| I have been to hell, and it is...wet. |
[Jul. 21st, 2005|07:59 pm] |
I have begun to work. I am now a contributor, who works for a living. At least for a month. Then again, I do intend to use all the money buying a new computer. Also, I don't pay taxes. So I suppose that does make me a little more of a leech. Oh well.
On to happier things - the work-induced sleep deprivation has now caused my days to blur together, to the cackling soundtrack of Motley Crue. This is not, or at least not specifically, the day-to-day reality of fighting crime and saving maidens I had envisioned myself doing when I was three. My daily reality of Dishwashing Machine Operator, could in fact, very easily have been as far down along the list as 4th place. Perhaps further. Certainly below Fireman, and Lego Tester. I've not really thunk it over. Oh well.
On to happier things, and I really mean it this time. On a happy not, I have... jumped on a trampoline, today, and eaten a few squares of chocolate. Then I threw the wrapping paper in the appropriately coloured bin. Or perhaps, potted plant. Again, I'm not sure. My life has been reduced to sleeping, staring dazedly around at the cafeteria downtown, working, and sleeping. It's not so much that I sleep any more than I once did, it's just that now I do so in scattered fragments. I am the caleidoscope of sleep. Which means my dreams are weird, or might be, considering I can never remember any of them.
I've seen a few movies, too. They were cool. I won't say which ones, because frankly, my opinions on movies are only vaguely interesting to a very select few, and if you were one of them, you would have stopped reading by now. Uh... what else, what else... You know, I can't wait for this job to end. Seriously. Normally, I'd have tons of stuff to write about. I would comment on my belly-button lint bearing a vague resemblance to Lauryn Hill. I would talk about interesting things that had happened during my day - something now so distant that I cannot even think of an example. I would be -interesting-.
I suppose I could comment on Tekken 5, and say that apparently, the board of directors for the video game company has caved in to their yaoi-fan daughters and made every, single one of the characters gay - except Heihachi. And I do mean everyone. Even the geriatric 94-year old fossile known only as Wang. Seriously. That's evil.
I could say that I dressed up in a costume and went out to fight crime. But at that point, I'd be making things up. In fact, I only wrote this to underline the fact that I didn't make any of the above up.
So... Yeah. Uh. Some guy at the cantina told me off for wearing a hat today. He said it wasn't a circus, and there was no place for a clown. I took of my hat, and then sent him away. In short order, I replaced my hat. What a rebel I am. Next thing you know, I'll start wearing makeup, and wear my hair spiky. Either that, or be fired. I dunno.
On a wholly different note, movies today aren't violent enough. Some pass the test, but for the most part there is no true violence in movies, only animated or simulated violence. I don't mean that people would necessarily need to be hurt in the making of the movies (although obviously, that would be awesome), but it need not be so idealized. Every point of violence goes exactly as it should go. Knuckles don't bleed, people don't slip for no apparent reason, violence is romanticized. Can't we get a decent movie of one man beating a wall to death with another guy?
That's all I have for today. Perhaps I'll get better at ranting after a while. Never really had a diary before. Which, obviously, comes from the utter lack of anything to write about. Tune in...err...soon, for more exciting pitches in the monotonous tone that is the life of Batman69. Or, go do something useful with your time. Whichever. |
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| In the realm of utter Adam Westness, the dark history of batman. |
[Jul. 18th, 2005|10:51 pm] |
Unbeknownst to very few, and unwillingly beknownst to most, Batman was not always the dark knight we all know him as today. There was a time, in an age long past, when furniture was made primarily out of plastic, and there were still people who were convinced that ceramics could be made to look fashionable, when batman was more than just the gloomy avenger of the night, the nightmarish whisper of vengeance that struck terror into the criminal environment of Gotham city.
There was a time, in that mythical era known as the sixties, when Batman was a prancing faggot in a light blue body-condom with a flabby stomach and an unhappy mask with his eyebrows chalked on. There was a time when Batman was the victim of fashion so abominable that by the time the seventies arrived, people refused to wear them (think about that for a second).
These were the times of Adam West, and his motley gang of actors and producers. Times not of the Dark Avenger, but of the Blue, Yellow, and Tragically Comedic Vigilante, where rather than realistic effects and the sprouting of blood from every blow, the beat-by-beat action was followed by cartoony on-screen commentaries such as "biff!"; "pow!"; and "Bang!" And each new, death-defying situation was tenuously outlined by a "Holy Man-eating Cactuses, Batman!" From the loved, the hated, the exceptionally homosexual sidekick of batman that has been mercifully excluded from the three Batman movies made so far. Yes. Three.
This livejournal will follow the everyday life of Adam West, or at least someone who does not remotely resemble him in any way, but has downloaded a free picture of him in a silly costume from somewhere on the internet and designed his livejournal after it. I might write more than just this post. |
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