Batman and the Joker - two of a kind?!

I assume there aren't many (not necessarily young) people left who haven't seen The Dark Knight Rises yet. OK, there might be some who still refuse to watch it - but I'm definitely not talking about those.

Some fans were disappointed (long before the movie started) that Christopher Nolan didn't replace Heath Ledger's role as the Joker (may he still rest in peace) with another actor. I have to admit that I am truly happy that he didn't even try. Heath did an awesome job on screen and I guess that everybody would have compared any new actor with him - and not in the new actor's favor. So we've got Bane and are also reminded of Ra's al Ghul and Scarecrow. Oh, and we got Catwoman (and I love Anne Hathaway, she's just so beautiful and alluring), though we can't really perceive her as a villain. Yet she's there and we can enjoy her as well as the other guys who try to get in Batman's way.

I think that The Dark Knight Rises works pretty well without the Joker being a part of it. After all, we all know that the Joker has obviously been caught at the end of The Dark Knight, when Batman leaves him hanging for the police to collect him. We can assume that the Joker is stuck in Arkham, probably bored and with nothing else on his mind than escaping the asylum. We also know that he might come back sooner or later - which, of course, doesn't apply for Nolan's work as he doesn't want to continue with this story.

Regarding the many comics and graphic novels in which the Joker appears, he and Batman depend on each other - whether they like it or not. And in my humble opinion, Batman and the Joker are two of a kind. Yes, the Joker kills and Batman won't unless he absolutely has to. Yes, the Joker is insane - but Batman's mental ... condition is at stake too, and more than once so. They belong together, really. Probably they should just meet at a cozy bar and have a drink. Talk about life in general and Gotham in particular. If they hung out on a regular basis, they might be able to get along pretty well.

I am absolutely serious about this. They are "one and the same, two of a kind" (Incubus, Neither of us can see), even though they pursue different goals (if any at all, considering the Joker). And I'm pretty sure that we will see them together again on the big screen. If anybody out there finds an actor who can manage portraying him well. And in case we get a new Batman, that is. Until then, we can have fun with Nolan's work and enjoy Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, and The Dark Knight Rises all over again. Drooling included.

Goodevening.

Lusty music playing tricks on me?

Tonight the heat is almost unbearable and I am NOT only talking about this absurd room temperature (almost 30°C which can only be called ridiculous).
And since I can't seem to find any sleep at all again, writing at least eases my mind; relief is sure to come and if I'm lucky sleep will follow on its heels.

I'm quite a mess tonight: exhausted, dissatisfied, tense, longing. Sleep deprivation and constant heat can be hard to endure but...I'm so overly aware of myself, focused somehow.

Two words keep racing through my all too aware mind: passion and devotion. Maybe I'm too tired (and thus too weak) to fight these words, these emotions back. It's just that I truly can't, I'm dwelling on them...
I associate these powerful emotions with certain hours spent, and with a song by Jamie Cullum I can't stop listening to, can't just stop drinking in until I'm literally drowning:



It's really the whole song, but the first two lines of the second verse are killing me again and again and again...

"I said baby, baby are you ready cause it's getting close
Don't you feel the passion ready to explode"

Everything seems to be too much, too heavy: the percussive sound, Jamie's (incredibly hoarse) voice, those hours spent they so easily resemble, that person who mesmerized me so long ago.

When I was eighteen, I was already convinced that I fully understood what being passionate and devoted meant. Now, however, listening to this song and remembering quietly, I see that I wasn't even able to grasp the raw energy true passion is bound to. It's more about letting go and falling endlessly, and thoroughly so. It's about never getting enough, devouring each other, forgetting the time, the place, and the whole world. Nobody said it would be romantic, now did they? To me, it feels raw. It's insane, it's intense, and I want even more of it.

Yes, right. Now I'm stuck on the whole devour-scenario, as if I needed THAT on top of the rest. Besides, dawn is already breaking and what am I doing? Lying on my bed...yearning, craving.
Yet I'm feeling slightly lifted (sure, I'm far beyond tired by now) - light-headed in a positive way. More songs are on my mind, very sensual and sexy tunes keeping my senses alert and busy. I should hand myself over to them.

One last line from the above song, first verse:

"Baby I must say your aura is incredible"

Yeah. And that scent, even more incredible and mouth-watering beyond sanity. I believe I have finally learned how to memorize scents. Great.

Sleep, I'm coming. Hopefully.

Goodnight.

If Dorian Gray met Edward Cullen...

...I believe they might get pretty nasty indeed.

And although I strongly believe Anne Rice flinches at the mere thought of sparkling vampires out at daytime, she might actually enjoy the thought of otherwise beautiful, alluring Edward slowly seducing even more beautiful, more alluring and definitely most voluptuous Dorian.

Don't get me wrong: it's not only about their combined unbearable beauty!
And MOST IMPORTANT: I'm talking about the book characters only. Forget about the actors (though Ben Barnes' eyes keep smoldering straight through every layer of resistance I might wear).

Edward acts and seems reasonably oldfashioned and painfully uptight at times, so I figure he is about the right person Dorian might be heading for; a challenge perhaps...I'm thinking about early, pre-murder Dorian who seeks challenges but is still too innocent and shy to simply take what he wants.
Edward is different here. He is the predator and I imagine him tearing poor Dorian almost apart to change him; Edward wouldn't dare touch Dorian at all as long he is human. But clever Dorian lures Edward into toothy action and Edward becomes the raw animal he truly is.

Now we have the perfect vampire couple (I as the author of these lines try to ignore the sparkles instead of burning to ashes in the sun). Let's do this in perfect Anne Rice style (I do adore her and her Vampire Chronicles!):
At night, Dorian and Edward hunt, talk, love together. They are seductive, civilized, and gorgeous. They are, however, NOT explicit, or dirty. They don't offend. Nobody can be aware of how very sexy and dangerous they are - until it is too late.

With all the malice and vices already set deep within Dorian before (thanks to Henry), he might impress even Lestat who'll probably go straight for him and snatch him out of Edward's (assumably tight) grasp. Edward, in turn, finds comfort in Armand's company until his bleeding soul is fully recovered.

...doesn't that sound nice enough? Even for all those Twilight haters out there?

Let's finish this mindgame with two typical lines - one spoken by Edward, one by Dorian:

"I'm the world's best predator, aren't I? Everything about me invites you in - my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!"

- Edward.

But even better, it always gives me the shivers:

"So you think that it is only God who sees the soul, Basil? Draw that curtain back, and you will see mine."

- Dorian.

Romeo and Juliet - and love

Folks,

just spent the whole eve in front of my TV, watching Romeo and Juliet.
It's been years since the last time and I'm amazed (scared!) at how this movie still appeals to me.



I can't even describe the sudden misery I found myself in. When the credits rolled over the screen I was feeling so grave and uneasy, so lost somehow. I didn't move for what felt like ages.

I wonder if Shakespeare truly believed in this kind of love...and I can't imagine. After all, he was an artist.
So many people claim that they love their darling so, so much - once I was one of them too. But how many of them would die for the person they claim to love so much? I believe none. Or at least I don't believe they'd really do it in the end.

Well, I wouldn't want to die for a man, and fortunately - as a single lady - I don't have to. But I could definitely live without this emotional "emptiness". But whom should I love?
Who is this man I could fall for and where am I to find him? And when? And what will happen if I meet him?
Will I change?
Will I claim to love my darling so, so much (of course without having the slightest courage to ever die for him)...?

Time will tell.

But now it's time to stop musing and let my aching head rest for a few hours.

Goodnight.

PS: Do read Romeo and Juliet, have a
look. (Did I mention that I love MacBeth?)

Struck by music, language a mess

Folks,

my mind can be described as extraordinarily empty and fabulously full at the same time. I can't even start to describe how strange that feels. It's a mess indeed.

Today, my tongue and my vocal chords seem to lack their ability and necessity of transforming impulses into speech completely. Whenever I say something it sounds horribly hollow and anything but right. Somehow. And yet it feels right. Again: it's a mess.

Despite my messy mind I discovered some very special music today (someone knew I'd like it, he just knew it) and probably it's another reason for my failing language skills. Just have a look at the following video:


Yeah, I know, it's not that hot out the box but it's amazing though. I added the IAMX website to my favorites. There you can find information on the new album Volatile Times. It's grand, believe me.

Not much else to say tonight. I'm looking forward to meeting Stephan tomorrow: he's my new bass teacher. Ain't that great? Me, finally!
Gonna spend a few moments more talking. And maybe I'll realize my language is in better shape again. Actually, why shouldn't it?

Goodnight.

Short note: I'm back!

Since I'd lost my account data and sooo many things happened, I felt unable to post any new entries.
But here I am again, charming, cheerful, cheesy. ;-)
Expect more outrageous outbursts from your ever-hungry drooling friend - me!

Goodnight for now.

Music: my teenage love songs (1)

Note: Although I'd been planning some game-related entries to show you some really cool games from the past to the present, somehow my current mood led to searching YouTube for all those heartbreaking songs I kept running on repeat as a teenager.

Now, here comes my former/latest top five:

#5: I'll be missing you
Well, I think I was thirteen when this was released. Strange times, definitely.

#4: What's so different
I remember listening to this song over and over after I'd found out my boyfriend had been cheating on me for weeks. Gosh, too much to stand for a sixteen-year-old, really, I simply felt like going totally nuts for days.

#3: Anything
Sitting at home, another lonely night... Loneliness. Word. Heart broken, wounds bleeding. Teenage life was so simple. :-) And by the way, Taryll was hot!

#2: All my life
Well, I remember being madly in love. ;-)

So far, the above songs were neither dramatically unnatural nor unknown to the public. There are more love songs I've been listening to quite constantly but I wanted to sort them chronologically (which explains (1) in the title). More are to come soon enough, depending on my mood.
Enough said now, here comes my number one teenage love song:

#1: Don't leave me
I might as well have another glass of wine. :-)

Goodnight.