Aug 31 2008
It’s My Party and I’ll Be a Dick If I Want To

I’m twenty-two today, and honestly, not very excited about it. After being able to legally get trashed and waste my money on crude video games that require absolutely no skill, there’s really nothing left to look forward to. Sure, I can run for the House of Representatives when I’m twenty-five, Senate when I’m thirty, president when I’m thirty-five, and AARP when I’m fifty, but I’ll be old and wrinkly and girls won’t want to talk to me (insert crying emoticon).
But this isn’t supposed to be a depressing post. This is supposed to be a post about Batman. Because if there’s one thing The Holy One, Blessed Be He has taught me, it’s that even old guys can be really batass–I mean, badass. Case in point, Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns (not to mention The Dark Knight Strikes Again). In this new New Testament, Batman is old, but able to kick even more ass than before. It’s his many experiences and his utter lack of fear that drive him to attain even more. The Dark Knight teaches us that for a man behind a mask, there’s no such thing as age (or arthritis).


















Belated happy birthday, Bill. Hope the year brings you good times.
Thanks, Blackbird. I hope so, too.