So I may be a little late to the party, but this latest trailer for Batman v. Superman has made me giggle… And I’m not sure if it was supposed to.
Ah, yes. They meet. Sexual, smoldering tension. I feel like this has been done before… Where have I seen this…
It is in the back of my mind…
But seriously, at the 2:00 mark in the trailer, Batman says… And I quote… “It’s time you learned what it means to be a man.” …man.
And also: WTF is up with Lex? Has he been inhaling Joker Toxin?
I don’t mean to sound so blase about yesterday’s events in California, but it is kind of hard not to when mass shootings have become the new normal here in America.
And, of course, it didn’t take long for the cogs of the U.S. political machine to jump onto Twitter offering outrage and prayers.
What is interesting, though, is how the different political parties responded. There is obviously a clear distinction in the rhetoric used, let’s see if you can pin point it.
Now, I’m not saying that these politicians are unaware of what they are doing. They are very aware of who they are megaphoning to. But, I guess what bothers me is that prayers without action are meaningless platitudes. For me, I suppose the distinction is in active versus passive wording… It just amuses me that the distinction also happens to be divided by party, too.
I think I’ve got Tuesdays down now. Maybe. Who knows, really.
But this Tuesday, if it is indeed Tuesday, seems like the best time to introduce you to @NightValeRadio the official Welcome To Night Vale mouthpiece on twitter.
If you don’t already know about Welcome to Night Vale, then strap in my lovelies and prepare for an unsettling journey.
To be brief, Welcome to Night Vale is a bi-monthly podcast that features the goings-on of the small desert town Night Vale, USA. And while you might think, “who wants to hear about small town life, usa?” A few minutes into any podcast will tell you there is something strange about this particular small town. And the accompanying twitter only solidifies that uneasy feeling.
That…doesn’t sound right.
Sometimes hard truths get dropped.
Really hard truths that tend to strike at fundamental cores of beings.
They couldn’t possibly know that…Could they?
Well, as long as you’re honest, I suppose.
That’s…not comforting at all.
I swear it’s like they’re in my brain.
But in all seriousness, Welcome to Night Vale is like if the Twilight Zone and Winesburg, Ohio by Sherwood Anderson had a love child. It is wonderfully macabre, but light and playful at the same time. This weird mixture of rhetoric serves to confound and draw in Night Vale’s audience, making it worth a follow.
Because who doesn’t love philosophers who play some pen and paper?