Have you seen the picture of the Joker from the Dark Knight (the Batman Begins sequel) that was released this weekend? Oh man. It's spooky, like a John Wayne Gacy clown painting come to life. I'm guessing Nolan is going to give us a very scary, very twisted Joker. How predictable.
Here's a link to the Joker picture, I'm not going to post it out here because it is, as I said, creepy.
You know, I remember liking Batman Begins but have never felt inclined to see it again. I mostly remember seeing a lot of the color brown.
Oh, wait, I did some searching and here's what I wrote about Batman Begins when I saw it:
And Last night I finally saw Batman Begins. Not so bad, really. So different from the other Batman movies (especially the first one) in that it didn't seem to contain any moments that junior high boys would be going "Oh man! And remember when Batman did This? Or when he did That?" Compared to the Joker being pulled from a helicopter by a gargoyle tied to his leg, the dispatching of this film's villains is quite underwhelming. So not your typical comic book movie that it could have been called Law and Order: Gotham Superhero Unit. Yet, like the original Batman, Batman Begins did contain lousy "I've got to get one of those!" sorts of lines.
And it was just weird when he'd lie down to drive the Batmobile. Reminded me a little of Condorman, but not enough.
(Original post.)
Monday, May 21, 2007
Best Southern Hemisphere Adventure, Day 7
First of all, in Australia, some of the apartment buildings have weird names or maybe they just don't know anything about Spanish.
So, last Tuesday I decided to take an adventure. I took a train two hours west of Sydney to a place called the Blue Mountains. They are called the Blue Mountains because of the mist given off by all the eucalyptus trees. This fact is always the first fact you encounter when reading information on the Blue Mountains.
The thing they're proudest about at the Blue Mountains are these rock formations called the Three Sisters. (this is just an artist's representation)
Also, it seems they're concerned about alien invaders.
Upon my arrival I ate my first (and only) meat pie.
For some reason I thought a meat pie would be a little pie stuffed full of ground beef. Duh. It's just a meat pot pie. Without vegetables.
Shortly after beginning my Blue Mountain adventure I encountered these statues which I suppose have to do with a legend involving the Three Sisters because here we see three naked ladies and a scary naked Aboriginal man.
And here we see the Blue Mountains themselves (be prepared for plenty of vista photos not too different from this one).
Something I did not ride: the skytram (or whatever)
Although these pictures may look pretty sedate to you, trust me, I was hiking myself to oblivion.
And these are those famous Three Sisters we've all heard so much about.
There was this thing called the Giant Stairway which was a giant stairway that a park ranger carved out himself many, many years ago that is super steep and goes down forever. I walked down it for only a little way to get to the middle of one of the sisters. I think the rest of the staircase was a challenge that me and my leg aren't up to. Choose your battles, you know?
Eventually I felt I had seen enough of everything and walked up and down enough paths and staircases so I caught a train home from an old timey train station.
That night Jeff and I did some serious internet research and went to this restaurant called Billy Kwong in the Surry Hills section of Sydney. Its North American claim to fame is that NY Times food critic RW Apple listed it amongst his restaurants worth flying to in an article filed shortly before his death. I consider that a pretty strong recommendation. Anyway, our dinner was definitely not to be messed with. The restaurant itself was interesting, smallish, fairly casual but bustling and full of fashionable people sitting on little stools but paying prices that you'd think would warrant armchairs. But I definitely recommend a visit to Billy's should you be in the neighborhood and should your wallet be feeling confident. Let me show you three of our four meal items:
Crispy shrimp-stuffed wontons with sweet chili sauce. (monstrously delicious)
Crispy orange duck. (almost offensively delicious, and the mandarin orange slices served with the animal put most of the fruit eaten in my past to shame. the sticks were just okay, though.)
These noodles. Errr. I wish I remember the fancy way to describe them. But they were something else indeed.
Not pictured: really, really, really good green beans. It was nice to get down with a vegetable and fruit intensive meal.
So, last Tuesday I decided to take an adventure. I took a train two hours west of Sydney to a place called the Blue Mountains. They are called the Blue Mountains because of the mist given off by all the eucalyptus trees. This fact is always the first fact you encounter when reading information on the Blue Mountains.
The thing they're proudest about at the Blue Mountains are these rock formations called the Three Sisters. (this is just an artist's representation)
Also, it seems they're concerned about alien invaders.
Upon my arrival I ate my first (and only) meat pie.
For some reason I thought a meat pie would be a little pie stuffed full of ground beef. Duh. It's just a meat pot pie. Without vegetables.
Shortly after beginning my Blue Mountain adventure I encountered these statues which I suppose have to do with a legend involving the Three Sisters because here we see three naked ladies and a scary naked Aboriginal man.
And here we see the Blue Mountains themselves (be prepared for plenty of vista photos not too different from this one).
Something I did not ride: the skytram (or whatever)
Although these pictures may look pretty sedate to you, trust me, I was hiking myself to oblivion.
And these are those famous Three Sisters we've all heard so much about.
There was this thing called the Giant Stairway which was a giant stairway that a park ranger carved out himself many, many years ago that is super steep and goes down forever. I walked down it for only a little way to get to the middle of one of the sisters. I think the rest of the staircase was a challenge that me and my leg aren't up to. Choose your battles, you know?
Eventually I felt I had seen enough of everything and walked up and down enough paths and staircases so I caught a train home from an old timey train station.
That night Jeff and I did some serious internet research and went to this restaurant called Billy Kwong in the Surry Hills section of Sydney. Its North American claim to fame is that NY Times food critic RW Apple listed it amongst his restaurants worth flying to in an article filed shortly before his death. I consider that a pretty strong recommendation. Anyway, our dinner was definitely not to be messed with. The restaurant itself was interesting, smallish, fairly casual but bustling and full of fashionable people sitting on little stools but paying prices that you'd think would warrant armchairs. But I definitely recommend a visit to Billy's should you be in the neighborhood and should your wallet be feeling confident. Let me show you three of our four meal items:
Crispy shrimp-stuffed wontons with sweet chili sauce. (monstrously delicious)
Crispy orange duck. (almost offensively delicious, and the mandarin orange slices served with the animal put most of the fruit eaten in my past to shame. the sticks were just okay, though.)
These noodles. Errr. I wish I remember the fancy way to describe them. But they were something else indeed.
Not pictured: really, really, really good green beans. It was nice to get down with a vegetable and fruit intensive meal.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Best North American Delicacy
Yes, it's 5:22 AM. I just watched the Office finale. My goodness. Just when I thought I was losing interest (I'm sorry, I didn't think much of the beach day episode) they pull me back in! What a show, what a show. Whoever wrote that episode gets a medal.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Best Southern Hemisphere Adventure, Day 6
Well, it's Friday morning here in Australia and while all you Americans are getting ready for the Office finale I'm getting ready to get ready for a terribly convoluted series of flights back to New York. It is a rainy and dreary morning, but here are pictures from Monday, which was a glorious sunny beach day and this is how I like to remember my residency on Bondi.
Like I said, glorious sunny beach day on Bondi:
After plenty of Bondi I took the cliff walk to Bronte beach (past the Bondi Icebergs [swim club and restaurant], a cliff dweller encampment and Tamarama beach).
I swam in this pool with all the grandmas and greatgrandmas.
And then I headed up the road to the magnificent cliffside cemetery.
Look how pensive it made me!
Then I returned to Bronte (passing some serious homes), ate chips and fish, and stopped taking pictures. (when I have more time I need to post a video of me and seagulls from that afternoon)
Like I said, glorious sunny beach day on Bondi:
After plenty of Bondi I took the cliff walk to Bronte beach (past the Bondi Icebergs [swim club and restaurant], a cliff dweller encampment and Tamarama beach).
I swam in this pool with all the grandmas and greatgrandmas.
And then I headed up the road to the magnificent cliffside cemetery.
Look how pensive it made me!
Then I returned to Bronte (passing some serious homes), ate chips and fish, and stopped taking pictures. (when I have more time I need to post a video of me and seagulls from that afternoon)
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