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bat man.
bat man.
batman.
we went to the IMAX last night to see the latest batmantactular. i would like to say about it:
1) this is the first batman movie in which i found myself thinking, "dood. batman is awrsome. maybe i could be batman someday..."
2) i want that car.
3) michael keaton is a fatman batman. val kilmer is an iceman, not a batman. george clooney is a scatman. christian bale needs to stop smoking and stand up straight, but he is a batman. batman is haunting. he doesn't have scoliosis.
4) katie holmes. you used to be so adorable! now you look like tina yothers, act as convincingly as a freshly laid yak turd in a tiffany's box, and it's impossible to look at you without thinking about tom cruise and his alien love cock. fie on you, katie.
fie.
on you.
i predict you and the tombone will both plummet horribly to earth to discover that aliens, if they exist, do not come in thetan form, that washed up celebs are fun to punch in the groin, and that insipid ex-ingenues can make enough for a thetan cleansing-fix by showing their hootchie in Naked Muppets Quarterly.
you did not ruin batman though. except for that awful little speech at the end which made me want to feed you to soldier ants. the batman does not care that you don't love him. the batman realizes that you are washed up and brain-washed up and that you are only going to increase in your resemblance to a slime-mold.
nacherly, things besides the appreciation of new batsmen are happening. we've managed to get our wedding invites mostly prepared for assembly and actually put together a few. they look awrsome. if you get one and it has a golden ticket inside that means you get one of only five free tours to my butt!
golden tickets!
my butt!
the process of mental checkout at work has begun. this, my friends, is why you give a lot of notice.
for example, last week, eeds came up to me and said:
e: hey z, for the weeklong teacher's conference here, i'm going to need some help. can you help out?
z: yes. sure thang.
e: great. thanks! someone is going to need to get the coffee here every morning from the cafe.
z: what time does it need to be here?
e: 8:00 am. can you do that?
z: no.
no is a beautiful word! no no no no no! giving notice lets you be young again! (if by young you mean three.)
we watched the motorcycle diaries finally. i found it very moving. i decided i want to grow up and be che except for all the lepers. and the assassination. and the communism. just, you know, be on t-shirts and stuff. just in the IMPORTANT ways. and with maybe a bit more batman. so batche. which is NOT pronounced like biotch. then i could swoop down on the oppressed and scare them into giving up their poverty. with a grapling hook.
jobs are stupid.
