I think there really is some truth to the concept that our minds can hold a finite amount of information.  At least, that's how mine appears to function, though I loathe having to admit to such an intellectual limit.  So this is adulthood:  a never-ending treadmill of more obligations, more responsibility, more bureaucracy and more social isolation ( Read more... )

... I'll resort to the pedestrian ( Read more... )

In responding to several comments below, I've touched on my thoughts about what I think would arouse the Joker.  So I'll provide a summary of my own take on his character's sexual fantasies in a new post, only because the previous one had gotten so long.

The Joker is a game-player, one who takes his greatest pleasures in manipulating people.  To ( Read more... )

daylight_broke  posed an excellent question in rancid_rainbow 's journal, and I would love to know everyone's opinions:

If the Joker is looking to "relax with his thoughts"... erm... in the manner that usually only requires one hand (ahem), what thoughts do you think would go through his mind?  No holds barred, get as descriptive as you want.

There's the perverted musing for ( Read more... )

 I owe Heath Ledger a tremendous debt ( Read more... )

 Most of you connected to me share my fascination with a very bad clown.  A clown who likes to play dress up... as a nurse... as a cop ( Read more... )

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 In watching this year's Academy Award show, I was very curious to see how they would treat the category of Best Supporting Actress.  Traditionally, it's the prior year's winner of the Best Supporting Actor Oscar that presents the award in the successive year.  How very sad not to have Heath Ledger up on that stage tonight ( Read more... )

Cheese fritters.  I had no idea these things existed until tonight.  Goat cheese battered and fried in a light pastry.  Looks like a hot dog, really.  Drizzled with honey and sprinkled with black pepper.  Yes, black pepper.

Chased that down with a mountain of incredible garlic fries cooked in truffle oil (I think that's what it was), sprinkled ( Read more... )

 I just learned that there is a rumor floating around about me (among some of my coworkers) that I have a crush on a married male colleague, whom I see perhaps once a year (if that often) at company functions.  I'm still trying to decide whether to be amused or disgusted.  Why is it so widely assumed in US culture that if a man is single, he must ( Read more... )