The Bat signal is not a beeper.

FILM.

Saw a late showing of The Dark Knight yesterday with my roommates Chris and Dan, Chris's girlfriend Ruthie, and our other friend Chris. I chose pre-sliced fruit and an Arizona Diet Green Tea with Ginseng (delicious and zero calories) from the Taj MahTeeter as we waited for the previous showing in theater one to empty. I was the most excited I've ever been in a Harris Teeter. Gosh, I love Batman.

Ruthie complained that Christian Bale's Batman fell flat "as usual." I've never had a problem with Bale's Batman. In this film, in particular, it was necessary for Batman to become secondary to two other highly dynamic characters: Aaron Eckhart's Harvey Dent and Heath Ledger's Joker. Three hours of three impassioned, complicated lead characters would have been a tremendous strain on the audience. We're already familiar with Batman's plight. He doesn't need as much attention. I am completely satisfied with "The Dark Knight", and if I had more dollaz I would go see it again today.

I didn't regret Heath Ledger's death when it first broke, but now, I do. His performance was unbelievable. I hope they give him an Oscar for that shit, because he's the only actor I've seen this year who deserves it.


MUSIC.

Electric Feel, the second single from MGMT's Oracular Spectacular, is the sexiest song I've heard since Hercules and Love Affair's Hercules' Theme.


DIET AND EXERCISE.

The Special K diet for two or three weeks. Why? Because I'm impatient and I broke a bone in my left foot so I won't be able to exercise for a while.

My sister gained ten pounds when she broke the same bone. I refuse. I am 143lbs and dropping.

I'm pissed that I paid forty dollars to use the gym for this summer session, because the good ginger lady doctor at the clinic says I'll probably be off my feet for the next eight weeks. I'll see what the orthopedic doctor has to say on Monday.