Ledger ruled. Best comic book movie ever, no question about it. I put it up there in front of Superman 2 and Spider-man 2.

Not to say it didn't have its flaws. That suit is still way too big. And those gadgets are still kinda corny, he still has ninja stars shaped like bats? I'm suprised Alfred doesn't serve Bruce some Batman cereal in the morning.
And he is so going to lose his voice if he keeps talking like a five pack a day smoker. A fucking billionaire, he can't get a voice box or something?


And, jesus christ, when Joker calls Maggie Gyllenhall beautiful, I heard the audience laughing. That is one odd looking broad.

and why is he in charge of all negro-related media programming?

HEDCOLD!!!

Hopefully this blessed event will mark a new begining or the final straw.

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engaged.

figured i would share with you 3.

When I see videos like this, I want to stab the people that made it in their face for being lying, sensationalist, money-hungry scumbags.

That's the only "Secret" there is going on around here: Come at someone with con-job bullshit like this, you get snuffed.

If people understood that, then this world would be a much better place indeed...but i would be miserable because there would be nobody to fuck with.

I want to bash the chink at cisco who designed it right in his yellow skull.

Figured I'd ask. I am suffering withdrawal lately because there is just nothing on now that LOST and Battlestar Galactica are on hiatus.

Short oil futures.

I was in a meeting today. An interminable meeting with some lady from our communications group who made no sense, yet she just kept talking and talking and talking.

My mind started to wander about all the zany things I'd like to do and the reactions that they'd get: closing my eyes, putting my head on the table, groaning, looking at her really angrily, whatever.

But then I realized that I had to shit real bad. I looked around and realized that I was far enough away from anyone that I could probably squeeze out some gas without anyone being offended. Then I realized I was all alone at the end of table and there was no door behind me. I could have definitely slipped my pants off and possibly even slyly squated besides my chair and maybe even taken a bit of a shit. And then I could grab a fistful of my shit and throw it at her and hit her in the face.

This made me very happy. I started smiling and I couldn't stop. A laugh started to grow and I had to cough to cover it. But then I kept smiling and I had those shivering shoulders that people have when they are trying to contain a laugh. They looked at me weird.

Then I left and surfed the web for three hours.