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    For a Good Cause...


    A Message to DC Comics

    Would you believe me if I said that I was never a fan for comic books? 'Course you wouldn't, if it were up to me, I'd talk about them all the time. Not that my room's filled up with mountains of picture books with superheroes in them, that'd be creepy and so unlike me, I guess. (If you do have mountains of comic books in yours, that probably wouldn't be creepy.) (It's just that I'm a girl and society expects me to be amused by... Barbie or Gossip Girl or whatever.) (Which I also am, btw - Life of plastic, it's fantastic.)

    My room, however, is full of pictures of Batman that I taped up on all the four walls of my room. Having Legolas and Zac Efron up there with him is kind of weird.


    You guessed it, this entry is just a hero-worship of the Batman. Or a plead to DC Comics to bring Bruce Wayne back. Or a plot to amuse myself from my ever-so-boring life.

    I've adored Batman since I was 11. He was the perfect superhero for me, considering that I totally thought being Goth was cool back then. (Don't get me wrong, I still think Goth's cool for other people.) (Figured if I went Goth and stuff, that'd make me a poser and it'd negate the whole point of being Goth.) (Realized that I'd be better off as a Rockstar.)

    He's moody, dark, mysterious, looks the opposite of gay when in tights, and still manages to stay on the good side. How perfect can you get? He's the superhero who could make those with powers insecure because he doesn't rely on pure brawn, he's got the intellect to get him out of the ditches people throw him in. He's saved Superman a bunch of times, which I find amazing. I do know Superman has saved Bats' butt at some points but the fact that he's got super-strength, laser eyes and that he can fly just doesn't leave my jaw dropped.

    Batman's human, which makes it doubly hard to save anyone's behind.


    Imagine my shock when they killed my benchmark for the perfect boyfriend. (This is why the rest of the world can have Edward Cullen.) (Well, this and the fact that I think Jasper's hotter than he is.) (Jackson Rathbone, Jasper Hale - Potato, Potah-to.)

    Sure, it's just Bruce Wayne that got killed but the point is, Bruce Wayne IS Batman. They could give us a million guys who could serve as substitutes but no one will ever be as stubborn yet utterly amazing as Bruce Wayne's Batman.

    It's kind of like your Dad dying and your Mom marrying someo
    ne else. Sure, you'll have a father-figure but there'd be no one who could ever replace your dad.

    I'm just worried that whoever they replace him with would go astray from the essence of Batman.

    Which is why this is my official whiny-a** entry to plead, beg, rolling-on-the-floor request to DC Comics to bring back Bruce Wayne. The world won't be the same without Bruce's Batman. Some of us expect Bruce to live to reach his 50s and beat the crap out of Superman. (Again, read DKR.)

    You guys brought Supes back from the dead 15 years ago or something and I think - hopefully a whole bunch of other people do, too - the Batman deserves the same treatment. He's brought you guys a lot of bucks, the least you could do is un-die him for us.

    I'm seriously considering on going on a hunger strike until you guys do.

    On my knees begging,
    Your Once and Future DramaQueen


    PS
    If any of you guys come up with
    some petition to bring Bats back,
    I'm very willing to sign it.
    Just tell me.


    PPS
    Rob Sheridan came up with
    a new sketch:

    Visit his blog entry
    HERE

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    A Poem

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    By Robert Frost




    Whose woods these are I think I know.
    His house is in the village, though;
    He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.



    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake
    To ask if there's some mistake.
    The only other sound's the sweep
    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.



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    The author shall not be held responsible for any scrunched foreheads
    and raised eyebrows brought about by reading this blog.

    You got yourself into this mess, Bub


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