Thursday, December 6, 2012

Silly girl-samurais don't drink coffee

     So....I know I said I was only addicted to coffee, but...I'm kinda addicted to Quentin Tarantino and kung fu movies....
      I mention this, because today as I am determined to do NOTHING at all (for once), I was channel surfing and came across Kill Bill Vol. 1.  Without a doubt among the top 10 favorite movies of mine.  Honestly, a kick ass blond who's alter ego is a super-samurai-assassin-gone-good-what's not to love?  Every time I watch this (or any other of Tarantino's films-except Hostel-I can't unsee that from the one and only time I watched it) I get completely amped up, and begin to  fantasize what it would be like to be a ninja....
     This brings me to my next point-
I drink waaaaaaaaaaay to much coffee.  Today, as I watched the movie, drinking my jug of espresso, I began to wonder what a ninja would be like if they drank coffee like I did.  Could you picture this?  Please try-it's really funny (or super scary, depending on if you see REAL samurai, as opposed to me picturing the Power Rangers Super Samurai running around all caffeinated to the gills).


     You got that mental image?  It's fantastic, isn't it?  I often wonder if things like this weren't what Tarantino was picturing when he came up with ideas like Ms. Black Mamba and some of his other characters.  Then I begin to wonder, does he drink coffee?  If he does, how does he take it?  He seems like a lots of sugar kind of guy.  I like lots of sugar, well fake sugar, I could TOTALLY be as bad ass as some of his characters.  I could TOTALLY be a samurai!  I just need to go to Japan, learn some cool techniques, wear yellow.  I don't look good in yellow.  Maybe I could be like a blue samurai, but then again, the Blue Ranger is a boy, and I don't want to be confused with being a guy.  Maybe I could be PINK! But then people would think I'm kicking ass for political reasons, and while fighting breast cancer IS a well-worthy cause, my only political agenda would be to punish the guilty....and then I realize I've lost complete track of what I thinking of in the first place and there's a faint buzzing sound, that I think may or may not be my heartbeat *slightly* elevated from the caffeine.

     I may have a problem.  Though what exactly it is, has yet to be defined.

   

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