Infatuation of the day - Post: 01

Dustin Nguyen & Trevor McCarthy
- Batman: Gates of Gotham.

I died,
went to heaven,
and the angels wear cowls.

When it rains...

Bombay is a competent and busy bustling 30. She glances briskly at the greying gloomy crowding streets and says - "Ignore it. Just take the local a few hours later today; get some more work done meanwhile. Here, have a hot onion pakora and a tiny glass of ginger tea while you click away at your keyboard and ignore the water dripping marginally cleaner streaks down your smogged up window. And then, once you're done, rush with all the other rushed busy people, past all the damp and water stained history, each of you hurrying to tiny apartments of your own so you can sit for a minute and efficiently plan tomorrow's work."

Madras is frazzled and filthy after a tiring day with too many kids. The jasmine in her hair is wilting and overpowered by the smells of wet and hard worked humanity. She tucks her sari half an inch higher and pokes her umbrella at a passerby out of random annoyance and short temper. She says petulantly - "You, with all your needing this and needing that... Do you think I have time for this? Does anyone stop and check that some rotting tree hasn't fallen on me? Does anyone notice that the beach is now cluttered with sharp and dirty debris? Even the sea is angry and lashes out if someone goes there. Why should I care then? I didn't volunteer. Nobody cares anyway. Just shut up and don't get in my way."

Bangalore has her shoes and socks off. She dips her toe in the swirling, browning water that rapidly fills ditches and roads alike. The ribbons that were neatly tied in her hair just this morning are undone and flap bedraggled behind her as she splashes through puddles; all responsibilities washed away. She sticks her tongue out to catch a huge drop of water and sings to herself - "Pretty pretty! See the leaves dance? And water gurgle? Let's look for rainbows! Let's build damns and pretend we can't hear when they call us inside... Work? NO! Drain all this happy splashy water away?? NO!! Let me race paper boats and get soaked and float in roadside rivers and stare at the wet leaves swirling toward that conveniently tiny drain hole. Let's make bets about whose street gets clogged and overflows first! Look at the pretty sparks from the shorting transformer! No power? Not my fault. Call someone else..."

Holy self reference Batman!

So way waaaaay back in Feb '09 when Bruce Wayne was "dead" and Dick Grayson inherited the cowl, Peter Tomasi had given us a disconnected snapshot type Nightwing farewell for Last Rites (Nightwing #151).
I hadn't loved the comic at the time. The story was premature cos it felt like a final goodbye to Nightwing when there were still 2 comics to go. The art was so-so: Dick looked 40 not 25-ish etc etc. But I liked the concept of various goodbye rituals. I particularly liked the family style movie night 3 pager. The total silence with which Alfred, Dick and Tim go about an obviously well worn tradition. The choice of movie. The bleak 'click' that ends the movie and the chapter. It was a neat way to show a grieving family soldiering on.

So it was a pleasurable surprise to see that Tomasi re-visited the tradition in the 3 page intro section to this month's Batman & Robin. The family at ease, chattering, ribbing and normalcy restored.
(Incidentally I like the Gleason/Gray art better even if Bruce looks a bit more bouncer than knight.)

The top 5 reasons Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series has been voted off my island.

5.

Her magical high school is not sufficiently fleshed out.

Where are the unicorns? Where are the rainbows and fluffy lambs? Wait. What? It's not a magical alternate dimension paradise?

Then how come a 17 year old new girl, who is painfully negative and unsociable all the time, is so instantly popular? Bella Swan (yes, ironic initials) "stumbles", "stutters", "glares" and "mumbles" through the whole miserable series and yet she is strangely attractive to all the boys.

*cough*BS*cough*

4.

Ms. Meyer treats punctuation like confetti at a parade.

Throw a random handful in the air, watch it fall prettily and let it sit wherever it pleases.

3.

The "dust moats stirring in the sunlight" sentence.

Although I am curious about that one... Do dust moats still need a drawbridge? Is it like quicksand? Does the sarlacc* lurk under the surface?

2.

The vampires sparkle.

For no known reason since there is absolutely no creation myth given to support this. They just step into sunlight and ta-dah! Sparklefest. And just to make it more confusing, they only sparkle in sunlight. A photosynthetic allergy sparkle that only reacts to the correct frequency spectrum.

1.

Edward is horrifying.

And no, I do not mean in a sexy chill down my spine vampirey way.

He's condescending and superior, calls her an idiot often, "sighs" at her attempts to do anything by herself, threatens her "for her own good", creeps into her room and watches her sleep, is jealous, moody and controlling. He graphically describes the way she would look dead, licks her tears and objects to her friendships with anyone other than the pre-approved Angela. He even takes her truck apart so she is forced to stay home when he says she should. Sex with him leaves her covered in bruises.... Am I the only one who sees domestic abuse parallels here?**

Bonus point:

Ms. Meyer seems to follow the "Baby Kangaroo Tribbiani" method of synonym use.

Right click, pick one, run with it. The bigger the better, right? Even if you end up with phrases like "feathery barrenness", "his eyes dissected my expression", and "little sprouts of hope... budding in my mind."

Edit:

** Went loafing cyberspace tonight and discovered that I'm not! Check this out. Weird but true. :)

Also see this for grammar and editing fun-a-palooza.

Echo

Happy New Year to my much beloved total lack of readers!

Now that FB has taken over the world, we've all become used to getting responses to everything we say or do on the internet. Status updates become long chains of witty repartee, single coughs get diagnosed, sympathised with and 'liked' with joyful abandon. Menu choices and genuine emotion are equally valued. This is my last corner of semi quiet exhibitionism. See, I put all these playlists, and break up woes and nostalgia and attempts at humour out there in cyber space... where no one can see them!

So this is me, throwing a pebble and listening to the vast cavernous silence. 2011 rocks already.