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See also “Be The Batman”
All you need is a sheltered life, no money and the maturity of a 10 year old. Embarrassment of yourself is unnecessary and avoidable, apparently. Sounds like George W Bush’s adolescence (except for the money thing). This is a true story.
Costumed Batman fan accused of memorabilia theft at Michigan theater
JULY 28–Meet Spencer Taylor. The Michigan man, 20, was arrested early yesterday morning for allegedly trying to steal Batman posters and other collectibles from a theater showing “The Dark Knight.“
See his picture in full makeup at the link. Then there’s the real criminal. Not a joke.
Dad Leaves Toddler In Car While He Attends “Dark Knight” Movie
Last Update: 7/23 1:53 pm
A Salt Lake City, Utah audience was engrossed in the new action-packed Batman movie when it was interrupted early Sunday morning
While 23-year-old David Farnham was enjoying the 11:30 p.m. showing of “The Dark Knight” inside an air-conditioned theater, his 2-year-old son, Justin, was all alone in a hot car, surrounded by signs that warn patrons to park at their own risk.
Farnham, who has no prior criminal history, missed the last 10 minutes of the movie, and there was a slight interruption for everyone else when officers turned up the lights and arrested him inside the theater.
With the movie off and the lights on, the officers told the packed crowd they were looking for Farnham.
Then they told the crowd why.
“In regards to the baby left in the car,” movie goer Katty Zlochevsky said. “Then everyone kind of gasped. We all looked to see where he was, and he stood up and went down the stairs. And then people kind of threw stuff and started booing, and no one knew what to do.”
Farnham was taken away, and the last 10 minutes of the movie continued.
Don’t call him the Joker. Call this guy “The AssClown”
Filed under: PHOTOS, TV, art, business, charity, court, entertainment, feminism, legal, media, music, photography, picture, pictures, pop culture, roller derby, sports, television, video, wrestling
Went to my first roller derby match this past Father’s Day. It was my father’s idea.
It was the most fun I had in Athens, GA since Athens PopFest 2007 with Daniel Johnston and Elekibass. Only saw one act this year: Claire and Bains Yum Yum Tree. They are a funky sort of folk music. I hate folk music. They make me like it. Maybe they’re the rebirth of folk? Or the birth of Folk Funk? They sound like this group. For good reason. Claire’s voice is amazing.
Back to the roller funk.
When I was a kid, TV roller derby was a little like professional wrestling on wheels. Large, lumbering female characters who mocked the TV audience, antagonized the crowd and pretend clobbered opponents. They were the about the same shape, size and disposition of any high school gym teacher (pick a gender).
I think the only reason anyone (men) ever watched was the for unlikely chance that a spontaneous orgy would break out. The same reason men do most things. Everyone else knows better. Because of lack of imagination, low budgets or spontaneous orgy, it came across more like an Saturday afternoon of televised bowling. Boring. I really, really thought it was going to be a little stupid. A little fun maybe, but stupid.
Like the Gong Show, a Roller Derby revival was long overdue.
The results were a serious competition between what appeared to be serious athletes having a lot of fun, kicking ass, with some really good, goofy names. Slammy Faye Breaker, Myrtle Kombat, Ivanna Kicksomash and Pound Cake. The rules are a little confusing. Basically one team member has to stay ahead of her opponent for a few minutes at a time. Her teammates blocking until time expires. Pile ups were infrequent but inevitable. It’s campy by default but both teams took it seriously. I did too. I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to see them win (they did). That’s a good omen.
Part of the ticket price went to CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocate. They provide advocates to speak for abused or neglected kids in court.
Charity, good clean fun, cute girls in spandex and I didn’t have to wear a tie. What’s not too like? I will probably go again even if I have to wear a tie. The bar is set. I will now expect one or all of these every time I go.
No more soccer for the kids, soccer moms. America needs more Roller Derby. Please support your local team.
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All you need is a case of post traumatic stress disorder, insomnia, billions of dollars and 10-12 years of training. Endangerment of a minor (Robin) is optional but helps, apparently. Sounds like Bush’s plan for Iraq. Batman’s story is fiction, too.
A scholarly look at the possibilities
If the new movie is no good you can always read this. It’s the inspiration for almost all Batman media since 1986. All of it. You should be able to find a used copy pretty inexpensively at Amazon or whatnot. Hollywood is still mining it’s gold in film and animation. It should exceed all your Bat expectations. Unless I hear applause from outside the movie theater, I plan to rent the DVD.
My qualifications for The Batman: I have insomnia, good intentions and have spent years chasing shadows. I like black and am sort of a night person. I scare easily as opposed to scare others. Sometimes I walk quietly without meaning to. Other than the billions I don’t want some of that other stuff. So he still wins. I might qualify for henchmen #2 . If I knew someone. Maybe.
Filed under: atheism, carny life, christian, christianity, christians, church, faith, god, news, religion, velvet painting
Described by one of the alleged authors as a “Literary Classic“, at least 3 different people claim to have written “Footprints in the Sand“, the life changing poem found on bathroom walls across America. They or their estates are in a court battle to establish it’s author. And gather it’s profits. “Footprints” may be patient zero in the great plague known as Christian Pop Culture.
Mary Stevenson. Footprint cursor tracer at website.
Carolyn Joyce Carty. Pixie dust tracer at website.
Pixie tchotchke can almost certainly be found in almost any room with the poem, it’s possible one of these two is the author.
What? A nice old lady? A deceased Sunday school teacher who taught both Carolyn Joyce Carty and Traveling Evangelist Margaret Fishback-Powers Sunday school class? Not bloody likely that she’s the author. Mrs. Scharring-Hausen estate has the oldest claim.
Traveling evangelist Margaret Fishback-Powers.
No fancy cursors on her site. But there’s no need. She’s gotta be the author. Her biography reads like a sequel to John Waters’s “Polyester”.
Mr. Powers, for his part, was raised by an alcoholic father and was convicted of murder in 1951, after robbing a woman at a carnival and then shooting her. He was just 12 years old at the time. He spent time in various reformatories before turning to religion.
Once married, the Powers struggled financially. They traveled constantly, looking for sources of income, even after settling down in Coquitlam, a Vancouver suburb. Mr. Powers became a ventriloquist and started a children’s ministry. Link
Equipped with a name that evokes dinner, a movie and superpowers, her and her husband’s background of alcoholism, carny life, murder, evangelism, a children’s ministry and ventriloquism sound like the perfect elements for a poem found painted on velvet. Ventriloquism: the art of throwing your voice for profit. Evangelism: hearing voices for profit. Francine Fishpaw, Margaret Fishback-Powers. The similarities boggle my mind. With all of her experience in graft and tackiness, how could she not be the author?
This group could use the Serenity Prayer. Unless it’s tied up in court. Oh crap. What are the alcoholics going to do now?
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According to her website, Michelle Malkin disables comments as she pleases. Since I was unable to sign in to her WordPress driven website, I’ll have to comment here.
Jesse Jackson disses Obama on race
But, you know, it’s us meanie conservatives who are responsible for all the race-based smears.
Uh-huh.
Just as long as you admit it’s true.
When your cast of characters pretty much agree with Jesse Jackson, you can’t say it’s not true. The unison of your nutbag chorus/comment section pretty much confirms it.
That’s what you get when you don’t allow other comments. The revelation of your own bright fan base, confirmation of your own opinion. Your point sort of backfires, doesn’t it?
