunting down pirate-type MP3s (folk, filk, and otherwise) instead of doing the various and sundry household type stuff I'd planned, further plans for the evening involve ice cream and watching Sleepy Hollow.

Ever since we went to see Pirates of the Caribbean (and I spent the last half of Animethon wandering about informing everyone that "dead men tell no taaaaaales...") I've been reminded of how cool Johnny Depp is. Especially in Tim Burton movies. Chocolat is also in the to-be-watched pile, but that one needs really good (what else?) chocolate first.

Ice cream with fresh raspberries and people getting their heads chopped off call. Er. Not that the two are directly related or anything.

I lied...

It wasn't raspberries and vanilla ice cream. It was vanilla ice cream with blueberries and just the slightest smidgen of spiced rum. (And the fact that there was a PIRATE! on the bottle was pointed out to me. Nobody in this household is on a PotC kick, me maties. Arrr.)

Barb just read me a fic warning. RPS, sure. Slash, duh. Angst and death, okayyy, but... cannibalism??? Ah. A plane crash in the mountains. Uh-HUH. Did I mention they all happen to be in full costume at the time?

Meanwhile, bed awaits. If that RPS doesn't give me fic-indigestion nightmares, that is.