So, I’m basically in the same predicament as I was during the last post, which is fine, because that’s probably all you’re going to get from me for a now; I’m in a chattery mood anyway.
I’m also sitting on pins and needles waiting for my birthday tomorrow; I can’t wait (thus, ^ the cupcakes up there. Isn’t that gif kinda hypnotizing?)
So, I finally saw Batman Begins and The Dark Knight this past Friday and Saturday. Batman/Bruce Wayne is pretty cool, but I have to admit Tony Stark does a much better job pulling off the billionaire playboy persona than Bruce does. Also, Batman has a really awesome voice and I’m very terrible at imitating it. Anyway, I REALLY enjoyed Batman Begins, the plot and story arc was awesome. Everything about that movie was great and I think it’s sadly underrated.
The Dark Knight was awesome… but that’s because it has one the best, most colorful villains in it. Ever.
Now, you know me; I always cheer for the good side and I love a epic hero. But every once in a while, I give my dues to the villains who really deserve it. Remember, a movie can have a great story and cool hero but it’s all nothing without a big bad villain to provides conflict, emotional turmoil inside characters and provide a challenge that we want to see the hero take on. Examples; Luke Skywalker and Entire Rebel Army/Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine. Entire Avengers Team and SHEILD/Loki.
Now how ’bout adding a little theatrics to the bag?
Basically, I wouldn’t have enjoyed The Dark Knight that much if it wasn’t for The Joker. He completely saved the movie in my opinion. He’s basically everything I love in a villain plus more. He’s crazy, he’s hilarious, he smart, he’s daring, and evil. Really evil. He’s colorful (literally), complex and has a huge personality. He can manipulate a system, say the right things to the right people to get them to do what he wants, and he full of real, bad boy swag. He’s good at what he does and he loves it.
This is how your villains should be, people.
They should want to watch the world burn.
So, yeah, I’m basically a Joker fan now. To me, he’s literally one of the best characters I’ve seen walk across a screen. If you don’t like The Joker than you must not like great characters. My personal opinion, of course.
So, my family went to our state’s home school convention last weekend… and it was pretty cool. I bought a plasma lamp (looks very similar to that one above), a flexi-clip, a video game and…. I think that was it. Anyway, our family on a whole dragged home a lot of stuff from there. We got to see some old friends, too—I literally got tackled in the middle of one of the isles by one of my little adopted sisters from our last church. Nothing like being jumped one from behind than being squeezed over and over and someone squealing, “I MISSED YOU!” That’s the best feeling ever.
So, it was all great.
OH! Remember in my last post I was mourning over the fact that I wasn’t sure what Dylan and I would do after we finished The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes? God solved that problem at the very last minute, and here’s the story.
So, like I mentioned above, at the home school convention, I bought a video game? Well, it happened to be a Agatha Christie mystery game. My dad bought my sister a similar game, so we brought home two Hercule Poirot mystery games. Well, I opened the box of one late Saturday and discovered it had included a free copy of The Murder on the Orient Express. Oh, how cool, a free book, blah, blah, blah. So, I open my own game and I pull out the same exact book. My immediate thought was, “oh great, we don’t need two copies of the same book! Why couldn’t they have a different book in this one?” I sat there staring at the two books and something clicked. I was so excited. “Ohmigosh, KAYLA! Look, two copies of the Orient Express! Ohmigosh, this can be the next book Dylan and I can read! Ohmigosh, this is AH-MAH-ZING! Hallelujah! This is awesome!”
So, yesterday, after church, he started sighing about, “I don’t know what we can read now, you already read Dracula—” and I was all, “Oh, I know exactly what we can read now; you still want to read an Agatha Christie mystery, right!? I have just the thing! WOULD YOU BELIEVE THAT YESTERDAY BY PROVIDENTIAL APPOINTMENT I WAS GIVEN TWO COPIES OF THE SAME EXACT BOOK?!?!?!?!”
It’s all planned, as soon as he finishes The Final Problem, we’ll start Murder on the Orient Express (which Kayla says we saw as a film adaption but I don’t remember it, so I hope it will be a fresh story for me.)
I’ve gotten him addicted to Sherlock Holmes.
Now lets see how he cottons to Hercule Poirot.
It’s awesome sharing adventures with friends.
Because, you know, reading really is an adventure when you think about it. We’ve traipsed through murder and mayhem with Sherlock Holmes, rediscovered the chocolate world of Willy Wonka and he introduced me to the chilling battle humans against vampires. I think those are what we can call adventures. All you readers out there can testify to that. Reading isn’t boring. Reading is an adventure.
(My sister is probably rolling her eyes right about here…I see you there, Kayla! *give the Nick Fury evil eye*)
So, I’m sitting in my butterfly chair tip-tap-tapping away on my keyboard listening to some Faun Eden, scrolling through pictures of The Joker, trying to decide what movie I want to watch and trying to think up different things I want to do tomorrow. I’ll probably pull a Loki and go full out “I do what I want!” tomorrow. Yep, that sounds like a great idea. Somebody pass me his helmet.
So, until next time, yours truly,