So, I've withdrawn from the "skeptical community" for the most part... it is filled with people who are willing to destroy people like me in order to preserve their sacred cows, which is actually kind of sad... by which I mean that I'm kind of sad about it, but it hurts me too much to continue with them. I know that most of them are good people who mean well, but I'm not convinced that they are nice people. It means that I'd be willing to donate a kidney or take a bullet for them, but I wouldn't be willing to share my blanket or my beer. They don't deserve to die because they don't like or respect me and I wouldn't wish any actual harm on them, but I won't go out of my way for their comfort either. That;s because I feel like they would defend me over a real threat or existential attack, but if I don't like their favorite band they'll toss me under the bus.
That's fine... I'm better if I'm away from people who have contempt for me. In happier news, I got a haircut and an iron and an ironing board. I felt all Marine-ish today! My haircut would pass muster, and I haven't ironed anything since I was in the Marine Corps. Oh, I'm good at it, don't get me wrong. I've just avoided it by wearing polo shirts and sending my khakis to the cleaners to be pressed. But I bought a lot of nice shirts for my vacation, that I need to either iron or send to the cleaners, and I'm afraid of that bill. So, tomorrow I'll be slaving over a hot iron all afternoon, making my cool shirts and pants worth wearing.
Also in happy Saturday news, after the haircut and Target for the iron, we went to Books-A-Million, the happiest place on Earth. Do you know that they have books there? They DO! Happy books! I picked up Old Man's War by John Scalzi. It is seriously excellent! If you're a science fiction fan, I'll describe it as Ender's Game in reverse, with elderly troops instead of children. If you're not an SF fan, I'll just say that it is a story filled with cool normal people, well-realized, placed in extraordinary circumstances. It is a real joy to read this book, and it is part of a series that I'll be reading over the next few days.
Anyways and BTW, has anyone else seen the "Catwoman" pictures from the latest Batman movie from Christopher Nolan? He's a great filmmaker, but I'm less-than-impressed at this point. It is going to be a tough sell for me as far as Catwoman anyways. I'm giving Nolan the benefit of the doubt because he and Heath Ledger created the definitive Joker on film. I'm not convinced that Anne Hathaway can deliver the same strength of character for Catwoman. Not for nothing, but the language matters here. She's CatWOMAN, not CatGIRL. She's been best portrayed in the comic books as an equal to Batman. There's often been a whimsy to the character, but she's never been anything less than Batman, and always someone who can stand toe-to-toe with him physically and mentally.
Think about Christian Bale. Think about Anne Hathaway. Does that really make sense to anyone?
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Followed you from B&W and I'm at the same point you are about the whole thing.
If you enjoy OMW you'll like the follow up novels. Scalzi is easy to read and military fiction can be fun.
I think Anne Hathaway can do Catwoman, she looks awesome on that bike, I don't care about stupid kitten ears. She was creepy enough as White Queen so she does have some chops. I'm looking forward to the next Batman.
I'm shocked at what happened over at B&W... it seems like everyone is looking to cut people off at the knees as soon as someone comes across their personal sacred cow. Ophelia seems committed to philosophy to the point that she loses both objectivity and compassion.
I have my reservations about Anne Hathaway, and the bike thing was a mistake, since the tire alone looks like it weighs twelve times more than she does. That's not her fault, I think Nolan made a misstep there.
Dude, TALK to me! I am finding myself FILLED with rage lately, and I need to figure some way of doing something about it before I hurt someone... or myself...
Chili, I'm not sure what I can do for you. I'm buried up to my own neck in fear and loathing, and the Scotch isn't working anymore.
WHAT?!?!! You don't like my favorite band! How could you Joe!
Yeah, well, the rum's ineffective, too, dammit!
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