Ska-doosh

Also known as, holy mother bunk.

Space held for legitimate blog post TK (haaa) which involves coherent thought at TBD time.

Unstoppable Force, Immovable Object

I originally had a long-winded post about Dark Knight's midnight showing here. I was waxing poetic about the performances, and the complex story-telling, and the undeniably breathtaking cinematography -- but it really boils down to this.

Never has a movie rocked me to the core as much as this one. Three days later and I am still listening to the theme music, I'm still pondering the plot points, and I can still envision the sights and sounds of the climactic scenes. Perhaps because I have grown up loving and believing in Batman's morals, Bruce Wayne's dilemmas, his ultimately ludicrous and insane devotion to self-sacrifice -- but those should have been drawbacks in watching Dark Knight. I should have hated it, because I went in with the highest expectations I have ever had for a film. I went in hoping for more than I could possibly ask for, and the best part, is that I came out feeling like I'd gotten more than I could even have imagined. I don't do film analysis, I don't understand it well enough. All I'll tell you from a story-teller's perspective, is that Nolan and his cast have done an incredible job of creating multi-faceted, realistic characters who you understand so well and recognize so blatantly as echoing the darkest parts of yourself, that you will be afraid to blink lest they show up as the person sitting next to you.

If I can tell you nothing else, how about this.

Dark Knight makes me believe in men, after I so bitterly lost faith in them. Maybe not all men, (alas), but in the courage, in the strength, in the valor of the good ones. The Dark Knight makes me believe in love again. (This idea, less easily discernible from watching it, but we'll just say it's because my conception of Bruce Wayne as a little girl was brought to life by a man whom I have adored for a number of years.)

And that's only after my first viewing. At midnight. In less than optimal absorption mode.

Can you imagine what will happen after my second?

Uh, what is that thing next to your keyboard?

CREEPY, is what it is. Think the 3D head of a person (ew) sitting on your desk as you work. Inside a plastic box. The technology is exciting, don't get me wrong, but why the blogger decided to comment on its abilities as a "significant other" reminder is beyond me. I love having 3D decapitated versions of people staring at me as I'm typing, don't you?

One Small Step for Women...

A very small, itsy-bitsy, teeny... step.

Apparently some really awesome (?) peeps got together and decided to create a comparable "gadget" website to gizmodo or engadget for the ladies. Quaintly named Popgadget the site features all the latest and greatest in popular tech/somewhat useless information.

I think I feel degraded...ish. But alas, tis true that all those popular tech blogs probably appeal to more gents than ladies (blah, blah blah, but I read them, blah blah blah). So, I am grateful for a group of people who got together to try and inform les femmes about all the wicked cool gadget-y stuff out there.

Plus, they try and feature cute/pretty things. It's like a weird amalgam of cuteoverload and gizmodo. Which, I guess, I do kind of like.  Ah! I've been niched into a demographic. Someone buy me an it bag and make me feel better. OR, I could just start looking for an outfit to wear to a friend's 2011 wedding in space.