“Why So Serious?”

It’s very rare that a movie trailer gives me shivers. Some that have lately are ones for No Country For Old Men, Atonement, and There Will Be Blood. Yet, one trailer stands out before them all, making me giddy with geek glee. That trailer is for The Dark Knight.

I have to be honest and say that I have yet to see Batman Begins. My reasoning? Well, there really is none. I just keep forgetting to watch it. After this trailer, though, I can guarantee you I’ll be watching it soon. Not only does it look incredibly intense, but the casting is great. I love Christian Bale, Michael Caine and Gary Oldman. Yet, it’s Heath Ledger as The Joker that has me most excited. It’s so fucking creepy, I can’t even tell it’s him!

You can see the trailer here if you haven’t already.

Snow

It has been snowing more than usual lately.  I’m enjoying it.

Merry Christmas!

I hope that you are having as good of a Christmas as I am.  My family loved their gifts and I was very pleased with mine.  Here’s what I got:
- The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess (Wii)
- Resident Evil: The Umbrella Chronicles (Wii)
- Family Guy’s Stewie Griffin: The Untold Story (DVD)
- Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John (CD)
- A Nintendo magazine
- A bunch of chocolates
- Some funny boxers
- A nice sweater
- A very nice hoodie
- A tin of Charlie Brown cocoa
- A Family Guy calendar
- And some other random stuff

Anyway, Merry Xmas!

- Chad

The Art of Brevity

I prefer to be brief when writing. Not because I am lazy, but because I believe there is more that can be said when details are thin and themes hinted.

Do not overstay your welcome, Mr. Writer. Do not bore me.

In The Baron’s Chamber

Laying sleepless in bed I wrote another poem.

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In The Baron’s Chamber

A bloodred wood ceiling watches over a regal room,
A high bed in the middle once lit only by the moon,
Now enjoys the company of ten candles dead by noon,
And two bodies ‘neath five roses not to awaken soon.

Baron

Spilled wine on parchment,
Revealed by candle light,
Someone is in my house,
Something is not right,
Did he find my ragged clues,
My bones! My blood! My heart!
This can not happen to me now,
My soul and I won’t part!

The Warmth of a Dream

My life is but one dream — ever searching for the next episode. A life built solidly upon uneven volumes of sea water, bamboo and paper. And between these volumes are strings and lace and rope that flow off sideways; some forgotten, some loved and some waiting. To know what is next would be to topple this great tower. To plan what is next would be to measure it’s beautiful chaos. No! This dream must flow. I am sure of it.