Tagged: batman

We have enough left over turkey and chocolate in our house to last us well through the coming zombie apocalypse.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011 -- 3:05 am

Christmas has come and gone, and remarkably, somehow our tree has remained in one piece this year.  I think my brilliant tactic of spritzing the tree down with smelly perfume each day helped convince Iroh that maybe he'd forgo climbing through the branches and breaking all of my pretty ornaments this holiday season.  *Gives kitty a warning look*

I hope Santa was good to everyone.  I, for one, must have made it somewhere on that nice list, as I received all sorts of shinies, such as a very badly desired clothes steamer (no more ironing, hurrah!); several awesome paintings commissioned by Sister, courtesy of her lovely friend, Jill; and a wonderfully obscene amount of chocolate.  Also, wonderful husband is wonderful -- he ordered me my perfectly perfect new Miche purse, as well as set me up with a year-long subscription to both Batman and Detective Comics~  X3  The timing couldn't be more perfect, what with the whole DC reboot, which I've been meaning to give a try; admittedly, I'm not thrilled from the snippits of Harley Quinn's head-to-toe revamp I've seen floating around online -- and when I say "not thrilled", I actually mean a little piece of my fangirly soul has been ripped out, gored to death, and left to shrivel up and be picked at by scavenging wild dogs *twitch twitch*  D:{ -- but aside from that, I've been told that it's still more-or-less the same Batman I've come to know and love.  I eagerly anticipate glossy pages chock full of caped crusaderdome to begin arriving monthly in my mailbox~  *Squee!*

Speaking of a certain Dark Knight, what's with DC's complete lack of officially licensed Batman art?  In an attempt to spruce up the walls of our depressingly bare basement, I geeked out and ordered a couple of great Doctor Who prints to hang up -- namely, this one and this one -- and have also been trying, without success, to find something awesome and Batman-themed to hang over our shuffleboard table.  Unfortunately, it seems that when you do a search for Batman wall art, all you get is the same dozen poster prints over and over again.  Don't get me wrong -- I schmooze over Jim Lee's sexy drawings as much as the next comic book fan, but is it too much to ask for a little variety?  You'd think with all of the different artists that DC enlists, they would release a steady stream of for-sale prints for fans to plaster their homes with, but there's really not much to speak of at all.  ;_;

Ideally, I would pee rainbows of joy to have a copy of this magnificent canvas print mounted on my wall:

Sadly, it is a tad more ridiculously expensive than I'm willing to pay, so unless an unlikely $20 clearlance copy pops up on eBay, I'm out of luck.  Like all *coughcough* highly illegal *coughcough* fan produced prints, they're hard to find copies of in the first place -- and when you do find a nice one, they're usually pricey.  It's so very unfair that finding pretty Batman art for sale should be harder than going out and purchasing a bag of crack cocaine (this is a guess, obviously, as I actually have no idea how hard it is or isn't to buy crack, or any type of drug, really -- however, I stand by my assumption, as evidenced by the fact that I have met a depressing amount of people who seem to walk around permanently stoned, yet I have met a total of zero people who sport any type of fashionable Batman artwork on their walls.)  Sigh.

Sad fangirl is sad.

A brief interlude.

Monday, December 19, 2011 -- 11:18 pm

Oh, my poor, poor neglected blog.  What has full-time schooling done to you?

No fear though, I have successfully survived my first semester!  Bring on the Christmas holidays, coo coo ca choo~  I'll try to give my blog a little more love during my two weeks off, maybe post some more book reviews -- but for now, here's the entirety of what little you've missed of my life for November and December:

  • Exams are finished!  Grades are in!  I finished my classes with three A+'s and one A so far (though we haven't officially received our final grade for English, but based on my prior assignment marks and the final exam, I'm going to go ahead and assume I'll end up with an A for that class as well.)  I'm looking forward to the start of second semester with its early morning classes (leaving more time to spare in the afternoons and evenings) and having one less class in my course load; I opted to drop a class in both second and third semester, in favor of taking them during the summer and hopefully lessening my stress over the next two terms.  *Crosses fingers*
  • I'm a mere hairs-breadth away from finishing my Christmas shopping!  This is an improvement over last year, considering I only began my shopping two days ago; however, once again my procrastination when it comes to ordering gifts online has left me fretting if any of them will even arrive before the 25th...  =_=;
  • My temporary four month page position at SAPL has been extended to a permanent one!  Hallelujah!  It's still only one day a week, but it'll be on Thursdays instead of Saturdays which will free up my weekends nicely to breath a little and keep up with homework.  Besides, a tiny one-day-a-week library position looks better on a resume than no library position at all.
  • After exercising a considerable amount of will power for the last two months, I've finally broken open my copy of Batman: Arkham City!  *Gibbers excitedly with fangirlish glee*  So far, the sequel is just as much fun as its predecessor -- though I hate the new take on Harley, and for whatever reason I'm feeling much more inept this time around when it comes to executing all of the different button combinations...  There has been a frustrating increase in accidentally falling off roofs when I'm trying to ground pound goons, and inadvertently exposing myself headlong into enemy fire when I'm trying to sneak around all ninja stealthy-like.  I'm a sorry excuse for a gamer, but it's Batman and so I shall persevere.  *DETERMINED FACE*

Oh yeah, and obviously I'm back from our cruise!  I kind of forgot to get around to writing up a whole vacation recap post in the midst of looming project deadlines and exam havoc.  Rest assured though that the vacation was very awesome, despite this Carnival ship being especially rocky for whatever reason -- we heard someone say that the Carnival Dream didn't have "stabilizers" or whatever the crazy boat magic is that's supposed to keep the ship from pitching back and forth wildly under your feet in crazy 16 foot swells.  So a slightly dizzying trip, yes, but still awesome.

Did I mention that we swam with sea turtles?   WILD SEA TURTLES.  They swam up for air right next to you!  If not for the strict rule we were given beforehand of "no touching, no hugging, no licking" (no lie)  of the wild life, I could have kissed those sea turtles right on the nose -- that's how close they came!  So amazing~

:3

It’s been a good day.

Friday, August 5, 2011 -- 10:23 pm

Awesome thing one:

Omigod omigod omigod I've been offered an interview at the St. Albert Public Library next week!  *Ecstatic hand flail*  This time next week, after almost two years of standing outside with my face smooshed up unflatteringly against the window, I may finally have a job at a library.  (Knock on wood.)  Granted, when I said before that it was very part-time, it really is -- we're talking only several hours per week, but damnit I'd take it!  I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high obviously yet before I even go into the interview (because that always just calls upon lots of horrid, heart crushing wrath from high atop somewhere), but I'd like to think I have a pretty good chance.  (Knock knock knock.)

Any contributions to Team Brenna in the form of good wishes and heaping buckets of telepathic lucky vibes would be appreciated and encouraged.  X3

Awesome thing two:

Once again I was fortunate to experience the Box Of Fun today at work!  What is the Box Of Fun, you ask?  Simply put, it is a box that contains unparalleled happiness, joy, and downright silliness.  Imagine, if you will: a random cardboard box on a random cage cart of stock that by all means appears completely unremarkable and boring on the outside... but then you slowly cut through the packing tape... and pull open the cardboard flaps... and suddenly you are assaulted by a RAINBOW OF COLOR and SPROINGY SPRINGS and FUZZY POM POMS all exploding in your face like Fourth of July fireworks!  OMG SO MUCH FUN!  :D  IT CANNOT BE CONTAINED!

Basically it's a box of brightly colored cat scratching posts, but I'm serious, after hour upon hour of unpacking boxes full of duct tape and Lysol bathroom cleaner, there is nothing more surprising and exciting then to open a box and have a bunch of furry pom poms pop up in the air like hilarious and adorable Jack-in-the-boxes.  It's pretty much the next best thing to opening a box full of actual real life frolicking kittens.  This is the third time I've been assigned a stock cart with this particular product on it and every time I squee and giggle and just like that my day always becomes significantly more cheery.  No one else really seems to understand the full entertainment value of it though.  You really have to be there to fully experience The Fun.

Awesome thing three:

Guess what finally arrived in the mail today?  That's right.

Fuck yeah.

A perfect, geektastic Sunday.

Sunday, July 3, 2011 -- 3:29 pm

A friend on Facebook posted this morning that Sunday mornings should always consist of tea and video games; in my case, however, I prefer to take my lazy Sunday mornings with a good helping of chocolate and a giant stack of Batman comics.

I just finished reading Batman: Long Shadows, and while I haven't actually gotten the chance to read the precursor events that lead up to it after R.I.P. and during Final Crisis (still trying to get my hands on a copy of these ones!), I've patched together a somewhat muddled grasp of the whole Batman-is-all-dead plot and what went down.  Even not having read the material leading up to Long Shadows, it was still so good!  And sad!

For the love of god, WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ALFRED A HUG?  D:}  Watching Alfred Pennyworth mourn for the loss of Bruce Wayne is like having all of the happiness in the world shrivel up, blacken, and die.  *Sobs hysterically*  For anyone who is a West Wing fan, you know how your heart feels like it's been ripped out of your chest when you watch Donna get the news that Josh has been shot?  That gut wrenching feeling when Jed hears that Mrs. Landingham has died?  Or when you watch Buffy, how your heart flutters all sad and painful any time you see Willow crying?  It's like that.


He's so sad!  I just want to reach into the pages and hug the stuffing out of him until there's no more bad to possibly squeeze out anymore!  ;_;

As for another of the Batman graphic novels I've read this week, Lovers and Madmen is also a fantastic Batman story, though less in the heart wrenching, soul crushing sort of way and much more in the insane sociopath with a gun way.  L&M is another different take on the Joker's origin story, and it's awesome.  The writing is top notch and the art style fits the story perfectly.  I personally sort of like my Joker background-story-less because the ambiguity is part of what makes him interesting, but canon or not, this version of things fits him to a T.

Two five-star Batman tales in one week!  EPIC GEEK WIN.

Picking up where we left off.

Saturday, June 25, 2011 -- 11:11 pm

Oh dear, so behind on everything blog-related!  D:  Not enough time in my few free evening hours any more!  Here's the rest of the book spam I never finished from a post or two ago:

  • Change of Heart by Jodi Picoult
    The story opens with the conviction of Shay Bourne, a carpenter, for the murder of a little girl and her stepfather, a police officer -- given the serverity of his crime, Bourne is sentenced to death.  Eleven years later, as Shay's execution date looms, he's desperate to find redemption and salvation when he dies by donating his heart to a terminally ill child, whose mother just happens to be the same woman whose husband and daughter he killed.  Drama!  Angst!  Did I mention that while this is all going on, strange and miraculous events are unfolding in Shay Bourne's little prison cell, leading thousands of people to think he's the messiah? 

    This was a bit of a different twist compared to what Picoult usually writes, still with the courtroom drama but alongside elements very reminiscent of The Green Mile and with just a hint of Bridget Jones' Diary thrown in here and there.  It sounds weird but I enjoyed this book.  Admittedly, there were some holes in the storytelling which I found jarring and uncommon for Jodi Picoult.  Also, Shay's character was a little all over the place; at times he seemed to completely change personalities from one chapter to the next which made it really hard to relate to him (maybe this was intentional?  I don't know.)  Religion is a big theme in this story, and to that end what it means to be religious and what exactly faith is.  I consider myself spiritual by nature, though never strictly religious, so some of the arguments in this book really rang true for me.  Overall the plot was very engaging and I liked it.  (And BTW, totally called the surprise twist early on.  \o/ )  4/5

  • Alphabet by Kathy Page
    Highly intelligent but illiterate and with a childhood of care homes and fostering behind him, Simon Austen is sent down for life for murdering his girlfriend.  While in prison, he teaches himself to read and write and initiates a series of illicit correspondences with several women, and with it language suddenly takes on a new significance and Simon begins on a journey exploring his identity, his crime, and his redemption.  To be honest, I didn't finish this book.  To be even more honest, I don't think I even made it a third of the way through.  *Sheepish*  I'm not sure whether it was the lure of other books on my list I was itching to read, or if I truly just couldn't get into Alphabet's story that made me give it up.  Part of me feels like I should give it another try, but the other part of me has already doomed it to the donation bin to move on to bigger and better novels sitting on my shelf screaming to be read.  Baaaaa.  1/5 

  • Life of Pi by Yann Martel
    I love this book!  One of my all time faves.  Piscine Molitor Patel (known as Pi) is a boy from Pondicherry, India, whose family owns a large zoo; when they decide to emigrate to Canada, the cargo ship carrying them and all of their zoo animals sinks in the middle of the Pacific.  Pi is the only survivor, or so he thinks, when he struggles aboard a lifeboat and finds himself unexpectedly sharing it with an injured zebra, a spotted hyena, an orangutan, and Richard Parker -- an immense Bengal tiger.  While most of the animals succumb to their respective fates, Pi and Richard Parker cling to life in this amazing, believable, and absorbing tale. 

    Okay, so here's the thing.  There's really no way to summarize this book without it sounding ridiculous, but trust me, it's not.  It's so good. This is probably my third or fourth time reading it and I enjoy it just as much now as I did the first time.  I love Martel's storytelling, his heart, his humor, and the way he manages to have this kid survive on this lifeboat with an fully grown adult tiger for several months without becoming kitty kibble and he makes you believe it. Just a warning -- you need to make it through the first hundred pages or so of the book before the ship actually sinks and hijinks start to ensue, but even those hundred pages of Pi's backstory and his unusual practice of three vastly different religions simultaneously are well done, if you ask me.  So if you haven't already read Life of Pi, go read it now and love it.  LOVE IT.  *Shakes fist*  5/5

  • Room by Emma Donoghue
    Five-year-old Jack and his mother live in an 11'x11' room, and for Jack, who has never stepped a foot outside, it is the only world he has ever known and loved.  He's innocent to the reality that Room is in fact a prison where he and his Ma have been held against their will for the last seven years, and when his mother devises a desperate escape plan, Jack's world is turned upside down. 

    The narrative is told completely from Jack's point of view which gives a unique, innocent impression of the events and truth as they unfold as only a five-year-old child who's never known anything else in his life could possibly deliver.  This was a really great read with some interesting exploration of concepts like adaptation and how normalcy is only relative.  4/5

  • A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire, #1) by George R.R. Martin
    Martin's renown epic fantasy saga.  *Trumpets sound*  After hearing raves from so many people, I finally broke down and used a gift card I had to purchase the first four books of the Song of Ice and Fire series to see what all the hullabaloo was about.  If you're a book lover you've probably read it by now, and I'm too lazy to write up a summary so I'm stealing one from Goodreads: "Martin's Seven Kingdoms resemble England during the Wars of the Roses, with the Stark and Lannister families standing in for the Yorks and Lancasters. The story of these two families and their struggle to control the Iron Throne dominates the foreground; in the background is a huge, ancient wall marking the northern border, beyond which barbarians, ice vampires, and direwolves menace the south as years-long winter advances. Abroad, a dragon princess lives among horse nomads and dreams of fiery reconquest." 

    Verdict?  It was... okay.  Here's the thing about this book -- like many epic fantasies, it's a lengthy read.  And, again just like many epic fantasies, there were waaaay too many characters and families and places that I just couldn't keep straight.  Trying to keep track of who that is and who this is and who's fighting who and what army is invading where and who's up to what insidious scheme is just... exhausting.  It didn't help that half of the time I found myself having to force myself to finish a chapter.  Don't get me wrong, over all Martin has an engaging plot going here -- and when the story was good, it was really good (in a everyone-go-away-I'm-reading-so-you-don't-exist sort of way); but when it was bad it was really bad.  There are certain chapters and character story lines in this book where I was bored to tears.  Robb, Catelyn, Arya... omg so dull, I wanted to just skip every chapter with them in it.  On the other hand, characters like Tyrion, Eddard, and Daenerys -- thoroughly enjoyable.  (Sansa was another character I spent most of the book disliking, but was happily surprised when she finally started getting interesting toward the end.)  Did I think Game of Thrones fantastic?  No.  Then again I'm one of those people who has tried in vain multiple times to slog through LotR without success.  Was it worth the read?  Well, parts of it were.  I'm tempted to read the second book if only to follow the subplots of my favorite characters.  3/5

  • About a Boy by Nick Hornby
    The book that inspired the movie of the same title starring the deliciously smarmy Hugh Grant~  Shamelessly pilfered book summary: "Will is thirty-six, comfortable and child-free. And he's discovered a brilliant new way of meeting women -- through single-parent groups. Marcus is twelve and a little bit nerdish: he's got the kind of mother who made him listen to Joni Mitchell rather than Nirvana. Perhaps they can help each other out a little bit, and both can start to act their age." 

    I remember enjoying the movie back when I first watched it, so when I came across it in the library I couldn't help but snatch it up (if only for visions of surly Hugh Grant staring all smoldery and sexy in my head.)  It's a sweet and entertaining read, and most of the time Will's character is completely hilarious and obnoxiously arrogant at the same time, and Marcus is also often hilarious but in an entirely different way.  I don't remember the movie details particularly well, but I believe the book goes into further detail regarding Marcus' mother's depression as well as his friendship with Ellie.  A little slow in some parts, but Will and Marcus' whole awkward male bonding thing is very adorable.  3/5

  • Annabel by Kathleen Winter
    Set in Labrador in the 1960's, a child neither entirely male or female, but both, is born.  With only the parents and the attending midwife privy to the secret, the child's father makes the decision to raise the baby as a boy named Wayne.  As Wayne matures into adulthood, the physical, emotional, and mental female attributes that have been repressed for so long begin to surface and he must make the decision for himself about who he truely is. 

    I was instantly intrigued when I read the book jacket of this one on the new releases shelf.  Very interesting premise, however I found the story lagging in places, especially nearer the end.  It didn't really delve as much into the physical and emotional aspects of the character being born a hermaphrodite as I thought it would; it's much more a coming-of-age story then anything.  I guess I sort of went in looking for more of a documentary-like account, to learn something, and that's not really what this book focuses on.  Still a nice enough read though.  3/5

Some of those got overly rambly, I apologize.  =_=;

And HEY, in between the smorgasbord of novels lately I've also been stuffing my face with Batman and Buffy comics!  I polished off three more big Batman title story arcs and compilations: Batman and SonBatman R.I.P.; and Serious House on Serious Earth, all three of which I made the mistake of reading in the complete reverse order that I really should have, and if I'd done so would have saved myself a significant amount of confusion.  As for BtVS, I finally caught up to the seventh volume of the Buffy: Season Eight graphic novel, and FYI, season eight has become a little... weird... *Gives Joss Whedon a hesitant sidelong look that clearly says that she's a loyal fan but is becoming increasingly concerned about his most recent foray into crazy.*  Magic world-creating cosmic space sex, indeed.

Joker & Harley test run.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010 -- 7:07 pm
Mood: 07 Fangirly

In an effort to get in some much-needed Joker-drawing practice for a project I'm very slowly gearing up to start on, this is what I've spent most of my time on over the past few days:

Aside from a few random headshot scribbles -- and one earlier art attempt that went all BLAH and will probably forever remain unfinished -- this is my first stab at any sort of Batman fan art. It actually turned out more or less like I wanted it to, which is a pleasant change from the way art usually pans out for me. It took me way longer to draw than usual, because I'm all sort of fail when it comes to drawing interacting characters and objects, so this was actually drawn in three separate pieces: first the parlor chair, then one for J, then finally Harley. This is not the first time I've been thankful to own my own light table.

Since I've finally accepted the fact that I never get around to ever coloring anything *shame*, I've put out a couple requests for someone to ink and color it for me, so hopefully I get some responses from that right away and can get it prettied up~ :B