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The 100th Musing.

2004-02-15 - 7:30 p.m.

Yes, kids, it's Mirabile Visu's 100th Diaryland Entry!

It's been 176 days since my "inaugural murmur," which means that by my calculation I suck roughly 43% of the time. If I were one of those tortured also-ran web-poet diarists, I'd be at my 500th entry by now and my black website would be the stuff of blog-legend. And I'd suck much more like 98% of the time. If I were one of those up-to-the-minute-coverage-of-nothing-much-at-all video-gamer-netizen bloggers posting hourly remarks about, alternately, electronics and the latest hella good deal I got on eBay*, I might by now have posted as many as 4,224 entries and caused the sheer bulk of my suck to spill over into neighbouring diaries.

(* It occurs to me that the great beast Vanamundi is in many respects just this sort of blogger.**)

(** He's lying, incidentally -- Arbusto and I did not go out shopping together for pants. I'm sure -- absolutely sure -- that I would remember this if it had happened.)

Now then, where was I?

Ah yes, the 100th entry.

Regrettably, I had no great fanfare planned for the occasion. I didn't even know I was about to make my 100th posting until I glanced at my profile today and discovered I had 99 entries so far. Now I feel called upon to do something all razzle-dazzle and whatnot, but I haven't anything. It might be tempting about now, if I'd been only one of several posters here at Mirabile Visu, to whip up something like the cheap-to-produce retrospective episodes sitcoms like the Cosby Show became so famous for in the 80s -- but everything I've said so far is linked at your left, and none of it was so spectacularly interesting the first time around anyway -- and besides, you'd see right through it when I copy-and-pasted things like the bit where Claire found a joint in Theo's schoolbooks or the time Rudy was afraid of the snake in the basement. "Guy's got a contract to ride out, huh?"

But I have no contract, so my plan instead is to make this...

...are you ready...

...JUST ANOTHER MIRABILE VISU ENTRY!!!

(cue something by, oh I don't know, Grieg maybe)

A few nights ago Goddess and I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl at long last, no doubt to calm the rolling boil of our popular-culture panic at the realization that we were the only two people left on the planet who hadn't seen it. A few observations:

- Johnny "Oil of Olay" Depp clearly has a pact with the fucking devil. I wonder, will he age all at once someday and make up for lost time? Will he be standing before the Academy accepting an Oscar for somethingorother at the age of 55 or so and suddenly spontaneously wither, dessicate, and collapse in a heap of dust and bones like Julian Glover at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade?

- Geoffrey Rush was fantastic as absolutely always despite hitting us for two hours with the most conventional sort of "yar, avast!" piratespeak. (He's clearly a respectably educated man.)

- Keira Knightley, a young actress you might remember as one of the Queen's decoys in Star Wars Episode One: The Phantom Menace if you hadn't spent the entirety of that film looking away from the screen with your head between your knees trying to cope with the nausea, interestingly makes Natalie Portman look sort of like the poor man's Natalie Portman.

It's worth seeing, and will make you cringe much much less than most Bruckheimer fare. I laughed! I cried! They swashed! They buckled!

Well, that's all the time we have for our show this evening. Thank you very much for tuning in for the Mirabile Visu 100th Entry Special, and thank you as well for actually putting up with no less than 100 of these bloody things. Good night, and god bless.

STARRING

Mirabile Visu

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