what the bloggery

I AM IRON MAN AND SO CAN YOU.

At long last, I begin my Iron Man post! Partly because Nat’s been asking for it, but also because I’m kind of sick of playing Mario and Fishdom, therefore I am writing a review for a movie I have seen five times. We saw it on Independence Day last, because really, how best to celebrate your nation’s independence than watching a movie in which a bazillionaire womanizer in a metal suit blows up terrorists?

I cannot say this enough: I love this movie. And to think, I nearly didn’t see it! I wasn’t watching much TV at the time, so I wasn’t really up to date on the movies that were out and those coming out. Then one day, out of no where, Nat turns to me and says, “I think…I think I want to see Iron Man.”

“What, really?” I ask. As far as I knew, she hated superhero movies.

“Yeah, I think I do,” she said, looking sheepish. “I mean, it’s like he’s a hero, but he’s an asshole. Will you come with me if I go and see it?”

I agreed, and we went. And then again. And then again. And twice more. I’m not even sure how that happened! It’s like we woke up some mornings, blinked, and then we were at the theatre. Weeeeird.

AND NOW FOR THE BREAKDOWN.

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’sup, ladies. As most of you know, I’ve recently taken to living in sin with the one known as James, so things have been really hectic since we got back from Florida. Things are good, for the record, just busy. Which is probably why I haven’t managed to blog at all and why I have to keep promising Nat that yes, I will totally make up for all the days I missed. Which I guess I’ll have to, even if it takes me the rest of my days >:(

(oh yeah, I will post pictures when I get around to it—there are over 1100 of them, it might take me some time.)

Today Nat and I went to The Dreaming, which is a fantastic hub of geekery (also known as a comic book store), and our favorite place to get a fix. I spent about forty bucks on a combination of Nightwing and Angel: After the Fall. However, this isn’t my comic review—that will come later tonight, maybe—it was just so much fucking fun to be the only two girls in The Dreaming on New Comics Day. There was this one part where we were ripping into Urru’s art in Angel and we noticed that a store full of nerdy guys had fallen completely silent. Around six guys were attentively listening to us talk. That was so endearing it wasn’t even creepy.

On our way back to the Bookstore, Nat and I had the following conversation:

“So, where’s all those posts you owe me?” she asked.

“I’m working on them, I promise,” I said. “I’m trying to write my reviews for Iron Man and The Dark Knight, but I’m at a loss about what to say.”

The answer was quite simple, as all brilliant answers are.

“Dude,” she said. “Just babble.”

Brilliant. I’m not being sarcastic, either. I was putting way too much effing thought into this shit. On that note, I present to you my babble on The Dark Knight. I ain’t even gonna call it a review, as I don’t much bother with being objective or very thoughtful. I find it difficult to say anything constructive or even remotely critical about this movie, mostly because I love it too much to dare.

p.s. nat, does this mean you’ll update your blag as well?
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