TV Hypnosis

I watched most of the Red Sox — Braves game on TV tonight. It has been rain­ing vir­tu­ally all night in Bean­town. Some­times hard and some­times light, but every time you are look­ing at the TV screen you see the rain com­ing down. So when I get up to use the restroom or swap the clothes from the washer to the dryer between innings, I am shocked that I don’t see rain out the win­dows of my house.

Bar­bossa: First, your return to shore was not part of our nego­ti­a­tions nor our agree­ment, so I must do nothin’. And sec­ondly, you must be a pirate for the Pirate’s Code to apply, and you’re not. And thirdly, the Code is more what you’d call “guide­lines” than actual rules. Wel­come aboard the Black Pearl, Miss Turner.

I got sucked in to watch­ing “Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl” this after­noon. I own the DVD and can watch it in widescreen glory any­time and I never seem to pop it in the player, but if I stum­ble on to it play­ing on the TV I’m glued to it. I just hope next year’s “Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest” if half as good as this one was.