Why so serious?
It's just after 3 AM. I've just gotten home from a screening of the Dark Knight, so I'm buzzing a bit and don't really want to sleep. Heath Ledger's performance lived up to all the hype - the hype before his death and the hype after it. Haunting. Not surprising, the character was written brilliantly. An enigma, playing by his own rules with no care for the schemes of other men. Anarchist. No background, no explanation, constantly licking his lips. Creepy, quiet and memorably scary. It was the most impressive comic book movie to date.
Before the movie they showed a trailer for Watchmen. It looks quite stunning.
I answered a personal ad recently. No surprise should come to anyone reading this that I'm... unsatisfied with my social life. I hate to sound like a stereotypcial sex-obsessed male, but I do need to get laid. For years I thought I wasn't worth anyone's time and now I just think I'm underacheiving. Not capitalizing on my potential, as they say. It's funny, because I was only browsing the Craigs List Women Seeking Men section for a laugh, a chuckle at the expense of others' folly. So then I see this ad, nerd-girl seeks nerd-guy. Don't like to paint myself as a cliche, but if there's one I fit it's that. So I dropped her a line trying to by shy and modest and clever, rattling off my nerd credentials. I haven't heard back and I have no idea whether I ever will. Ah the love the could have been. Well I don't know, maybe she's huge or deformed or something, but she seemed very sweet from her suggestions that we could watch random movies, play video games, read comics, go for a drink, do nothing, and relax. Maybe she's that modest, mysterious type (an attitude as much as a body type) I like so much. Maybe I'll never know. What I do know is that I have nothing going on right now, and I'd like to.
I had this dream last night. After investigating a murder, I met a blind girl at a newsstand. She was very charming and we hit it off. I think that sums up even imaginarily how things seem to go. Not that she'd have to be blind, just that she'd have to not quite be normal. Boring, I suppose. Anyway, I got her phone number, but her mentally-handicapped boyfriend didn't seem to like that. That part was just weird.
Tomorrow is another day during which I will underachieve. If I set that as a goal, I think I can actually succeed. It's a funny little puzzle,. but it fits.
Keep on rockin'
-Scott
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