No Joke

I joined the rest of the civilized world and went to see The Dark Knight and this is what i left with: The Joker was the good guy … ha ha, why so serious? Batman seemed to me like a big show off – with his fancy cars, fine restaurants, loads of money, servants and ballerinas. Dent seemed like a decent guy but too much of a movie hero wannabe to accomplish much. And the good old Joker seemed like a guy whom the world drove nuts (and who’s to blame him?). So between bullets, chasing cars and partying, the rest of the characters switch from hero to villain (more or less) while our Joker stays true to his chaotic dream, wanting to destroy everything. Everything (as he knows it) meaning lack of affection, dirty money, crime and mob. When you think about it, he didn’t have such bad plans after all, the means to the end being a little less orthodox. But, like Tyler Durden says ‘It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything’. So ladies and gentlemen, here’s a free man. Now, if we think he’s the bad guy, aren’t we just a bit jealous? Ha ha, why so serious?

blank page syndrome

Starting a new blog today, a new post, a new story or just telling old stories … yep, blank page syndrome. There’s a certain perfection to a blank page that you don’t wanna spoil with your random letters and thoughts. And still, here i am tainting the purity of the blank page with this rant. It’s not all too bad though since it’s a virtual page we’re talking about so not much harm done. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to start writing on paper and so easy to write (and delete and write and delete) here. The paper has that quality of keeping both your good ideas and the mistakes reminding you that you’re in no way a writer but more of a scratcher. (blah blah….no wait, scratch that). Here, the backspace and delete keys are my biggest supporters, ready to jump in whenever i need them to, my accessories to writing (who will never get blamed or convicted though … hm, lucky them). No, i’m in no way forgetting the other keys that patiently await my strokes, all of them laying down at my finger tips just like saying: ‘Hey, it’s all written down here, everything. You just pick whatever your brain wants to read’. So here i go, me the writer-reader-writer …