Category: Things I Write For Work

• You ever think about names?
• Specifically, of people?
• Like you hear a name of someone who’s doing something exceptional, and think, “well, yeah, with a name like that …”
• Like, I dunno, Laird Hamilton.
• Or (and I told you I’d been on a Nine Inch Nails kick) Trent Reznor.
• Sounds made-up.
• Pauses to go see if, in fact, he made it up.
• Nope, that’s his real name.
• What else would that dude have been but a superstar musician.
• Names have power.
• Thanks, Mom.
• Though technically, she did name me after a popular rock singer.
• I just don’t think my name has bestselling writer juice.
• I had more names on that list until I actually sat down to write this.
• Poof.
• Middle age sucks.
• So many dementia flags flying.
• That’ll be fun, too.
• Bring it.
• Baring my teeth at the world today.
• I can’t blame the aggressive music.
• I was thinking about what you show at work.
• How much of your authentic self is there every day.
• The outline, sure.
• The shape of the thing.
• But if you had a Self Dial™, what would your knob be turned to?
• (If you say 11, you’re foolin’ yourself.)
• I’d say, three, maybe four some days.
• And I think of myself as mostly authentic.
• But there’s just so much that comes up on the mental prompter we ignore.
• Yeah, no, that’s probably not a good idea.
• Probably Not a Good Idea would be a fantastic name for a memoir.
• Not mine.
• I’m risk averse.
• Hands and feet inside the roller coaster at all times.
• And there’s a good reason for that, but again, three, maybe four, on the dial.
• If you’re only seeing the low-hanging fruit on almost everyone you encounter on the daily, how much truth are you witnessing?
• I try.
• Nothing I’ve ever put in here is the least bit untrue.
• Filtered, yes.
• Untrue, no.
• I find the differences between public and work life fascinating.
• We all wear masks, is someone’s metaphor I’m borrowing.
• But yeah, names.
• Names are hard.
• I have changed the names of all the characters in my book at least twice, and some of them three or four.
• Names in writing are like clothes you put on your imaginary mannequin.
• They shape the thing, give it voice and manner.
• I’m writing this list the night before.
• Which is probably why it is what it is so far.
• Won’t have time to write it today (tomorrow).
• Okay, there is no fucking way I’ll post this list.
• I’ll write a new one tomorrow.

Tracking a Monday

• Here we are. 
• 1. 
• 2. 
• I’m having a Monday, folks. 
• Sometimes, I feel I neglect my mandate. 
• Boost morale. 
• How am I supposed to boost your morale when can’t boost my own? 
• Hmmm? 
• This a chicken-and-egg situation? 
• I’m trying to music my way out of it. 
• As I sit here sweating in my too-warm office. 
• 3. 
• Youtube’s serving up the music this morning. 
• I only clicked on the first one. 
• 4. 
• Buy the ticket, take the ride. 
• Was an old movie weekend. 
• That’s what I do when I’m riding the headache wave. 
• Watched Smokey and the Bandit, which was one of my favorite movies as a kid. 
• Because Trans Am. 
• Oof. 
• Those jokes have not aged well. 
• It was interesting to consider it from a cultural snapshot. 
• Add that to Convoy, The Dukes of Hazard, and that sort of outlaw country music movement … Maybe BJ and the Bear.  
• All the CB talk.  
• The last charge of the folk hero? 
• Who are our counterculture icons now?  
• 5. 
• (It’s not the Twenty-one Pilots, I don’t think.) 
• Anyway, Smokey and the Bandit.
• I’m good for the rest of my life on that one. 
• Also in the old movie rotation: Ocean’s Eleven and The Matrix.  
• Mostly those two hold up. 
• Brad Pitt eating makes me laugh every time. 
• Twenty-one Pilots trivia: Someone told me that their last three albums stitch together to tell a story. 
• 6. 
• It occurs to me you can measure the amount of time it took me to write this list by the music links. 
• Sometimes this goes really fast. 
• Others, not so much. 
• Some of the gaps between the songs are when I zone out and think about what to type next. 
• For instance, I just noticed the subtitles for one of the lyrics of this one said, “Upbeat Music.” 
• That needs better writing. 
• 7. 
• Every time I hear this song (“Sail,” by AWOLNATION), I think about that video clip with the cat on the balcony. 
• I can’t believe there are still official videos for these things. 
• Where do they show them?  
• They just hope everyone watches on YouTube? 
• That’s awfully optimistic? 
• (I say that, but apparently this video has 2m views.) 
• (What do I know?) 
• (Obviously.) 
• Used to be, I think all you really needed was one top-10 hit and you were set for life as a band/performer. 
• Constant residuals. 
• Remembered forever on lists of songs from whatever year your hit was in. 
• Eternal (so far). 
• Immortal (for now). 
• The poor pay of the streaming services to artists probably put that to pasture.
• 8. 
• I do not know who Chet Faker is. 
• I have never heard this song. 
• Kinda dig it. 
• There is a girl roller skating in the video. 
• Huh. 
• We also watched Sugar on AppleTV. 
• So far so good. 
• At least I don’t have it figured out yet. 
• We didn’t sit on the couch the entire weekend. 
• I know it sounds like it. 
• It was just media heavy. 
• Did a cool hike at Turkey. 
• The old red trail has been graveled and turned into a walking path. 
• Felt like enchanted woods. 
• 9. 
• (I’m pasting the links as they pop up.) 
• I would like to be in California with my toes in the sand right now. 
• Need some water therapy.  
• Slow mornings, the sound of waves, a coffee and some fresh fruit. 
• When I think of vacations these days, they always involve being near the water and doing as little as possible. 
• I still have that drive to visit some of the great cities of the world, but … the thought of a sight-seeing itinerary makes me twitchy. 
• I want out of the stimulation and pace. 
• I have to purposefully do that to myself. 
• Because my brain is overclocked. 
• I gotta wrap this up because it looks like the next song is Sleep Token, and I’m not sure any of us are prepared for that. 
• Are? Is? Feels like that might’ve been an is instead. 
• Singular vs. plural with collective pronouns.  
• Had a prof in college try to trip us up with one of those. 
• (The commercials between songs are intolerable.) 
• 10. 
• Didn’t make it, and I’m not going to sanitize it for you. 
• My algorithm is messed up.  
• Okay, the riff in that song makes my metalhead heart happy. 
• One person’s catharsis is another’s torment. 
• Everyone have their glasses ready for the giant shadow? 
• Have a magical Monday, folks.

• The things that annoy a person.
• I have a List.
• Which, I know, is shocking to you.
• It’s not like I keep little notebooks of lists.
• Okay, yeah, I do.
• Those small Field Notes notebooks.
• (Which, if I’m being honest, do not have the best paper.)
• Mostly, they contain grocery lists.
• I don’t have like, a Black Book​.
• Full of grievances.
• But …
• I can make a list if need be at any moment.
• Like in High Fidelity, only not in any particular order.
• Making Top 5 lists requires mental gymnastics that threaten to derail the whole endeavor.
• “So what now, Mr. Editor Guy?” you’re thinking.”What are you annoyed by?”
• Nevermind that.
• I saw this thing on Instagram this morning.
• This cheesy quote thing about Paris.
• It had the commas outside the quotation marks.
• Which made my eye twitch.
• My good eye.
• Grammar matters, people.
• The grammar goeth before the Fall.
• I have firm ideas about written communication.
• Theories and laws.
• The first being, what is its purpose?
• To Communicate.
• It isn’t to show off how smart you are.
• It’s to convey an idea or piece of information.
• That should be done as simply as possible.
• You’re trying to get two people to come together in understanding.
• Don’t get me wrong, there’s a place to use .25-cent words.
• Probably.
• There’s value in learning new words, expanding your vocabulary.
• Words are awesome.
• But remember why you’re there.
• Who. What. When. Where. WHY. How.
• Don’t be a communicative gatekeeper.
• You want them to remember you, or remember what you’re trying to say?
• With great power comes great responsibility.
• Complaining about grammar and then complaining about not keeping it accessible seem to be ideas at odds.
• I never claimed to be consistent.
• I also don’t claim to speak for anyone but myselves.
• What you should be doing right now is asking, “Editor, why in the world were you on social media in the morning?”
• That is the more important question.
• I have a problem?
• BTW, I let the Teenager read Monday’s list, and she said, “Dumbphones? Are those a thing? Can I have one? What are they like? Do they still have Google?”
• I also ate a strawberry poptart, so, you know, my issues run deep.
• Poptarts are thinner than they used to be, just FYI.
• Shrinkflation is everywhere.
• Also, Poptarts are not real food.
• Neither is ramen.
• Or cereal.
• Sure, they’re all calories.
• I’m stopping.
• That’s not my subject area.
• I do get caught up watching all these cooking videos.
• I have hundreds of recipes saved on the various social platforms, though I’ve made almost none of them.
• There was this one honey mustard chicken salad thing that was amazing.
• And I’m currently infusing rum with all the pink and red Starburst.
• Sugar spirits infused with more sugar.
• Remember the Friday Summer Cocktails plan?
• I’d just drink things neat, but the Wife requires fruity.
• Anyway. Food videos. I have a lot saved.
• But only if they have the name of the dish in the post.
• If they just have a picture and say something trite, “This is the best thing I have ever put into my mouth in the last 10 minutes!” without telling me what the picture is …
• No clicks for you.
• Because the internet is a wretched hive of scum and villainy.
• I’m both over it and hopelessly addicted.
• Food videos make me crave pasta and want to class up my ramen.
• I’m not even supposed to eat ramen anymore.
• Express train to higher blood pressure.
• This is why I can’t have nice things.
• Overthinking.
• It is the worst.
• I’m working myself up to cooking steak on the Blackstone.
• Still haven’t had the guts to try.
• Maybe this weekend.
• Maybe I’ll make it for myself on Father’s Day.
• Not sure why the food talk today.
• I had a bagel.
• Media:
• The Ted Lasso finale stuck the landing.
• Was it a bit ham-handed?
• Sure.
• But then the entire show was less than subtle.
• Across the Spider-verse is one of the best comic book movies ever made.
• Friday’s episode of Silo was on the slow side.
• Aaaaaand with that, I bid you adieu.

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• If you didn’t do the Believe trivia event last night, you missed out.
• On getting crushed by External Affairs of the Heart.
• Mwahahaha. Ha.
• (I didn’t do the crushing.)
• As it turns out, I may be awful at trivia.
• I think I answered, three, maybe four questions the whole evening.
• I thought my head was full of random debris, and maybe it is, but maybe not the right kind.
• However, I talk some decent smack and was a benefit to team morale.
• (That’s what I’m telling myself this morning, anyway.)
• What I’m really saying is … Thank you, Jeff.
• Jeff, who for those of you who don’t know, works in Grants, which means his job is vitally important to the whole College.
• Jeff has also appeared on Jeopardy.
• And you can read about that in the upcoming issue of Community magazine when it drops in May.
• Thanks to all the other teams for participating.
• You did goodish.
• …
• Heh.
• This is what’s called being a poor winner.
• Last year, we lost to Dr. Stone’s team by one point.
• It didn’t sit well.
• Like an eyelash in the eye, more like.
• Poor losing, as well, it seems.
• I tried to talk the Teenager into attending with me.
• Had too much homework.
• A bunch of geometry, some sort of Spanish worksheet, and then an essay on a passage from Othello.
• (Kid has basically been in pre-College for the past two years; they even use MLA for their essays.)
• Which was more effective, Shakespeare’s original language, or a modern translation?
• Modern translation.
• Heresy, more like.
• I know I’m a nerd, but I loved Shakespeare.
• Went to the touristy rebuild of The Globe when I visited London.
• I have not, yet, watched the new MacBeth with Denzel.
• It’s on the list.
• Anyway, she had me read her essay to make sure it was “okay,” with the caveat that it “wasn’t as good as usual because she was tired.”
• Yeah, kid, I feel that.
• It was fine, obviously. She’s a good writer, and I’m happy to see she’s honing that “cranking out paragraphs while exhausted” skill she’ll need in College.
• Trivia hangover.
• I fell asleep last night with a rough outline of what I was going to write about this morning.
• Should’ve maybe stayed up and written it instead.
• I had some good stuff.
• I think.
• No, I do not keep a notebook by the bed.
• Nor a pen.
• Nor a tablet.
• There’ll be no Coleridgean nocturnal poems sprung whole from my dreams.
• Guy did a lot of drugs, didn’t he?
• Embarrassing story:
• In junior high, I learned of Rime of the Ancient Mariner​ not from my English teachers, but from the Iron Maiden song of the same name.
• As idle as a painted ship, upon a painted ocean.
• When we finally covered that poem in class in Junior AP English, I told Ms. Simmons about the Maiden song.
• She had me bring the … cassette … in, and we listened to it.
• That song’s like … almost 14 minutes long​.
• We listened to the whole thing.
• I became acutely aware that a) the song was really long, b) not everyone’s cup of tea, and c) possibly awful.
• I sat there and squirmed, scooting lower and lower in my unpadded public school chair wishing I could be invisible for having inflicted that upon my classmates.
• Moral of the story: Iron Maiden is not for sharing.
• Have a weekend.

The Lost City of Ice Cream Men

• Sunday evening, we were talking about going to see The Lost City, and I suggested if the Teenager had no homework on Monday night, we could go then.
• She didn’t. We did.
• It was alright. Not as funny as I expected. Sorta by the numbers toward the end. But I’d still watch most Sandra Bullock movies sight unseen.
• She’s been consistently good her whole career.
• Anyway, we had our post-game conversation on the way home, and it went … astray.
• The (W)ife: “I liked it, but I always like those adventure movies where they’re searching for something.”
• (M)e: “I thought Daniel Radcliffe was really good in it. Not a trace of Harry Potter.”
• The (T)eenager: “What’s that mean?”
• M: “Well, if he’s going to get back into big movies, he has to not be seen as Harry Potter, otherwise he’s just Mark Hamill.”
• T: “Who?”
• M: “None of those Harry Potter kids ever has to do anything again if they don’t want to.”
• W: “You got that right.”
• T: “Why?”
• W: “They made crazy money acting in those movies.”
• M: “Did you know Rupert has an ice cream truck he just drives around and gives out free ice cream?”
• T: “Who?”
• W: “Ron.”
• T: “Oooh, Rupert. That’s weird.”
• W: “That’s creepy.”
• T: “Why is that creepy?”
• W: “I don’t know. Grown men driving around in vans selling ice cream to children. It’s just creepy.”
• (You’ll remember they’re into reading Muuuuuuurder books right now.)
• W, to the Teenager: “Maybe that can be our first book. The ice cream man murderer.”
• M: “But what if he’s not creepy, just misunderstood. He’s just a lonely dude driving around in his rickety ice cream truck and no one will take his ice cream.” And then I thought about a picture book with a lonely ice cream man driving around in his truck unable to find any kids to buy his ice cream.
• Maybe some Dr. Suess-style illustration
• W: “Because he’s a creepy dude in an ice cream truck.”
• And then they sort of said a flurry of things about ice cream truck murderers I didn’t follow because I’m half-deaf and was trying to drive.
• Thing is, it made me kinda sad, because some of the happiest moments in my childhood revolved around tearing through the house trying to find enough loose change to buy an ice cream sandwich.
• You’d hear the music and feel an instant blast of panic and elation.
• Was it too late? Did you miss him? OMG ICE CREAM.
• And the Doppler effect made it seem like he was both close, but far.
• Sure, as a grown up, I can see the whole creepy clown music/pied piper angle to it all.
• But as a kid … those were the best ice cream sandwiches ever.
• Still are, according to my addled memory and a healthy dose of nostalgia.
• Prior to the whole ice cream murderer bit, the Teenager admonished me for not telling her the movie had credits-scenes like a Marvel flick.
• T: “You’re supposed to tell me these things!”
• M: “Why? How would I know a non-Marvel movie has credit scenes.”
• T: “Lots of movies do it now! They’re copiers!”
• M: “Imitation is the greatest form of flattery, right?”
• T: “It’s your job to tell me!”
• M: “No, now it’s your job. You have to look these things up.”
• T: “Noooooo.”
• So we’re a little weird, is what I’m saying.
• As an experience, was really kind of fun going to the movies on a school night.
• Crowds weren’t bad, and it was a nice cap to the end of a Monday.
• Always good to mix things up, right?
• Have a Wednesday.

• The Category might be a clue, but I write these for my work audience, which is basically a silo, and thereby geographically limited.
• Some of the stuff won’t make sense if you don’t live here, or work here.
• I mean, nothing I can do about it I suppose.
• Weird trying to cultivate a blog audience based on something readers can’t really be a part of.
• Consider it a weird social observation experiment on your part.
• For the record, I work at a community college in Oklahoma that has about 2400 employees.
• Ish.
• Depends on how you’re doing the math.
• Anyway, there’s some context for you in case you needed it.
• I’m going to keep posting them anyway, because it’s writing and it’s writing meant for sharing.
• The sharing’s the thing.
• I’m working on a writing project with the aim of … publishing it in some form or another.
• And I’ve had this recurring conversation with a friend who thinks that the act of doing the thing should be enough, that I should not beat myself up if it doesn’t get published.
• But writing, to me, and especially that project, is not meant to be kept in a notebook and filed away in a box in a closet when the notebook’s full.
• I barely remember writing those things.
• The point of creating a story is to share it, to hopefully have it make an impact on a reader, or at least give unto them a fond memory of having read it.
• Don’t get me wrong, there’s also the external validation of the thing.
• It feels good to know someone read something you wrote and they had a positive experience doing so.
• It validates the time you spent making the thing in someway.
• It fulfills an author’s need in some way.
• I wonder, are we not supposed to say that?
• That in addition to wanting to tell a story, there are selfish reasons for doing so?
• That need to know that something you created matters? Or mattered?
• I’m sure the reasons people write are as myriad as the people who write them.
• But I wonder if that’s not true of all writers.
• That human need to not be inconsequential.
• Didn’t mean to write these today.
• I just noticed that some of the stuff on the other list I threw up (heh) earlier has little context if you don’t live here.
• Thanks for stopping by.

• Back during The Daily days, I’d always include a cartoon or meme or something to get, at the very least, a wry grin out of you.
• I mean, I hoped.
• Humor’s subjective.
• I sat there behind my keyboard imagining wry grins on faces.
• These lists came out of that goal.
• Obviously, your mileage may vary.
• But along the way, I found a few new internet comics I really like.
• Strange Planet ruled for a bit, but kind of got old.
• Poorly Drawn Lines, however …
• It’s dumb.
• And ridiculous.
• A bit absurd.
• (And sometimes NSFW.)
• But I get a kick out of it, so I still put one in every issue of The Week.
• The one from this week’s is Serp Serp (*see above).
• Which, no joke, makes me laugh (or at least smile) every time I see it.
• Serp Serp. Hahahaha
• (If you tell anyone I admitted to laughing and smiling, I’ll deny it.)
• There’s a Poorly Drawn Lines cartoon on FX now, but I haven’t watched it yet.
• Makes me feel like a bad fan.
• Fan guilt.
• There’s probably therapy for that.
• My profile picture on TCC Today is Mouse from Poorly Drawn Lines with his hands up in fighting position.
• Of course, there’s a t-shirt.
• I’m going to buy it on payday.
• Gotta take your joy where you find it.
• I received a lecture, a “talkin’ to” recently about something related to that.
• Something like, “if you spend all your time giving of yourself, but do nothing to replenish yourself, you’re gonna have a bad time.”
• Everyone has a lot of responsibilities these days.
• Job responsibilities.
• Responsibilities to our families, real or acquired.
• Remember you also have responsibilities to yourself.
• Take care of you. Do not run on empty.
• Or something.
• I dunno, man. I just work here.
• Where was I?
• Oh, I know.
• Once again falling prey to Facebook advertising …
• Over the weekend I saw this ad for Alice in Wonderland escape room-style experience in downtown Tulsa.
• The ad came with a 50 percent off coupon, so it was a whopping $40 for a team of six to play.
• It could totally be dumb, but … signed up on the spot.
• You remember me talking about The Game, right?
• Heck, yeah, I signed up.
• It’s allegedly taking place Oct. 1.
• (I’ll add the link if I find it.)
• Found it.
• Also, the discount code: TAKE50
• I’ll inform the Teenager about it at some time in the future.
• She may outgrow me by Oct. 1.
• “Dad, that sounds super lame.”
• (She does not call me Dad. That’s how I’ll know.)
• Okay, lastly, before I go. Any you mountain bikers out there?
• Rode all the new trails on Turkey last weekend and they are spectacularly fun.
• I’m still stiff and sore from riding all the new trails at Turkey last weekend.
• Worth it.
• Have a Wednesday.
• Wait. One more thing.
• Keanu as Batman.

• Last Friday, I found a blue post-it note on my desk.
• It said, “Due March 8,” in thin cursive, and had a smiley face beneath the words.
• It was not attached to anything, though it did have some white paper melded into the sticky strip along its back.
• Clearly, it had belonged to something at some point.
• My first thought was, “OMG, what have I forgotten?”
• Because I don’t have anything with that specific due date on my to-do list …
• My “To-Due” list.
• Anyway, after digging around on my desk, which isn’t strictly mess, but neither is it neat, I gave up and messaged the boss.
• “You around?”
• Got an immediate Teams call.
• (I love Teams, btw. If you ever need to reach me, that is by far the fastest, most efficient way to do so.)
• “Hey, ah, I found this note on my desk with a due date on it, and I have no idea what it is for.”
• That, btw, is not something you want to say to your supervisor, but … always better to own it and move forward.
• And then we went through this dance where I held the post-it in front of the camera and moved it back-and-forth until it came into focus.
• She said, “Nope, not my handwriting.”
• Which was awesome.
• I stuck it back on my desk and put it toward the back of my mind.
• “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.”
• This weekend, whilst hanging the drywall in the living room, I noticed my Blind Date with a Book laying on the coffee table and it clicked.
• That little blue post-it note had been on that book.
• I could see it clear as day in my head.
• (The white paper melded to the post-it was not part of the book, so you can rest easy there. It had been on the wrapping paper.)
• Which means it has to go in inter-office mail TODAY.
• So thank you librarians for 30 minutes of panic on a Friday afternoon, is what I’m saying.
• Mostly, I’m old-school on my to-do list.
• I have a gridded, soft-cover Moleskine notebook that I sort of Bullet Journal with.
• Bullet journaling has a symbol-based to-do system, where different dots indicate different things.
• The fault in this system, as always, is human error.
• I use the notebook in conjunction with my Outlook calendar.
• If something is not on one of those two things, it may as well not exist.
• I haven’t yet gotten into the habit of putting tasks on my calendar; it’s all meetings.
• I like writing with my hand, I guess.
• There are studies that show taking notes by hand does a better job of settling information into your memory than typing.
• I’m following Science, is what I’m saying.
• (Though those claims are still undergoing peer-review.)
• Mmmm, peer review.
• Dude.
• This is the Mondayist list ever.
• Good grief.
• May you not find any rogue post-it notes upon your desk.

• How do you do a recap a calamitous morning without sounding like you’re whining?
• I mean, you can’t, right?
• You just don’t tell the story.
• I will tell a little.
• This morning, I drove up and down the length of Harvard twice.
• First time to take the Teenager to school.
• Second to take the Teenager her glasses, without which she basically can’t see the whiteboards.
• (Whiteboards, not blackboards. Old.)
• I’m uncertain how the two of us did not realize she didn’t have her glasses on.
• That’s what happens when you try to leave in a hurry.
• Co-editor Snacks and Emmy the Psychodog are downstairs doing their caterwauling. Sorry, howling.
• I feel you, dogs.
• (But not you, Emmy, not after you whined literally all night.)
• What I’m saying is Harvard is the worst morning commute driving experience in Tulsa.
• The worst.
• It could be the main reason I’ve been clenching my jaws so much.
• And there are a couple more things I could tack on here, but … It’s Friday.
• Sorry. Friyay.
• Don’t want to harsh your vibe.
• 😀
• Hi, guys. What’s happenin’.
• Everyone enjoying Employee Appreciation Day?
• Got your cool swag yesterday, right?
• I snagged one of those giant Otis Spunkmeyer blueberry muffins, then scurried back to my office cave to eat it.
• Then I looked at the label … 440 calories.
• Calorie guilt set in.
• Didn’t eat it.
• Brought it home with me.
• Am eating it now because it’s Friday and the guilt don’t scare me anymore.
• Or something.
• I dunno, man. This is what happens when the dog tortures me all night and then they make me do two laps on Harvard.
• “They.”
• I have this plastic Batman hanging from a rope, at the end of which is a suction cup with the Batsignal on it.
• I’ve had it since my senior year of high school, and it’s gone from car to car to car ever since.
• (One of my best friends has one, too. Pretty sure his is still hanging in his car.)
• Right now, mine’s not hanging in the car for some weird reason.
• The point here is I’ve been a bit of a Batman fan for a while.
• But the movies … hit and miss, right? Been some good ones, been some bad ones.
• The Dark Knight? One of the best superhero movies ever made.
• Batman Forever. Well, that’s all we really need to say about that, isn’t it?
• I’m cautiously optimistic about the new one that opened today.
• Not sure if we’ll go see it in the theaters.
• Funny how the pandemic changed that.
• I have a great TV and a great sound system. I don’t really need to go to the theatre anymore, other than for that delicious, delicious overpriced popcorn.
• But you really don’t need to go to an actual movie to get that. Just go in, get your corns and leave.
• Get your popcorn and leave this weekend. You’re the boss of you.