BASTARD FROM A BASKET!!!

I'm at work. But I shouldn't be at work. Oh, I'm supposed to be here, as my manager informed me just yesterday afternoon, until which time the Saturday work slot was up in the air. And while it was up in the air, I made other plans with thirdbase, plans which should have come into fruition at this very moment.

But no, I've been dicked over. And now I'm stuck at work. All day.

Instead of being with my friends, the Rude Mechanicals, at the COOKIE TASTING PARTY.

This blows on so many levels.




In other news, fiveseconddelay and I caught THERE WILL BE BLOOD.

... okay, I think I need to see it again. Certain plot points were confusing, and I'm not certain if we were supposed to figure these certain things out or not.

And there wasn't as much Bill the Butcher going on as I'd hoped, but he was there. Oh yes, he was there when it mattered. But on first viewing, I think I still prefer Daniel Day-Lewis' performance in GANGS OF NEW YORK. Don't get me wrong, if he wins best actor for THERE WILL BE BLOOD, he fucking well deserves it. I'm just saying that Daniel Plainview would take a bit longer to kill a full-grown grizzly with his bare hands than would Mr. William Cutting.

I'm not disappointed in THERE WILL BE BLOOD, exactly. It was damn excellent. It just met my expectations, which is good, except what I was really expecting was to have it surpass my expectations. If that makes any sense. And it didn't. Surpass those expectations, that is. I wanted to be, "Holy shit, shoot me in the ass with the Orgazmo gun, that was amazing!" Instead, I was, "... Hm. That was damn good."

Most critics are calling it either the best or second best film of 2007. I need to see it again to catch what I missed the first time around.

And maybe, just maybe, I need to rewatch PUNCH-DRUNK LOVE, a movie I fucking abhorred like few others in the history of cinema, considering that virtually all critics are still calling it a work of modern brilliance.



Psst, disc_sophist, the first issue of THE TWELVE hits stores next week. Starring the single greatest comic character of the new millennium, resurrected from the last, THE GODDAMN BLUE BLADE.

He's so dead. But he'll be magnificent while he survives.

SWING YOUR SCI-MI-TARRR, DEE-MON!

So it seems Batman's eternal foe Ra's al Ghul* has a brand-new look. Coming back from the dead will do that to a 500-year-old eco-terrorist.

It's a little controversial, particularly the new Wolverine!Muttonchops instead of his trademark snazzy facial hair, and his new pale look (from putting your brain in the body of your albino son, like you do). One commenter suggested that even villains feel the need to try new things, to which another remarked: "And being pasty and white is in this year. Look at Sweeney Todd."

... And all I could respond with was:

Attend the tale of Ra's al Ghuuuul! His skin was pale and his eye was cruuuuel!

He sees humanity as a blight, he challenges men to shirtless fights...

It's over Earth that he shall rule... shall Ra's al Ghul...

The Demon's Head of Arabia.

Where's my crown? King Dork deserves only the finest.

Meanwhile, it's only due to my inability to properly replicate this image as a shirtless Ra's weilding a scimitar that I haven't drawn up the poster for the new smash-hit musical, RA'S AL GHUL: THE DEMON'S HEAD OF ARABIA. I've tried, and I give up.

( Ah well, have a Bat Macro (a LolBat, if you will) )

Oh yes, mark my words, one say you shall see the premiere of RA'S AL GHUL: THE DEMON'S HEAD OF ARABIA. Starring me in the title role, with spacechild as Ubu as Mrs. Lovett.

"They alllllllll deserve to DIE! Tell you WHY, good Detective, tell you WHYYYY!"


*Does anyone speak Arabic? Is it pronounced "Ray-sh" or "Rahz"? Settle this once and for all!

SWING YOUR SCI-MI-TARRR, DEE-MON! Update!

You may be asking yourself, "Say, , who wins at life and everything?"

The answer, my friends, is angrylemur:



If you don't get it, read my previous post and click on the various links.

And there you go, nymphgalatea and zhinxy. See you there for opening night in 2012. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go serve a dark and a hungry god. He craves Trader Joe's Oreos.