Gotta be everything more

I love that word. Don't you love that word? It's an awesome word. Reminiscence... it sounds like renaissance procreated with the notion of memories and gave birth to this brilliant, amazing word. Reminiscence.

Reminiscences of Wayne Academy. I visited Miss Murray the other day and I've just been thinking of Wayne's a lot. Our time there. I walked those hallways and I could still see it so clearly, so much stuff, stupid pointless stuff like the lot of us rushing to get to class on time, or not too late, and waiting for friends in this or that building, or meeting new people because you're helping them pick up their stuff that fell, showing new kids around, friendships and more that were built in this place. Just feeling good, happy, having somewhere we belong.

I don't think I could ever thank you enough for this school, Mr. Wayne. I spent some of the best times in my life in there. It was school, but it was so much more, and I know I'm not the only one who really grew in that place. We learned way more than what was taught in class.

I hated to see it the way it is now. Lots of it has collapsed, and what's still up is just decaying, right? It's not right. It was my home for a while, and not just mine. It's just not right that it's in this state, that it's been lost to us. They didn't have the right to take it from us. And part of me thinks, like, we let them. We let them take it away from us. I know it's stupid because what else could we have done, but I still hate it. It's ours, goddamnit. It's like the Deatheaters taking over Hogwarts. It's just wrong in every possible way and now we're cowering in the Underground or living in hiding up in their world and.

And, well, nothing. We can't do anything more than what we're doing, and hope for the best.

But you know what? The Academy's ours. And it's going to sound like the craziest idea ever, but we shouldn't leave Miss Murray alone over there for Christmas. We should take the Academy back, if only for that one day. All of us in Gotham should have a big Christmas meal there, the way we used to do with Remy leading the cooking, except obviously that part can't happen but, you know. We should have a Christmas meal there. All of us together. I know it's dangerous as hell 'cause it's closely guarded and stuff but come on. We've got so many skills, the lot of us.

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Now I'm waiting for people to tell me to shut up because I'm talking about doing the impossible but, you know, if the Browncoats did it. Is all I'm saying.

I frakking love that school.

Hey Jules and Pete, you guys eat meat right? Because I need to not be the only one eating meat for Thanksgiving otherwise I can't cook a turkey and if there's no turkey it won't really be Thanksgiving. I know you're English and it's Thankswhat?ing to you but, you know. It's a good occasion to eat until you feel like you might just burst from too much food.

ALSO. Anybody has any family recipes or tips or whatever that you'd totally want to share with me because I've never cooked a turkey before and I really don't wanna screw it up. It's a damn big animal and, you know, I can't screw it up. It's gotta be perfect. And Gus won't cook meat so I'm totally on my own. Heeeeelp.

I think I wanna try and do a chocolate meringue pie too. My mother used to make the best chocolate meringue pie ever and. I've rewatched Waitress recently and I want pies. Piiiiiies. I'm a pie zombie. So anyway, I'll try and do it this weekend and I'll try again and again until I manage.

PS: can it be time for Repo! The Genetic Opera already? Pleaaase.

Dudes! Ye scurvy dogs!

Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day! Almost as good as Towel Day, and I expect each and every one of ye ter get yer cutlasses out and come swashbluckling with me.

Fair winds be in yer back, friends.

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

You know, for a while there I actually liked this song. By now I want to bang my head against the walls each time I hear it.

Soon enough we'll get "I kissed a mutie and I liked it." Seriously. I'm so sick of homophobia and metaphobia and all this shit.

"You're my experimental game
Just human nature
It's not what good girls do
Not how they should behave"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.

That's all.

PS: what the frak was Mathieu Kassovitz on when he shot Babylon A.D.? Because he can do such better movies than that.

On lots of mutant sites, they're criticizing the hell out of Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, saying it's clearly anti-mutant. After all, Captain Hammer, the jerk and villain of the story, has powers, and Doctor Horrible, the lovable hero (...and wannabe supervillain), is just human.

But the thing is, I don't think it's got anything to do with that. I mean, you look at Joss Whedon's work, he's never been one for discrimination of any sort. You look at his public statements, he's always been pro-mutant. We freak him the hell out but in a geeky excited way, is what he once said, I think. He's said himself he never intended for Dr. Horrible to be taken as anti-mutant propaganda; instead, that he wanted to write this and he wasn't going to let metaphobia get in the way. No discrimination means making fun of everybody equally.

Besides, Moist totally is a mutant and he rocks, dudes. ROCKS.

And if anything it's a story about looking past preconceived ideas about people. Dr. Horrible's a supervillain, for frak's sake, and he's just too awesome and who doesn't love Billy. Seriously. Who? Because you must have no soul.

The head of the Evil League of Evil is a horse. That's as good as it gets, guys.