Liked Batman ..... Alot

I'm not talking shitty batman movies, this the real thing, Burt Ward and Adam West

-In the Bat Cave he has a seismograph, a transistorized shortwave bat transmitter, a fabric analyzer and countless other highly specified machines complete with blinking lights and dials

- His utility belt... universal drug antidote, parachutes, shortwave bat transmitter. It's like a portable, minature version of the bat cave

-The way he ..... talks with a .....Pause................thrown in Every So Often

- Robins boots, I'd like to think that batman chose them, they're like little fairy boots, coincidence? I think not

-The Batmobile is quite possibly the coolest car ever (after mine)

-The sticky situations they get themselves into, trapped in electric chairs (come to think of it why would they have two electric chairs side by side?), tied to a spit the list goes on and on

-The super intelligent things he comes out with " He who hath life hath time" he's so damn smart

- The fight scenes ... pretty sure I don't need to explain why

- Bat shaped infra-red sensors (utility belt) and a spare pair for Robin

- If you look carefully, they're both pretty much identical to a Ken doll if you know what I mean

-His theme song has only two words, nananana and Batman! nice and simple

-His town, Gotham City; his home, Wayne Manor; his 'special guest villains' cat woman, joker, penguin, ma parker, the riddler etc etc

In conclusion, Batman is the ultimate super hero, even if he does live with an underage boy who is not related to him in any way, a very tall butler and an old lady

Who

Tuesday was Anzac Day, and for the first time I had the chance to go to the dawn service.
I've grown up around the whole war rememberance thing, seen the movies and the documentaries, read the books; but it never felt quite so real and awful as it did at 5.45am, in pitch black, freezing cold and with 30,000 other people.
I went with my brother and sister both younger than me, and I was surprised to see how many young people were there (that makes me sound old) I guess it goes to show that you can't judge people at all.
Listening to the atrocious things they went through and how they still had a joke made me feel so sad and disgusted that people would do this to each other, and at the same time so proud knowing that thats my culture, it's so Australian.

A Freak

Last week, on saturday, a friend and I went to a party but it was not just any party - it was a freak party. The kind of people who hang around Flinders St. Station and wear top hats and carry canes and wear tails ( like the dinner jacket - not animal tails although I wouldn't be surprised). We left the party pretty soon after we got there because they were just stupid.

On the way back we got to talking about freaks and in particular why they think they're so much better than "normal" people ... you know the kind, they have a job, don't stay at uni instead of going out and working, people who live in the real world.
We decided that they think themselves better because of this reason, they do what they want and don't dress or behave like everybody else; I know this isn't an original idea but who are they trying to fool? they're Exactly like every other freak out there. And do they think we're shocked by their ways, that we don't know how to take it because we don't acknowledge them or make comment about their behaviour? I hate to disappoint but no, it's just that we don't care, we've seen it all before and they're not quite as original and different as they think they are.

I don't care what other people do, as long as they aren't slaughtering animals and small children for kicks, but if any freak is ever reading this ( and you know who you are) don't act so superior to everybody else, because you're not.

There was

One week ago exactly my car died, sort of, it just wouldn't drive very well; and so now much to my upsettance (this is my page I can make up whatever words I like) my car has no engine, there's nothing in there whatsoever and there wasn't alot to begin with either.
Fortunately ( I am grateful for it) I have been loaned a red car by a mother of a friend and here are the top 13 reasons why I hate it in no particular order except for number one - most important

1a. It is impossible to achieve the level of coolness that I'm used to in this car (laugh if you will but my proper broken car is damn cool) even if you have your elbow sticking out the window which just looks wrong in the red car

1b. The steering wheel is too fat and it has some sticking out bits in it

2. The thing used to wind down the window is too far away, I have to move to reach it

3. Theres a wooden acorn on a string hanging from the cigarette lighter which i really want to draw a face on ( with a moustache) but I'm not sure if its just an air freshener or some sort of strange .......whats the word.... when you go somewhere and get something to remember that place by.........damn.......souveneir!

4. It's hard to see out of the back of this car because the seats have headrests so I'm scared to change lanes

5. The right indicator doesn't automatically switch off when you turn, so now I've become one of those people that I mock, driving with the indicator on and not turning anywhere

6. I miss my cd player

7. It smells like the people I've borrowed it from

8. It's an automatic, and although it makes it easier to eat while driving ( which is actually where I have most of my meals) it's so damn boring

9. The headlights are too dim, so all the lights in the dash are also too dim

10. The carpet inside it is brown the seats are brown, the doors are brown I Hate Brown ( was once discriminated against for having brown socks - seriously)

11. Its a grown ups car, it's a car for people that have children and want to drive them to ballet and hockey practice and whatever else it is kids do

12. Every time I go to pick something up from the floor I smack my head into the rear vision mirror

13. It's hard to park, even though my real car is alot bigger

First

It's so much pressure to write this even though it's possible nobody will read it....