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  Cast Johnny Depp - The Mad Hatter Mia Wasikowska - Alice Helena Bonham Carter - The Red Queen Anne Hathaway - The White Queen Crispin Glover - Stayne- The Knave Of Hearts Matt Lucas - Tweedledee/Tweedledum Michael Sheen - The White Rabbit Stephen Fry - The Cheshire Cat Alan Rickman - The Blue Caterpillar Barbara Windsor - The Dormouse Paul Whitehouse - The March Hare Timothy Spall - Bayard

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Ever since a friend ever so politely asked why my blog hadn't been updated in a while (I believe his comment was along the lines of "Get off your ass and update. It's been six months), I've been trying to figure out what to write. When  I started this thing, it was a place for me to put whatever random thoughts were running through my head at the time, and I still fully intend on using it for

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When is it love? That strongest of bonds, so easy to recognize but so hard to define.Is it that moment when you first realize you can't keep your mind away from her?When, at your mental quietest, you find your thoughts racing? Not with plans, not running over what must be done tomorrow, or what is still left undone from today, but to her. Always to her. Memories of her voice, of her laughter. Of

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Okay, let's get some things out of the way right off the bat. I work 40 hours a week at the local PetSmart. Maybe 10 or a dozen of those hours are spent in the grooming salon as a bather- basically, I wash dogs, trim their nails, all that fun stuff. About all I don't do there is cut hair. Anyway, the rest of the time is spent as part of the Presentation Team. Basically, that means I stock. A

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There's something people seem unable to understand about me. I keep quiet about things I either have no interest in, have no knowledge of, or generally don't care about. But step on my toes just once about something that I believe? Attack something I care passionately about? Prepare for a storm like you've never encountered. I don't keep quiet, I don't back down, and I don't change. God: I'm a

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One year ago today, on April 26, 2009, I lost my dad. One of the best men I ever knew. You'll have to forgive me for not being as wordy, or eloquent, or intelligent as I am in other updates on this blog. This is still, even after a year, too personal. It's too deep for me to separate it from emotion.Death leaves a wound on the soul of anyone who knew the person who died. And that wound is even

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There are 3 kinds of laws in this country. There are good laws. There are bad laws. And then there are laws that leave you scratching your head and trying to figure out just what the hell the legislators in question were smoking and/or drinking that day. The first set isn't any fun though, so I'm going to ignore those. And now, Allons-y. (By the way, I don't suppose somebody named Alonso is

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I discovered, or remembered, something interesting on the drive home from work today. In order to explain it, I need to give a little background.Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a Christian. Not just a "goes to Church" Christian, but a firm believer. Completely, 100%, absolutely in love with Jesus.But that's not how it always was. What a lot of people don't know is that I went through a time where

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Didn't realize quite how long it had been since I'd updated.Not that you really care, all 3 of you following me, but I'm going to try and get to posting a little more often than once every year or so. Maybe not quite as often as some of my friends and other bloggers do, but I'll aim for once a month or so and see where that takes me.That's the good news. The bad news is the content of the blogs.

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Viva la libertad — A Friend

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I woke with the greatest Christmas gift I could receive.I've apparently moved into the realm of the "fine, but..." in the process. I feel great. I can laugh. I can have a good time.It feels great. Maybe what I wrote yesterday was what I needed. A release.I'm not stupid. There will be relapses. Probably even today. But at least I know there's a light.And I can enjoy the freedom from tears for

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Have you ever played a contact sport of any kind with any real level of intensity? If you have, you've probably been hit. I'm not talking about a bump or a shove, but a real, honest to God, hit. The kind that leaves you counting your teeth and trying to catch your breath.Remember?Right when it happens, there's nothing. Oh, there's the strict progression of events, but no feeling; just a

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Some people look at life and see only what was.Some people look at life and see only what is.Some people look at life and see not only what was and what is, but also what could be.The first group is mired in the past. They're the ones you see every day letting the world pass them by. They remember old victories, and they remember ancient wounds, but they never look forward. They're dead, they

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What is this feeling?Searing my heart even as it freezes my soul.What is it that brings a laugh to my throat,But a tear to my eye as well?Emotionally, physically, I've never been stronger.Yet, at the same time, weakness can sap the marrow.What is it that brings a song to my spirit,But also stills that song at my lips?Emotion tangles through my mind,Playing with my thoughts like toys.Helpless, I

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What is it that can take total strangers, people who have never seen each other, who have never spoken, feel as if they've known each other their entire lives? Is it fate? Destiny, perhaps? Or is it something both simpler and much more profound? Instead of an invisible fate, an ethereal destiny, could it simply be two lonely hearts, longing for contact; for interaction? Two personalities, two

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