I want to start an internet website that is devoted to pirating Disney pirate movies. Why? You foolishly ask, knowing it will result in a long, and impossibly unfunny monologue?
Because it's possibly ironic, depending on how you understand the concept! I'd also like to see the lawsuit.
"Stop pirating our pirate movies, you dirty thief!"
"What? The movies that encouraged me to steal, rape, and plunder and rob, not to mention thieve and noddle and cob? Make up your mind! Is it good or bad to be a pirate!? Lolzz!1!"
I will call it "Captain Long John Jack Sparrow's Treasury of Pirate Fun and Disney Movies" and I will use their logos without permission. Also, I will include pirate recordings from Gilbert and Sullivan's productions, but not the filthy crudola that isn't Disney or D'Oyly Carte.
The lengthy legal proceedings will make for good watching, and that's how I'll make my fortune. If you pirate that, I will hunt you to the ends of the world, where we might fall off into upside-down neverland, if sources are to be trusted, AND WHY NOT, DISNEY IS HONEST AND TRUSTWORTHY, right? If they aren't, then their legal standing will be shaky, to say the least, and goofy, to make a painful and pointless, but perfectly played pun.
Yo ho ho and a bootleg DVD or two!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Novel III
"No need," Dr. Spaulding pointed out, "sensors indicate the intruders are retreating. Isn't that right girl?"
Dr. Spaulding's dog nodded in agreement, her ears twitching, searching for the sound of intruders.
"I've got a pile of new gadgets for you to test on your next run."
Brick eyed the pile with some interest, but nothing beat the security of his .45 revolver and his trusted damascus blade. Dr. Spaulding's inventions sometimes came in handy, but they weren't terribly reliable in 'real world' situations when hostiles were closing in hard and fast and you had no time to read the labeling.
The hum of the dog food can opening laser perked the dog's ears up, and she trotted over, her nails clicking on the flagstone floor. She nuzzled Brick's hand briefly, and then sneezed slightly when the scent of gun oil reached her brain.
Dr. Spaulding shifted a number of levers, and an array of pulleys and ropes leapt to life above their heads.
Dr. Spaulding's dog nodded in agreement, her ears twitching, searching for the sound of intruders.
"I've got a pile of new gadgets for you to test on your next run."
Brick eyed the pile with some interest, but nothing beat the security of his .45 revolver and his trusted damascus blade. Dr. Spaulding's inventions sometimes came in handy, but they weren't terribly reliable in 'real world' situations when hostiles were closing in hard and fast and you had no time to read the labeling.
The hum of the dog food can opening laser perked the dog's ears up, and she trotted over, her nails clicking on the flagstone floor. She nuzzled Brick's hand briefly, and then sneezed slightly when the scent of gun oil reached her brain.
Dr. Spaulding shifted a number of levers, and an array of pulleys and ropes leapt to life above their heads.
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