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I could have used a joint before I watched Alice In Wonderland this time

Anyone who knows me knows pot and I don't really get along. I don't object to it. I think if you enjoy it, you should smoke it. A friend of mine once observed, he'd never seen a stoned person pick a fight in a bar, but he'd seen plenty of drunk people initiate scuffles.

He had a point.

But for me, the dry mouth, the munchies (I am always hungry anyway...why would I want to exacerbate that???), the red eyes, the general stupidity...aren't desirable.

For me, a glass of wine does the trick. It relaxes me, I view it as a food, if I drink too much I get sleepy before I get too silly (usually), and so that's my relaxation choice.

But recently, in spite of my obvious preference for fruit of the vine over cannabis, I could have smoked a joint and been more in tune with the movie.

It was well done, in that Tim Burton overstated way. It was funny, ironic, a social commentary in many ways. Lewis Carroll had to have been either smoking hashish or imbibing in absynthe when he wrote it, though, 'cuz it's kinda nutso.

And I know nutso.

Johnny Depp as the Mad Hatter was brilliant.

Helena Bonham Carter was incredibly funny as the Red Queen.

And the Cheshire Cat's voice..was awesome work by Stephen Frey.

Alice's pursuit of her 'muchness' is inspiring and empowering, as is her destination as a merchant following her father's footsteps.

But, I'm thinking the experience would definitely have been enhanced with a wee bit of the ganja.

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