Seriously. POISON. Confusing yet miserably attractive poison. This is why you should never let infants play around under the sink: bright blue viscous fluid looks so goddamned inviting. It's the wrong impulse.

You too can write to Rorschach!:

rorschachsjournal.com

Nice to see them taking a page from the Joker's book. Hey who would win in a fight? Rorschach or the Joker? How about Rorschach and the Joker team up on Batman and John McClane? What if they had ten stormtroopers each? What if the first one to kill an opponent's stormtrooper got Jango Fett? What if General Zod were blowing on them, while ewoks threw rocks? What then?

Die Hard review was really challenging, but rewarding in the end. Taste this:

"There is no greater monument to the internal image of America's awesomeness than the '80s action hero, and the width of the gulf between that man's world (corporate skyscrapers, coke-sniffing yuppies, and disposable Eurotrash baddies) and the world we live in now (Homeland Security, near-fascist politcal correctness, and the ever-shifting sands of the war on terror) is so telling, it's almost tear-inducing. How awful it is to be a man like John McClane, in Paris Hilton's America."

Then read on if you so choose. Man, if only there was that much to play with in the other three films. I might go back and review 'em too. But sometimes a yippee ki yay is just a yippee ki yay.

So now I am going to have to go over to the coffee shop and finish Goblet of Fire, because as has proven true since the very first time I read the book, I just can't leave Harry in that graveyard. No matter what. As soon as they touch the portkey, I am overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of leaving Harry alone in that cemetery by closing the book for even a moment longer than I have to. It actually upsets me. Which, I must admit, does not happen with any other story that I have ever read, seen, or been told. I just can't do it. I have to get him home, even if it takes me all night.

I am so glad to be on vacation right now, I can't even tell you. This one was direly, direly needed.

"Jerry, it's Frank Costanza. Steinbrenner's here, George is dead, call me back."
- Frank Costanza