| | So, yes. The Dark Knight? Two-and-a-half-hour continual geekgasm. I
thought "This is awesome" an average of once every five minutes. I
talked out loud in the theater (which I almost never do, especially
when going by myself), mostly things like "HOLY CRAP!" and "OH MAN!"
and "SAVE HIM, BATMAN, SAVE HIM". I laughed and choked and gasped in
shock (all three in equal amounts). The Joker? Totally, totally scary.
The movie was just on the edge of How Dark You Can Go without losing me
completely--there were moments when I felt literally nauseated. Such a
bleak world, that Gotham is, with so few rays of hope.
I also
thought, more than once, that this is a Batman, and a Batman universe,
who really, really needs a Robin. Archetypically, Robin is the shaft of
light in the dank dungeon, the sweet note in the minor-key symphony,
the fulcrum on Batman's lever. (And of course, I love Robin
unreasonably--that character is what drew me into the Batman fandom
back when I was sixteen or so.) I think the Tim Drake kind of Robin
would work in this new movie-verse, too, though I'm not sure a Dick
Grayson Robin would work. A circus acrobat? Ward of a billionaire? Just
a little too sixties to fly in this gray new world. But a Tim Drake who
figures out who Batman is and follows him back home and says, "Hey, you
need help and I want to help you," and who won't give no matter what,
who is just as aggressive and driven and ninja-freak-psychotic as Bruce
himself, only a little more optimistic (as well as younger and cuter)?
Yeah, that would fit. They could even call him Dick Grayson if they
wanted--I would know that it was really Tim.
Oh, and the trailer for the Watchmen movie? Quality stuff.
The T on this keyboard is sticking. So annoying.
I
overdrew at the bank. I haven't done that for awhile. So frustrating.
And my next paycheck will have to be for rent, so I don't know how I'm
going to pay my school loan this month, so I'm a little scared. Oh
well. My credit score can't really get any worse.
Hulu.com has
episodes of the A-Team. I have just relived a part of my childhood. The
cheesy part. I ain't getting on no plane, Hannibal!
The song
from Dr. Horrible that goes "I cannot believe my eyes" is stuck in my
head right now. I'm so sad that it's disappearing from the internet
tonight. I haven't had time to memorize the songs yet!
It's been
a week now since I got my ratties, and they are quite tame. Wallace is
totally fearless with me now, which is good. Too young to be a good
cuddler, though. He protests and scampers off. Oh well, that's why I
have mice. Sweet, soft little mice who fall asleep in my hand. Best
pets in the world.
And last night I discovered a drawback of the
current arrangement, with me on the couch and the cage open beside me,
the ratties free to run where they will. The problem? Just because you
fall asleep on the couch doesn't mean that the little darlings will
respect your rest. Around one o'clock I woke up, fuzzily, still
half-dreaming, to the realization that OMG Wallace is in my UNDERWEAR
he must have thought it looked like a good little place to explore rat
paws are scampering on my bare BUTT this isn't a good place to nap
those are my UNDERWEAR. And I firmly grasped the rattie by the middle
and removed him. Then I went to my proper bed.
Note that this
is how calm my personality is--that waking in the middle of the night
with a RAT IN MY UNDERWEAR led to no yelling or gasping or violent
movements or freak-outs or palpitations. But watching The Dark Knight
did. This should be an indication of what kind of movie it is. Choose
your companions accordingly. |
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