WE'RE OFF TO SEE THE JOKER! THE WONDERFUL...AHHHIMONFIREAHHH!!

Watchmen.
Dark Knight.
I have now found out that I'm gay (for these movies!) for Dr. Manhattan’s blue crotch.
They actually have it in the trailer!
I can't wait for the redband with photo realistic BIG BLUE PENIS LIGHT emitting from the screen.

So tomorrow's the big day and I'm going with my uncle and HIS RAPPING SON!
I was planning on watching Batman & Robin tonight to dare/compare the villain treatment "Let's kick some ICE!"
Lo and behold, I found a treasure trove of logic leaps that kinda kept me laughing lots (that was incidental, I swear).

I want to read Book of Magic and head to La-La Land so that my mind will be filled with magic and its vague machinations. Maybe I'll converse with John Constantine before the big day.
How interesting...now I want to make that story happen. An account of my meeting John Constantine in Dreamland along with various random characters (and Kirby is nowhere to be found = IRONY). I'd better rub up on my cockney accents.

Whatever, I need to write something before the big gig in the unavoidable coming fall.
School, that is.
Art school.

My RAPPING COUSIN and his friend apparently just found a place of interest that wants a 30 minute show and will pay depending on admittance. Some place in downtown south Nashville. Owned by a church (hurmmm). Called the Rocket-Somethingorother. GO! IF YOU WANT TO!

Peter Capp is Batroc ze Leaper

I was doing my Peter Capp voice when I was driving my way to the car shop (I practice voices when I drive by myself...huh...hadn't thought about the reprecussions of THAT act) and I remember Ed Brubaker (current award-winning writer for Captain America) making a comment in an interview that went to the affect of "I would love to put Batroc the Leaper in there but I can't write in a French accent accurately." This got me mad. How come Brubaker doesn't just force the accent? I want Batroc ze Leaper so badly in a Brubaker comicbook (especially after reading the Immortal Iron Fist: the Last Iron Fist Story Hardcover) cause Batroc is a nonsensical, formidable, mustachioed, madman who speaks with French phrases that sound like gibberish if translated. He's like a French Deadpool, except for the healing factor and weapons and ductape.


From his wikipedia article under Quotes:

Batroc uses many French terms which may strike even the American reader who makes up most of Marvel's audience as stereotypical; a native speaker of French may find Batroc's dialogue not only stereotypical but hilariously badly translated: "Zut alors!" (Batroc uses this term even in a totally inappropriate context) "Sacre Bleu!" (An expression spelled as one word in French.) "Alas, you are too sensitive, mon cher! But, c'est la vie!" "Nom du chien! Your insolence is insupportable-- insufferable!! For zat you shall pay un mille fois!" (Batroc should say "Nom d'un chien" and he shouldn't use the "un" for "mille fois") "Is it not très formidable!" (Andre: "It is not very tough!" Sure it makes sense here but in French to say something isn't something you have to say it with a "ne pas" around the verb. Without it the phrase "trés formidable" means: you/it are/is very tough! So it sounds like this to me: "It is not-YOU'RE VERY TOUGH!" "Ah, mon pauvre petit!" (Andre again: he basically called Captain America his daughter) Batroc inserts so much mangled French terminology into his speech, that Captain America once asked him "Who gave you your English lessons, Doctor Doom?"

Back in my car, I suddenly start cackling in the Peter Capp I-am-not-from-this-country-voice that "I AM BATROC! ZE LEEPERR!" It goes down hill from there (depending on which direction I was driving I could have easily gone uphill. Well, that joke sucked)


That is all.

BONG

And down this road, you will face your ultimate fear...living with your parents when your 30.

Today is a brand new day for me.

I'm taking the reins.
I'm bringing up baby.
I'm takin' em to Missouri.
I'm knowin' when to holddem and when to folddem, when to walk away and when to run.
It's fantastic!
I am so doing stand-up as a job this summer (along with many part-time ones, OH that reminds me to check my e-mail for UPS's response to my e-mail).
I am doing something of magnitude everyday.
I am calling the people that need to be called every week.

Starting today, no more lazy about watching shit on the internet (I've done enough to last me a lifetime back in college).
I need to write and read and work every single day.
I have a year to get myself awesome and show my 'rents that Andre Lemont Churchwell Jr. is the man that they though he was going to be when he was sired those many moons ago.
I got movie ideas that need tinkering.
Bits that need it too.
My room need s to be the cleanest of the house.
And my comic books....ooh boy...my comic books will be studied and pondered about till I can create an original idea for one myself.

They will be no stopping me.
Except you.
Not you, the happy reader.
YOU.
INTERNET.

I must salvage what I can of my will and strength and keep these brandwith demons at bay long enough to...catch up on the news of a Runaway's movie?...Wah-WHAT! And Brian K. Vaughn is writing the scrip-NOW THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN' BOUT WILLIS!

....er...

Good 'morrow.

There was a time I never read a book, no matter the cost...

Chapter three of George Orwell's Nineteen-Eighty-Four

An elaborate scheme to keep the future society of Oceania in constant internal struggle to conform , to resist, and to have their minds in constant preoccupation with punishment. In a book full of practical and impractical elaborate schemes it would be fitting that this whole system of proles and the inner-party, The Revolution, Big Brother (who we do not see), and Emmanuel Goldstein (who we also do not see) were just pawns and rooks to keep the people busy. What gets me down that line of thinking is the two major figures that represent opposite ends of the civil spectrum (Big Briother and Mr. Goldstein) could be figmental characters that perpetuate this inner war with everyone in Oceania. Does not the fact that no body sees the Wizard not grain on everyone working for them? All you need is one brave soul or a straw to break the camel's back to reveal a giant machine that sends recorded messages to both sides of this civil dispute.

And now, if a may a silly poem

Am I useful?
I don't mean to askthe question: Can I do something useful?
No.
I mean can I do something that utilizes human ingenuity and practicality as well as be interesting?
Could I perhaps drive a fork lift?
Not a small fork lift.
A huge one.
With skill of a man twice my age and a deft field of vision not applied to my other task.
Can I sing a duet?
With any old dude or gal.
And make the whole thing better with and without rehearsal,
through sheer style and choice of improvisational movement.
With if...I knew gun fu?
Something silly that I would not ordinarily consider but have seen in a great many media.
I could have exceptional taste soup that gets people ready for brain-bending sex.
I just never could bring myself to offer up the advice to a trustworthy human being.
If only I had years in a hole,
to try and fail,
to surprise myself,
to live differently thereon out.
Perhaps I make bold statements the best of all others.

No.
That sound like something Jesus told himself.
I'm not Jesus.

I am Junior.

And now back to our regularly schedule programs.

Andre Churchwell

The fact that this is a satire comes in when I read:

“It was one those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move.”

The feeling of an outlandish object meant for reality sits well for what I consider satire, but then I read the rest of the book and I have to remind myself that it was satire on the political atmosphere of the time. I kept thinking of it as a rollicking dystopian feature (thanks Matrix!) but I have come to appreciate the subtle angle this is taking.

It seems I was mistaken, signing up for this class, what a satire entails. More than jokes, less than an affidavit of what is wrong and right, this shows you a world and expects you to make connections to your own. It’s not supposed to be laugh out loud funny until you actually see what happens in the book take place in front of you and say, “My God, the fools have really done it!” I am getting my understanding of satire more of a foundation with this book.

Pulling the people away from natural conventions seems to be the way for a tyrannical society. The "no sex" rule in particular has been seen in such media as Half-Life 2 where the Big Brother for of the times was Dr. Breen, telling people how the brutish natural way is backwards and how new science will lead us forward to a Utopian form of living less dependent on the whims of genealogy.

Amazingly, not an agenda setter for english class.

What I like about 1984 George Orwell: (so far)

Trying to get out ideas for "fun" in the book

mind you, I have only jumped around the book and read snipppets plus all that stuff I find on the internet and movies.

• It got lifted off the whole genre of Looking-tragically-at-the-future-while-making-you-aware-of-the-present
  
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• Some or most of the events have happened before in human history but not with the drama.
• Incidentally made Sci-Fi mainstream (here comes the Matrix in 1999)
• Gave us great ideas for propaganda (or when it comes to the Mac ad, anti-propaganda propaganda!)
• Year for a title. You don't see that much these days.
  
• Delves into the political atmosphere of a darker world similar to ours.
• Inspired a movie with the 2nd most kill counts for a lead charater (surprised Rambo wasn't on the list).
  
• My 1984 edition of "1984" (that's right, I'm a balla') has Walter Cronkite doing the introduction.
• I'm sorry. I think I need to capitalize WALTER CRONKITE to push this point to the 13% of you who actually will scream at your computer and post on the comments section, "Can I haz copies, plez?"
  
• It's a satire? Really? Huh.