what the bloggery

I love this crazy fucking city.

It’s not just the endearingly (embarrassingly) nerdy letter that the article is focused on—a couple of the comments are pretty fantastic, too. Like this one:

What made that monorail system so nice was that Bruce Wayne’s father built it with his own money, then gave it to the city. I mean, I would be all for a light rail system in seattle if Bill Gates paid for all of it.

Wouldn’t we all! Srsly though, this one is my favorite:

The bad: Highly vulnerable to damage by terrorists! Is the train seen anywhere in Dark Knight? Nope. Because it got trashed in the first film. (”…but the city was saved!”)

I think I’m getting sick on a buck’s worth of Hello Panda. Ugh. TOO MUCH HELLO PANDA.  Also, I seem to owe Nat like a billion blog posts, including but not limited to reviews for Iron Man and The Dark Knight. Which I shall get around to eventually. Hopefully this week.  Just not now.

*enters Hello Panda-induced coma*

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I must have whispered your name 65 times.

I seem to be in Las Vegas, Nevada. A city I had never considered worthy of a visit. Hell, I still don’t. I haven’t left the fucking airport. I can see the big, shiny, famous Las Vegas buildings from where I’m sitting right now. That’s close enough for me. Apparently it’s 99 degrees out there right now. “Right now” being two in the morning. What. the. shit. That can’t be natural.

6 AM cannot get here fast enough. I was only supposed to spend twenty minutes in Las Vegas, and after some totally bitchin’ mechanical failures on my plane in Seattle, I ended up missing my flight and got booked for one at 6 AM. Which was better than nothing, I suppose. I haven’t slept in about, hmmm, 40 hours? More. Definitely more. I want to try and sleep now, but this place is fucking creepy and there aren’t really many places to curl up. I also don’t really want to sleep since that means my laptop and camera would be defenseless. Scary.

I have one more detour before I hit Fort Lauderdale: Phoenix. I have no particular thoughts about Phoenix aside from, “probably hot”. Still, another city I’ve never been to. That’s kind of exciting, even if I’ll only be there for a short while. Hopefully I’ll have the time to grab a shirt. I bought one in Houston and Las Vegas, so I may as well get one for Phoenix too.

I’m mostly just babbling. It’s two now. I think I’m gonna go hobo it up under that bench across from me.

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We were warm until we went to Hell.

Ugh. You know it’s been way too long since you’ve done your fucking laundry when you start to feel like an archaeologist excavating layers and layers of earth that encompasses several thousand years. I used to own only enough clothes to run one load of laundry. That was it. I could only go about a week before I was literally out of things to wear. Now, apparently, I can go more than a month (two?) before I start noticing certain key articles of clothing have gone MIA.

Yesterday, the cats could probably hear me babbling to myself as I dug through these layers of clothing. It sounded an awful lot like this:

“What the fuck is this—blue pants? Whose fucking pants are these!? I don’t own any—oh wait. I guess they’re mine. When the fuckshit did I buy blue pants? Oh hey, I remember this shirt—I wore it to the Hullabaloo. Wait. The Hullabaloo was like a fucking month ago. Oh my god what is wrong with me.”

Yeah, I kind of swear a lot. Oh, the “Hullabaloo” was a Bookstore thing. It was pretty great until Casey sat at our table. Then Jason and I drunkenly talked about hot guys. I love my freakin’ coworkers.

I can’t remember why I’m making this lame-ass post.

(Yes, Nat, I owe you an Iron Man post. It’s half-done! :D)

“You know,” said Nat. “On your blog, you make it look like I’m some crazy person who spouts Pulp Fiction lines as non sequitur.”

“Well…you do,” I replied.

“I know! But when you put it down like that, it just looks crazy.”

“Riiight.”

A moment passed. She grinned like a crazy person, and then:

“EVERYBODY BE COOL THIS IS A STRAWB’RRY.”

This is my life. Isn’t it fabulous?

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I was supposed to do my Iron Man post today, but I got a little sidetracked with actual work and I’m going to be away from the computer for the majority of the evening. When I return, however, Iron Man will have to wait, because Nat and I will be off to see THE GOLDEN FUCKIN’ ARMY. Fuck yeah we are. Maybe I’ll even be able to write a review for it when we get back to the apartment. If I can manage anything other than squirrelly chirping and shrieking.

*rolls around* IT NEEDS TO BE 8:30 RIGHT NOW.

Okay I’m totally sick of my journal layout already. Damnit. Time for a new one :(

Also, I believe I may have time today to blog about comics. Mike delivered the mail to me about ten minutes ago and I discovered that out of TWO BINS filled to the top with crap, only one single package was actually for us. I went around to everyone who expects prompt delivery of their mail to explain they wouldn’t be getting it today, and I got a series of “Oh thank GOD”s. So yeah, I don’t really have much to do.

Today’s title brought to you by Nat, who made this for me last night:

Colin Mochrie is BATMAN!

I love Whose Line <3

I checked A Softer World this morning, and lo and behold, I found a link to this article that I am absolutely in love with. Villains are so very vogue.

The upcoming Batman movie will be the first one I’ve seen since the one with the very, uh, detailed suits—I think George Clooney was in it?—but I’m really looking forward to it. Mostly because I like it when famous pretty Hollywood stars play villains. Especially loony ones. I love the picture of Heath Ledger in the article, mostly because he looks like a deranged gay clown.

(…that was just too easy.)

Oh lord, here we go again.

(Famous last words!)