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Friday, July 18, 2008

  • What Batman Means To Me

    By now, the first wave of excited movie-goers and Batman fans should be leaving myriad movie theatres, having seen the first showing of The Dark Knight. Hopefully, they're raving. In any case, I was thinking about Batman tonight, and the question occured to me: why exactly is Batman so popular? And on a personal level, why do I prefer Batman to Superman?

    I suppose I could say that Batman has no powers whereas the Man of Steel has powers out the proverbial wazoo, meaning that Batman is so awesome and such a superhero that he doesn't even need laser vision or the ability to lift a semitruck to fight the Forces of Evil. I might also note that Batman is a bit more realistic; after all, it is entirely possible that some real-world millionaire might learn martial arts skills, buy or make weapons and a costume, and start creeping around city streets. Supes, on the other hand, is essentially an alien being come to help us. If Independence Day is any guide, most aliens would rather blow us to bits.

    But it occurred to me that there's another reason I like Batman, which is that Batman is vastly more human than Superman, or most other superheroes for that matter. I don't mean "human" as in "not immortal" or, in the case of Peter Parker (Spider-Man), "socially-awkward-and-romantically-inept-yet-with-a-heart-of gold". I mean human as in "flawed".

    See, something that's always bugged me about Superman is that he is the quintessential Nice Guy. His alter ego, Clark Kent, puts up this constant front of "Naive Farm-Boy From Smallville", while Supes himself is often known as the Big Blue Boy Scout (nothing against Boy Scouts, of course. I'm just saying.) Superman is the perfect hero, the good guy that sweeps in to fight the Forces of Evil. The one time he even inches towards turning to the dark side, the moment's significant enough to get him a whole movie (Superman III). And, in the end, he heroically overcomes his evil nature and becomes Mr. Nice Guy once again.

    Batman, on the another hand, is anything but a Nice Guy. Even his alter-ego, Bruce Wayne, is less than wholesome; in Batman Begins, Bruce frolics in a pool with two lovely young European women. Try to imagine Clark Kent frolicking in a pool with any woman, much less two. And as for Bats himself....well, the best way to illustrate the difference is to use an example from the Justice League animated series. In the episode The Enemy Below, the Justice League is interrogating a captured sniper who attempted to kill Aquaman. Batman takes the guy aside, and says, "Let me give you one word of advice." He then says something very quietly in the guy's ear, and instantly the sniper cracks and tells what he knows. Wonder Woman asks Superman what Batman said, and Superman says, "You don't want to know." And he's probably right. By contrast, in the episode Injustice For All (boy, don't you love how nerdy this conversation has gotten? I know I do), Superman tries to interrogate the captured supervillain Copperhead. But Copperhead just laughs him off. You see, criminals, supervillians, and the like, they don't fear Superman, not really. They do fear Batman. Why?

    I think it's because while Batman is not Mr. Nice Guy, he is still a hero. Batman may flirt with the lines between good and evil, justice and blind revenge, but he never crosses that line. Batman is so much more intense and emotionally developed than Superman, which allows him to go places that Superman could rarely go. And yet, he still has a clear concept of the lines between good and evil, and he holds to that line, even in the darkest moments.

    Something else I just thought of, and it is a bit religious in nature, so if you're not into religious-type discussion, I humbly ask you to indulge me. Superman gets a lot of comparisons to Christ. Jesus was sent from heaven by his father, Superman from Krypton by his. Etc., etc. etc. I thought about it and it occured to me that Batman himself might make a good Christ-figure as well. See, Superman could easily pass for the Son of God, the perfect one who never sinned. But only Batman could be the Son of Man, the one who came down to Earth and lived among mankind. (Remember in Batman Begins where Bruce does his little trip in Asia?)

    Superman is not one of us, Batman is .If Christianity was just like Superman, then, to me, it would have stopped with the idea that God is perfect and we're not, end of story. But it didn't stop there (take note, spammers) The point of Christianity is more like Batman; that someone came down, was part of us, knows our fears and our feelings, and yet rises above that to save us from ourselves. I'm not saying we should all start praying to Batman now, but even so....it's interesting to think about.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

  • The Xanga Saga: C.R.A.P., Part Two

    Last time, in the Xanga Saga....

    "Uh-oh," I say. "We've got to stop this thing now! According to this computer file, they're going to launch in exactly 45 minutes! It'll wipe out whatever blog it's aimed at! And it looks like their first target is....ack! TheSecretLifeofPandas!

    "They're going to throw crap at TheSecretLifeofPandas?"

    ---

    Gasp! As it turns out, due to a computer glitch, C.R.A.P. is going to launch in not 45 minutes, but 45 seconds! Egads!

    We all panic in unison. Fortunately, I suddenly remember that I have an ace in the hole. I whip out my cellphone. "Oh, FallenReign? You remember those....*pause for effect*...spaceships you told me about? The ones with laser cannons and photon torpedoes and whatnot? Now would be a very good time to send them."

    There is a bit of staticky silence. "Um...there might be a problem with that. But it's not my fault, okay? Really, it's not."

    I begin to get a little uneasy. "Why, what happened?"

    "Well, you know how high the cost of gas is these days, and spaceships use a lot of fuel, and so all the spaceship captains got together and decided to switch to, um, alternative energy."

    I am now very uneasy. "What kind of alternative energy? Nuclear? Solar?"

    "Ummmm.....wind."

    Oh crap. "Wind? But...wind is air moving. There's no air in space!"

    "That would be the problem," FallenReign sighs. "They're kinda stuck. They've only managed to get their emergency life-support system to work."

    "And, how have they managed to do that?"

    "Well....there's more than one kind of wind, if you follow me. And they've read about Gaseous Girl."

    TMI!

    There's now, only, oh, 30 seconds left. We go back to general panicking. At that moment, Made2sing4Jesus pops in and observes the situation. "This is so not a three-dancing-cow kinda moment!"

    "Any helpful suggestions?" I ask, because you never know when randomly popping in Xangans might have the answer to life, the universe, and everything. (to borrow a phrase.)

    "Pray?" she dutifully suggests helpfully.

    "Good idea. Okay, here goes. Our Father, which art in heaven, Howard be thy name, thy ki-"

    "Psssst..." CarmenDeBizet whispers. "It's hallowed."

    "Ahhhh! You threw off my groove!"

    A random person appears, who is not a Xangan and thus not really relevant to the story. "I'm sorry, but you've thrown off VaultESL's groove." He promptly flings Carmen out the window. Unfortunately, as we are all underground in the murky tunnels of Myspace, there is no window. Just a wall. Oops.

    "But she's right," saintvi helpfully points out as Carmen bounces off the wall. "It's hallowed. Not Howard. "

    "You mean I've been saying it wrong all these years? This...changes...everything!"

    Saintvi sighs. "You keep using that phrase. I do not think it means what you think it means."

    Further witty dialogue is cut short as the computer has now reached 5 seconds! 4...3...2.....

    "Oh, hey, I do have some ammo after all." the44thhour says as he produces a 50-caliber rifle and fires with a very loud boom. The terminal explodes delightfully, and so TheSecretLifeofPandas has been saved from C.R.A.P. Yaaayy!

    "Bravo, everyone!" I say. "Now, off to find Legendairy!"

    "Ow..." says Carmen.

    Do we ever find Legendairy? What could possibly happen next? Stay tuned to Legendairy, Fullmetalbunny, and myself, to find out!

     

     

  • How did you meet your spouse or significant other?

    Alas, I do not have one. I am left out of the Featured Questions! To arms! To arms! Cue the Marseillaise!

    But, waiiiiit.....I just remembered, I do have a significant other, so to speak. Katrina the Imaginary Girlfriend! (Who, incidentally, is at present being held hostage by Carmen Sandiego, the Miss of Misdeamenor, somewhere in the wide world. Poor lassie.)

    So, how did I meet Katrina? Well....so far as I can tell, she first made her appearance on this blog on May 6th. There's actually an interesting story as to how she came to be (that is, if I might break the fourth wall, how her character came to be. No, Katrina does not actually exist in real life. Tragic, I know.)

    First off, when I was a kid, I listened quite regularly  to the Focus on the Family radio show Adventures in Odyssey. I was, and still am, rather nerdy, and inevitably some of my friends would compare me to Eugene Meltsner, a brilliant, but nerdy character on the show. Eugene had a girlfriend named Katrina. Thus, the seed was planted.

    Later, during a youth group road trip, the topic of romance came up, and one girl thoughtfully suggested to me that, someday, I might find "my Katrina." Shortly after that, on a whim, I came up with the song mentioned in that May 6th post.

    Next on our little journey, I joined Xanga. As you may have noticed, Xanga has rather a lot of posts about relationships, romance, and the like. I wanted to comment on these, but alas, I have very little real-world experience. I've had a few crushes, a few failed attempts, and one possible experience that might have counted as a date. At present, I am entirely single. What to do, how to mingle.....and so, Katrina the Imaginary Girlfriend was born. She would go on to appear in the Xanga Saga and even help me to rally support for qccan in Xangan Idol 1. Unfortunately, we had a major fight after I briefly discussed a pressing social issue, which put a serious damper on our relationship. Then there was the whole psycho-temporal-spatial anomaly-thing which resulted in the creation of Myspace-Katrina, who then was shot by a laser just before her existence threw the universe into chaos. Funny how that works.   

    Putting the "ish" in Datingish since 2008.  Wait, we're still in 2008. Scratch that.  

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

  • Happy Hump Day

    An ancient Babylonian general was once involved in a plot to overthrow the king. His plot included a number of followers in the upper ranks of the army. However, his plot was uncovered, and the king threw him in jail. The king sentenced him to death without a trial.

     

    However, from the jail he was able to secretly contact his followers to arrange to escape, meet his followers, and attack the king's palace at night. So the night before his scheduled execution, the general managed to escape from prison. He fled to a ziggurat several kilometers away, where his followers would meet him. However, the ziggurat was one of several in the area, and he wasn't sure if his cohorts would find the right ziggurat. By this time it was twilight, so he lit a small fire and sent smoke signals to indicate in which structure he was hiding.

     

    However, the king's loyal soldiers saw the smoke coming from the ziggurat, and came to arrest him before he could meet his followers. He was executed later that day.

     

    The moral of the story? WARNING: The searching general has determined that smoking ziggurats can be extremely hazardous to your stealth.

  • And Now, A Poem

    Who knows you can't write about politics and have fun, I ask you?

    Note: I restructed it just a bit, to make it easier to read. Also, by request of adifferentkindofbeautful, I added a Libertarian verse and chorus. 

    A Political Love Poem, with Balance

    1) The Republican Version

    Verse 1:
    If our love were like the campaign trail,
    Darling, you’d be my primary,
    And if our love were like the candidates,
    You’d be Chuck Norris to my Huckabee,
    And if our love were like the Congress,
    I would never filibuster you,
    And if our love were like the NSA,
    I wouldn’t wiretap you too,

    Verse 2:
    If our love were like a general,
    Darling, you’d be my Patraeus,
    And if our love were the American flag,
    Every day I would salute us,
    And if our love were like a taser,
    I wouldn’t tase your bro at all,
    And if our love were like the blogosphere,
    You’d be my Little Green Football,
    Chorus:
    ‘Cause you’re the Second Amendment to my NRA,
    You’re the NIE to my CIA,
    You’re Ronald Reagan winning my Cold War,
    You contracted my America in ’94,
    If you were legislation I would gladly sign you,
    If you were an amendment I would ratify you,
    For you and me, we’re so close, you see,
    You’re the Rush to my Hannity!

    2) The Democratic Version

    Verse 1:
    And if our love were like a minority,
    I'd be affirming all your actions,
    And if our love were like 2000,
    Darling, you'd steal my election,
    And if our love were like Cindy Sheehan,
    You'd be protesting my war,
    And if our love were like the environment,
    You would be my own Al Gore,

    Verse 2:
    And if our love were like the culture,
    You would be my pluralism,
    And if our love were like Al Sharpton,
    You would be my activism,
    And if our love were waterboarding,
    You'd be my Guantanamo,
    And if our love were Yugoslavia,
    You would be my Kosovo,

    Chorus:
    Cause you're the First Amendment to my ACLU,
    You're the Democratic Party to my color blue,
    You're Barack Obama to my Oprah Winfrey,
    You're William Jefferson Clinton to my Hillary,
    If you were minimun wage, I would gladly raise you,
    If you were my taxes I would happily pay you,
    Cause you and me, we're so close you see,
    You're the Senate to my Harry Reid!
    3) The Libertarianand Other Assorted Third-Party Version
     
    Verse 1:
    Oh, if our love were a third party,
    You would be my own Ralph Nader,
    And if our love resembled PETA,
    I'd preserve your alligator,
    And if our love were Philadelphia,
    I'd be your Liberty Bell,
    And if our love were Pat Buchanan,
    You would be my Lew Rockwell,
     
    Chorus:
     
    Cause you're the Sierra Club to my hybrid car,
    You're the Libertarian Party to my Bob Barr,
    You're the Constitution Party to my Chuck Baldwin,
    Oh, you're the Declaration to my Jefferson,
    If you were telecoms, I would immunize you,
    If you were marijuana I would legalize you,
    Cause you're my doll, please give me a call,
    You're my very own Ron Paul!
     
     

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  • TheSecretLifeOfPandas
    oh chuck norris. so many jokes, so little time. ooh, have you ever watched hell's kitchen? it's so intense!!!! craziness! sometimes I wish I knew how to cook.
  • TheSecretLifeOfPandas
    ahh, 20 years later I write on your chatboard again. um...yes you're right, Que tal, means, how's it going? so chat chat chat chat chatterboard. I feel like leaving a chuck norris joke on here... Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right
  • TheSecretLifeOfPandas
    I never post on people's chatterboards...I thought I'd post today on yours. Hola, que tal?
  • CarmenDeBizet
     Yeah. Tags.  Whoops.  I just had not notice it before, that's all.    No need to give a stern look.   Wah! Okay. I'm done. Dinner time.
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    Just noticed the bottom of your blog, what's that module called? Who knows. Anyway, you've "answered" a lot of FQs. Hehehe.  
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    Thank you for my first recommendation! You're awesome!
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    @FreeeVerse - I knew him before he was "The Great"!!!!
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    if the sky were any color other than blue, I would hope it to be pink or orange... like it is at sunrise/sunset.
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    Oh wow, the "great Vault" has subscribed to me ;] I'll take that as a compliment! LOL.
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    I've been meaning to share this tidbit of information, which is out of the blue and in no way related to anything.  Okay, now that the disclaimer is over...mmm, in the Education world (in the U.S. specifically) ESL stands for English as a Second Language.  The first time I saw your user name I thoug