Last monday I shared with Duderocket readers some scanned pages from the script for Christopher Nolan's eagerly anticipated film THE DARK KNIGHT RISES. I acquired this script in ways that I cannot talk about, so I will not get into that any further. However, the response to the pages—to put it lightly—was overwhelming. So today, I have decided to share more pages from the third and final installment of Nolan’s Batman trilogy... THE DARK KNIGHT RISES.
There is a lot of speculation regarding the relationship between Batman and Catwoman. Are they friends or enemies? Or maybe a little bit of both?
In the western world we tell our kids about a fictional man known as Santa Claus. They are told that on Christmas eve Santa Claus will travel the whole world, leaving presents to all the children who have been well behaved that year. They will be left wrapped gifts under the Christmas tree, and their stockings will be stuffed with various trinkets and on Christmas morning they will wake up to the delight of all the new shit they have received. In turn children do as they are told throughout the year, and if they don't their parents will warn them with threats that they will not be getting anything for Christmas. The problem is that not getting presents isn't really that big of a deal. Sure, it would suck, but it's the type of thing you'd quickly get over.
Last week I wrote about people that, in my humble opinion, don't get as much recognition as they deserve...people that are often overlooked when it comes to the acknowledgement of their achievements. I am following that article up today by writing about the people that I feel are entirely overrated. People that just constantly get talked about and referred to, or people that get lots of, in my opinion, unwarranted praise. These people are all pretty shitty!
This is the wikipedia guy. He is just so arrogant. I hate how he constantly talks himself up, like he is one of the greatest people to ever live. Dude, you made a website, it's not that big of a deal.
In this world there are some people that everybody just seems to go on and on about for no real reason. I am talking about people like Michael Jackson, Tyra Banks, The Beatles, Elizabeth Taylor and Morgan Freeman etc etc. It sometimes feels like so much time is spent on these people that there are lots of other great people who go under appreciated. This article is dedicated to those people!
This guy was heaps awesome. The black guy and the lead singer were always the guys from this band who got the props but the bassplayer was always the greatest member of this band in my opinion.
Recently a friend called me up asking if I would be interested in attending one of the current run of Cold Chisel dates. I thought about it for a second and realised that seeing Cold Chisel live was quite possibly one of the last things I would ever want to do. I told my friend NO... NO I do not want to see Cold Chisel live. My friend got a little shitty and asked why. I proceeded to explain that while I don't really dislike Cold Chisel, I could never really justify ever paying money to see them play. Even the idea of sitting through a Cold Chisel set felt like a chore to me.
The other day I was passing through a shopping centre. I had headphones on. All of a sudden somebody stopped me walking and pulled me aside. I glanced over and saw it was a Mediterranean looking gentleman. He was wearing black dress pants and a white button down, long sleeve shirt. He was dressed well, but fairly casual at the same time, his five o’clock shadow adding to that effect. I pulled out my headphones and gave him my attention. “Sir, do you know about the Dead Sea?” he says to me, his voice mysterious and exotic sounding. While momentarily confusing, his words struck a deep chord within me. My time had come. This is what I have been waiting for. My calling. This was it.
As a kid I was super into the Super Friends cartoon. When I was around two and three years old I would watch the episodes that my mum had taped off TV over and over along with the Christopher Reeve Superman movies over. I'd play with the action figures all the time and I got the Hall Of Justice playset from Santa (mum) one christmas. I was crazy into this shit. I remember acquiring the comics randomly and not really knowing what was going on with them and just looking at the pictures of Batman and Superman doing stuff.
Sometime in the mid-90's a comic book store opened in Gosford called The Phantom Zone.
Yesterday I got home at around 6am in the morning after a night out drinking. I planned to nap for a couple of hours, but I couldn't get to sleep and ended up watching a little television. I caught an episode of Bindi The Jungle Girl. It's a goofy kids show about Bindi Irwin living in a magical treehouse and there are segments where she, along with her mum, her younger brother, and her dad's best friend, fuck around with animals under the banner of education. The last I ever heard from this family was something about about Bindi Irwin launching her hip-hop career, and I thought they had moved past the fucking with animals thing, but apparently I was wrong.
One of the hottest topics in our society is the differences between men and women. Morning radio, the television show "Home Improvement" and bits in comedy performances by female comedians like Judith Lucy have been discussing the "battle of the sexes" for centuries now, and it's still extremely topical even today! I think this is because it is something that effects us all, as we are all one or the other. This means that the battle of the sexes is something that concerns 100% of the population.
There are many things that make men and women different, and I would be here all day if I was to get into them all. But to take a very superficial glance at some of the more obvious differences...
From the 29th of September to the 3rd of October the National Young Writers Festival will be taking place in Newcastle. Each year there is always a handful of events relating to zines, and each year it is the most boring shit you could possibly imagine. Around this time last year I reviewed the zine related activities that were featured in the NYWF program, and wrote a bit about how boring it all was, and threw some ideas into the mix for things that would be heaps more fun.
As it's almost that time of year again, I thought I would republish the original post to the Duderocket:
The National Young Writers Festival is happening soon in Newcastle and I was having a poke around at the events listed under the category of "zines" and thought about how the zine community is one of the most boring things ever. I have attended zine panels in previous years, so I know it's all fairly boring, but I'm somehow always a little surprised when I read about how truly boring and shit the events taking place are...
Let's have a look: