Friday Feature: The Dark Knight

The second installment of the new Batman movies comes out today. Huzzah, Huzzah, and Hip Hip Hooray! I love Batman, and I love this most recent incarnation of him. So today, for the Friday Feature, I present Batman.

Christian Bale as Batman

Christian Bale as Batman

 

No more words are necessary.

Back in the Saddle

I’m afraid I’m a bit rusty with this whole writing thing. I haven’t written since my last blog, and I mean I haven’t written anything. It’s fairly sad. And depressing.

But I’m telling myself that sometimes it’s good to take a break. Just because I haven’t written in the last few months (or even done anything writing related like critiquing or e-mailing) doesn’t mean I love what I do any less. It just means I needed an extended vacation or that life intervened at a time in my life where I haven’t figured out yet how to budget time for what I love to do with time for what I need to do.

Despite what I tell myself, it doesn’t mean that it’s any less difficult to get back into the swing of things. I look at the blank screen and panic. How did I ever know to fill the empty spaces? Bravely, I try a few sentences and shudder at the sudden rise of “be” verbs. Lordy, but did I always rely so heavily on those pesky easy-outs?

My fingers have memorized the backspace key. Just to spice things up, they have the occasional tryst with the delete, but the backspace stakes the greatest claim. I erase those offending sentences and try again. “No ‘be’ verbs,” I tell myself. “Think beyond the ‘was’ and ‘were’.”

Suddenly, adverbs crop up like mushrooms after a storm. If that weren’t bad enough, they pepper themselves with bad similes.

*Sighs* But here is where I raise my fist in defiance. I will conquer this again!

Lessons from the BS

So Baby Sister is staying with me for a few weeks, and I’m learning many, many things as well as remembering a few, too. For example, teenagers really do sleep a lot, and they sleep HARD. I’ve spent the last few mornings wondering if I should hold a mirror up to Baby Sister’s nose to see if it fogs. No worries–eventually she rises.

I’m learning teenagers talk a lot. To their friends, to their relatives, heck–they talk to themselves, unless Baby Sister is a defective one. That’s one thing I don’t remember having too much of a problem with, though my father may contradict me on that one. Of course, there are times when I’d swear my father considers two complete sentences spoken in a row as too much talking, so I don’t know if he’s the best judge.

I’m also being reminded that everyone has their own individual quirks. Unique little idiosyncracies that you get so used to handling that you don’t even notice them any more unless a.) someone starts pointing them all out to you or b.) you start having to adjust your quirks because of his or her quirks. Which, by the way, is annoying, especially when you get into the whole “my weirdness trumps your weirdness so you should change” argument.

There’s no such thing as an “ordinary” teen. Stereotypes don’t always apply, and it’s nice to be reminded of that. Sunny dispositions are not unheard of, a sense of humor is not always lost, and common sense does not necessarily fly out the window. But the best lesson so far? Don’t take yourself too seriously. Heaven knows your family won’t.

Re-Emerged and Tagged

Well, despite my looooong absence, I have been tagged by the beauteous and oh-so-talented Catherine Avril Morris, and I thought it may be an apt return to blogging. Or, at least, yet another attempted return. (I’m crossing my fingers AND my toes this time around. I want to get back into the swing of things.)

So. Six Random Things About Me:

1. According to Baby Sister, I make very soft murmuring noises when I’m comfortable and watching television or a movie. I’m still not sure I believe her.

2. I get motion-sick whenever I spend more than five minutes in a WalMart.

3. I don’t like peanut butter and jelly.

4. I can’t watch people brush their teeth.

5. My doodles are usually hearts or strings of pearls.

6. I created a breakfast dish which my sister and I dubbed “Kevin Bacon Fakin’ Makin’ Bacon” after a tongue-twister we made up as kids.

There! I’m not going to tag anyone since I’ve been out on hiatus for so long, but feel free to give it a go if you’re so inclined.