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September 2nd, 2009

Ack.  Thirteen days until I’m 30.

I’m not handling this gracefully; the number is scary.  It symbolizes old age, decline, etc.  Should I throw a party, or celebrate by writing a will?

In my discomfort, I’ve retreated into Batman fantasies.  Oh, Batman.  Your arms are so… strong.  But why must you brood?

“Batman Fantasies” is how I refer to the pervasive male meme that states:  if properly motivated, each and every man could train really hard and become an amazing badass.  It’s not too late; you can do it too! You just need something to motivate you, like the death of everyone you ever loved.

Last time I started thinking along these lines, I started rock climbing.  However, that didn’t turn me into a badass.

This time, I’m a bit lazier, and I’m just playing through “Batman:  Arkham Asylum”.   Which is a great game, and kind of cathartic.  The characters are good, the plot is good, the gameplay is good, and it doesn’t slave itself to any particular movie or comic continuity, giving it the freedom to be its own beast.  Plus, I get to sit on the couch in the dark while playing.  Every five minutes I find myself growling, “I’m Batman.”

Rhiannon likes watching it, which adds an extra layer of complexity to the experience, as I’m not allowed to unlock any plot points when she’s not around.  Yes, my escapist fantasies about being a complete badass are slaved to my fiancée’s free time.  I sure am hardcore.

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