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I know it looks like I won in that last panel, but I didn’t.  I came real close though and was ahead for about the first half of the game, my brother Scott always close on my heels.  But I screwed up two not complicated holes, and added about five unnecessary strokes to my game…I lost (to Scott) by three strokes and tied with my dad.  The rest of the group (Adam, Dave, Mom, and Shelti) were close on our heels with I think one stroke separating each of them…it was a close game, and some good air conditioned fun.

Oh, and you’re seeing a crocodile and a giraffe on the front of the building with the mini-golf is pretty correct…for some reason the “glow in the dark” mini-golf was also “safari themed”…my best guess is that someone had some glow in the dark safari crap lying around and thought “Hey! Let’s just use this!”.  Bizarre.

Let’s ask the real question of the day…for all the Hawaii travelers that have to check out of their hotels at 10am/11am/12pm on a Saturday…why oh why do all the Maui flights leave in the evening?  I sense a tourism conspiracy.  A way to get us to spend cash at malls and movies and lunches, and yes, Glow In The Dark Mini Golf…

Everyone have a great weekend.  I’ll meet you back here on Monday :)

Yep, you’re pretty much looking at what I did for six days.

I somehow managed to watch several movies, between the LONG plane trips and a day stuck in due to either a sun or chlorine allergy and I’ve done a “witty” one/two sentence summary of each below for your edification (I love the word edification…isn’t it great?)…anyway here they are:

Step Brothers: Funnier than Semi-Pro, less funny than some of the other Will Ferrel vehicles, it’s a bit lacking in plot, like all of ‘those movies’, but with some choice lines you’ll find yourself repeating probably for the rest of your life. A solid 3 Stars.

The Namesake: A beautiful and poignant film, with an ending that slightly let me down, and previews that kind of led me astray, and ultimately made me want to read the book, which I bet is at least ten times better. A good 3.5 stars.

Married Life: A lovely looking period piece about relationships, friendships, and marriage, with excellent performances by everyone except the bootleg Parker Posey (Rachael McAdams for the uninitiated), with the especially brilliant Patricia Clarkson driving the heart of the film, as always. 3.5 Stars.

Sidenote: McAdams wasn’t TERRIBLE, I’m just a little biased and she’s not good here, just acceptable.

Flawless: A hideous film that I never would have finished had I not been belted in at thirty thousand feet and coked up on too much caffeine to fall alseep easily, Demi Moore’s accent is atrocious, and while Michael Cane is pretty solid, as always, the plot and writing are dry and horrible, and the ending is atrocious. I don’t know why anyone would have thought this film could/should be made. 1 Star.

Blue State: An equally hideous little film, that I was tricked into watching by the beguiling Anna Paquin. Breckin Meyer is the lead, who I feel lukewarm about in general, but hated with a firey passion here where he is devoid of chemistry with Paquin (how can you be devoid of chemistry with Anna Paquin?! Even I would have chemistry with Paquin for christ’s sake!) and he is not aided at all by the horrible plot, script, and direction. Yay. 1 Star.

While not technically viewed on my trip, I watched my Netflix rental of Green Street Hooligans upon my return to New York. It was pretty good, and by that I mean that it was sometimes awful and sometimes pretty great in alternating turns. I did expect more from it and found it hard to become to emotionally attached to what was going on considering that the main characters were basically in gangs (called ‘firms’) based on local football (US=Soccer) alliances. Silly. I know it’s true and accurate that many people feel so passionate about sports, and particularly in Europe it has become a problem with violence and alcohol, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about the film The Wind That Shakes The Barley that I watched late last year, and which was so painfully about REAL war, war that can’t be avoided…I don’t know, it just seemed ridiculous to care to much that these kids (and adults) were so stupid to be killing over something so silly as sports loyalties. That said, how is Charlie Hunnam not a HUGE star by now? Gorgeous and very talented. Even standing next to the pretty much always solid Elijah Wood he was a powerhouse in the acting category. I was totally in love, with him, if nothing else. And based largely on that love, I’m giving it 3 Stars.

I also read two excellent books that I’ll be posting hopefully later this week…in case you’re looking for an excellent book :)

That’s right. If you want to fucking text, stay at FUCKING home. Really, why do you want to pay eleven bucks to text anyway?

Also, if you think you’re some kind genius Sherlock Holmes because you figured out that Harvey Dent’s two-headed coin, was in fact two-headed, only shortly before it was “revealed”…let me say this, have you really never seen Harvey Dent ever in a Batman comic book…or cartoon…or even (heaven forbid) Batman & Robint (#3) with Val Kilmer? I mean really, it’s not like this was a huge reveal dude, this is completely common knowledge to anyone with the most basic BASIC knowledge of Batman. We pretty much all know know about the god damn two-headed coin, and if for some reason you don’t, the movie didn’t exactly make it not obvious…so please, just keep your brilliant revelations to yourself next time okay? You just end up looking like a super moron when you go, “OH. It’s a two-headed coin…” to your idiot girlfriend in the middle of the theater as if you are letting us all in on a little secret…guess what…we’re all like an hour and a half (or several decades) ahead of you…moron.

[Spoiler Warning]

Okay, on to the actual The Dark Knight “review”. I have to say, I’m going to fully jump on the bandwagon here…this movie was just incredible. I’ve been thinking about it since last night, and it is definitely one of the best action movies I have ever seen, it also may be the best comic book movie ever made – the fanboy in me probably got more excited about X-Men I and X-Men II because I was so attached to those characters as a kid – but this was an even better film. So far, in thinking about the film, I really can’t find a flaw. The performances were all extraordinary (Ledger most especially); the script was tight and well crafted; and the direction was beautiful and effective. It all came together into a perfectly constructed film.

I have one real complaint, and it’s only because as a woman that loves superheroes and especially superheroines, or at least strong female characters in all films superhero or otherwise, I felt a little ripped off. Rachael Dawes is not a bad character, she’s good and strong and full of passion, but in this movie (and the last) she is the typical damsel in distress needing to be rescued, falling from buildings, getting tied up and blown up, getting exposed to ‘fear gas’ whatever…there’s nothing new there. And then the only other female characters are Detective Ramirez (who anyone in the know thought was Detective Renee Montoya until her name was revealed near the end) who turns out to be a low level bad guy here; and Gordon’s wife Barbara (another innocent victim/woman in distress). So not only are the women in this film portrayed pretty poorly, but Nolan had the perfect opportunity to throw us a bone in the film…by at least showing us young Barbara Gordon instead of silly Jimmy Gordon. Who the F cares about Jimmy Gordon, when young Barbara Gordon (just waiting to become BATGIRL!) is right there…just off screen?! It kind of made the movie a cock fest…in the worst possible way, which made me a bit disappointed in Nolan. But he can redem himself by living up to the foreshadowing of a possible Catwoman for the next film…

(below is paraphrased)

Bruce Wayne: “Will it stand up to dogs?”

Lucius Fox: “Rotweillers or Chihauhuas?” [laughter] “It’ll stand up to cats”…

YES! Redeem yourself to the women of the world Nolan and give us a Catwoman worthy of your film. Michelle Pfeiffer was an excellent Catwoman (the only truly good thing going on) in Burton’s 1992 Batman Returns, but Halle Berry’s horrible nightmare performance/movie has erased for the current population, everything that was right about Pfeiffer’s Selina Kyle…we’re dying for a new and improved version as invisioned by you…and now you owe us…

For the record:

The Good: Pretty much every single thing.

The Bad: The role of women in the film.

The Ugly: Not a goddamn frame. It is GORGEOUS.

The Dark Knight – 4.5 Stars.

I’m baaaaaack.

Sorta.

I’m sure my “dare” above will encourage some little comebacks in the comments…assuming I’ve got any readers left…hello? Is this thing on? Anyone?

It’s true.  I’m totally not badass enough for this gift.  But it’s one of the best gifts I have ever received in my life.  There’s something so encouraging and supportive about this gift (while still being badass) – like Adam just wants me to go running after my dreams even if they’re ridiculous and likely unachievable. 

It’s also a nice reminder that the people who love us see us very differently than we see ourselves.  To Adam it makes sense that I could end up a bass player in a badass little band (even though I’m 32 and not really musically gifted).  I have to say, like all couples, Adam and I have our problems, but when it comes to being supportive and believing in me, I don’t think there’s anyone in the world better at that than Adam. 

Also of note is the fact it’s possible the universe really does want me to be a musician. 

Despite the fact that I was a terrible coronet (similar to the trumpet) player in elementary/middle school (perhaps because I really wanted to play the drums and the band teacher and my parents talked me out of it – and forced the coronet – which I never even liked or showed interest in – onto me – thanks guys – could’ve been a rockstar by now!); in the last five or six years, two wonderful supportive people have bought me musical instruments that I love and have fantasized about knowing how to play.  A wonderful friend of mine from Los Angeles knew I desperately wanted to learn how to play the violin, and one day when she was purchasing a cello for herself (a dream of hers) she just bought me one.  How amazing is that?! 

I’m ashamed to say that I was a very busy girl then, as I am now, and I was also a bit afraid of it, and I never signed up for lessons, and so it instead remains a beautiful piece of art in my house, rather than an “instrument” but this bass gift from Adam has reminded me how much I want those other things in life that seem so out of reach, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let them keep getting away from me.  So, lack of musical talent be damned, badass bass/violinst here I come…

That’s right…anyone here think I was Henry the eighth in a previous life?  I certainly hope not as his karmic debt is freaking intense man.  Life thus far though, as far as awesome rewards go?  I could have totally been Henry…oy.

That’s right.  Totally Fucked Up.  Why do psychics hate me?  We may never know…though if I could stomach the results (more predictions of curses and lifelong bad karma to work off) I would probably embark on a study of psychics to find out if they all hate me, or if there is some kind of pattern or grand conspiracy here…I could even make a fancy excel spreadsheet to chart my results.  Good times!

Also, though my drawing has been crappy lately, let’s take a moment to acknowledge the awesomeness of my head (which looks nothing like me) in panel four.  It’s like one of my favorite things I’ve drawn for this strip (which isn’t saying much).  Go me!

Wow.  A very rushed weekend filled with way too much work from…well, work.  Plus it was my last weekend to get my life in order before Hawaii, and I utterly failed at that, so it’s going to be an interesting week ramping up to that.  Wish me luck. 

Also, Thursday is the one year anniversary of 1979 Semi-Finalist…which seems kind of crazy…I can’t believe a year has passed since I started doing this.  Wild. 

I hope you all had a good weekend.  I saw Hancock on Sunday and it was pretty good, a solid three stars.  It kind of fell apart at the end but overall it was funny and engaging and likeable, and with the exception of some really great ones, better than most superhero movies…and ironically it isn’t based on a comic book…funny.

That’s right…so the question really is, do psychics hate me? Or did I just look the most gullible of the three roommates…with my braids and platinum blonde hair?

Stay tuned for more of this torrid (not the right word – it just sounds good) tale.

Also, here’s a question, pretty related to this comic, and to my “existing conditions”…Why do people totally suck?  I am so sick of sucky people.  Especially when I’m pretty nice.  I mean I’m not all sugary sweet and perfect or anything, but I’m really a pretty damn nice person.  And some people around me…they really blow.

WHOA! As promised…two comics in one day. Don’t spend it all in one place now y’hear?

(That was a whole country…maybe even backwoods thing I was doing there…which I now wish I could take back…what can I say, it’s been a long day and I’m a little punchy…)

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