It’s a question many of us have asked ourselves and our friends over the years. I mean sure we had that one guy a couple of years back, but the moment he slipped into that suit with the nipples he became a joke. See that’s the problem with introducing Robin into the Batman universe. The moment you do it detracts from the seriousness of the movies. Suddenly you have this kid running around in green and red drumming up memories of the “BANG” “POW” “BOP” Batman of the sixties.

“Holy rusted metal Batman!” Paying homage to the past can be a great thing if done properly and as much as I enjoy Batman Forever for it’s call back to the sixties Batman, the way it handled the character of Robin was the first strikes on the nails to the coffin that nearly killed the franchise. Batman and Robin was the hammer that sealed that coffin for nearly a decade.

Okay so it was only eight years, but a decade sounds so much more dramatic so we’re going to go with that.

For nearly a decade we waited patiently. Surviving only on the occasional rumor of which actor they would get to play Batman. We heard everything from Joshua Jackson to the future Superman Henry Cavill. Even Jake Gyllenhaal was batted around our imaginations before our thirst was final quenched with the announcement of Christian Bale as the caped crusader. Which people of course bitched about like they do with every announcement of every actor that has been cast in the role. With a new Batman cast, Christopher Nolan at the helm, and a villain we had never seen on the big screen we waited patiently to see if they would take a chance on our favorite sidekick.

For three films we waited. For seven years we wondered if he would make an appearance. There was much speculation as to who would play The Boy Wonder if the role was written into The Nolanverse, but in the end we were left with a halfhearted suggestion  at the possibility of the chance that John Blake would carry on the work of The Batman as possibly Robin or Nightwing in a movie that all of us knew was never coming.

It would be four years before we would look up into the night sky and see the Batsignal again. The next mention of Robin came in Batman v. Superman, and it came in the form of a graphited costume incased in plexiglass leading us to believe that Dick Grayson had moved on to become Nightwing and that poor Tim Drake had met his fate at the hands of The Joker.

So will we ever get the Robin we deserve? I choose to remain hopeful that at some point in the future they will find way to bring the character into the story, but chances are it will be the Death in the Family story line. I mean after all they wouldn’t want Robin cluttering up the universe for very long. That just another character to get in the way, and they already have trouble balancing the ones they have.

So to answer the question: Yes and No.

Yes there will be mention of Robin, and he may even pop up from time to time. Don’t look for him to hang around for very long though, and I’m kind of okay with that. If they did the Death in the Family story and really dug into it, then they could possibly get at least two really strong movies.

No, sadly kiddies I really believe that Robin will never stick around long enough to become  a card carrying member of the Justice League. He’s good for a story here and there, maybe, but if you add him to the mix full time then he would distract from Batman too much, and possibly confuse the audience that may be unfamiliar with the character. I know that sounds crazy, but there are some people out there that only know Batman from the movies. Plus DC/Warner Bros. has issues when they have more than one main character in a movie.

We must hold on to our hope that one day they will find a way to bring the Boy Wonder in to the fold. Even if they wanted to do a solo Nightwing movie I think we’d all be cool with that. They could skip the origin story and just dive into it head first. Thankfully we now live in a world that gives us multiple comic book movies each year so we have lots to keep us busy until then. Till next time friends, stay entertained 

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Eternal Rest

Posted: November 6, 2014 in Fiction
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The hand stood out as if it were a beacon in the night. Even in the dim, mid-evening lighting David could see it wriggling out of the ground. It was in front of one of the ancient grave stones he passed on his daily route to work. A makeshift collection of graves that no one had visited in decades, except maybe to try and scare a friend late on a Halloween night. The type of graveyard you see often in poverty stricken parts of the south, particularly in his home state of Alabama.

David had noticed something out of sorts that morning on his way to work. Normally he would be caught up in his daily routine of drinking coffee, blasting the radio, and attempting to mentally prepare for the day, but seeing two fingers sticking out of the ground has a tendency to break one’s concentration. Try as it might, his mind couldn’t make sense of it. He finished the rest of his drive in total silence. Eventually, he wrote it off as some type of optical illusion, a mere trick of the light. Still, he couldn’t manage to shake the thought of what he had seen for the remainder of the day.

On his evening drive home, after he had seen the hand and after his mind had finally made sense of the image, he became overwhelmed with panic. He sped the remaining three miles home, sure that some type undead apocalypse had dawned upon the earth. He flew through his front door, locking both locks behind him. He locked himself in his bedroom and propped up on the bed clutching a shotgun to his chest.

He was too nervous to sleep well that night. He was up and down constantly peeking through the blinds expecting to see a zombie mob descending on his house. He just knew he would hear a chorus of moans and see a group of silhouettes come shuffling slowly over the hill in front of his house. He could see them breaking down his door and managing to pick off a couple of them before they tore him to shreds. It was one of his worst fears, and rightfully so. He finally calmed his nerves enough to doze off sometime after four.

After managing a couple of hours of troubled sleep, David shot awake before his alarm went off.He immediately peeked through the blinds unsure of in what state he would find the world around him. He hurriedly got ready for work, rushing out of the shower and throwing his clothes on so quickly that he forgot his belt. He was full of curious dread to see what ghastly sight was awaiting him that morning. He rushed to his car and sat in it for ten minutes nearly puking before he left his driveway.

As he approached the graveyard, he began craning his neck to see what horrors were sticking out of the ground that day. The closer he got, he saw nothing. No arm, no hand, nothing at all. He was in too much of a hurry to get to work to stop and investigate. Immediately, his brain went into overdrive.

He wondered for the entire day about his discovery. Was it still there? Had it ever been there in the first place? Was he losing his mind? He couldn’t get his mind off of the goddamned hand. It was a very natural response. One can’t see something that off putting and just forget about it.

It was nearing time for him to get off work and he had made up his mind to drive by the graveyard on his way home. He would investigate the site and settle this matter once and for all. He sped out of the parking lot and drove to the site as fast as he could. Parking his car on the side of the road, he retrieved his flashlight from his car’s glove compartment. As he approached the gravesite, his pulse was thundering in his ears and his stomach was rolling.  As curious as he was, he was terrified of what he would find.

He walked to the grave as slowly as he possibly could. He half expected himself to turn and run at the slightest rustling of leaves, but he stayed his course. He saw the small hole before he got to it, breathing a sigh of relief. Not only because the hand wasn’t sticking out, but because it meant he wasn’t going crazy. At the same time, it meant that there had been a hand coming out of a nearly century old grave.

As David stood over the hole, he tried to work up the nerve to shine the light down into it. He weighed his options and played chicken with himself, coming close several times.  Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he bit the bullet and aimed his light downward. The hole itself was tiny. Barely more than five inches across. He was relieved that the hole wasn’t bigger, at least that meant an entire body hadn’t come through already.

He stood there for several minutes examining the hole, attempting to figure out what to do next. He wasn’t quite sure exactly what this meant. He was unsure of the implications that this had on the world, his world. On one hand, corpses weren’t walking the streets in search of brains, but, on the the other, there was still a corpse that had apparently been trying to make it’s way out of it’s tomb.

After lingering for several more minutes,  he turned to leave. He decided that he would return the next day, when the sun was out, to examine the hole a little more thoroughly. He muttered something about still not being totally convinced he wasn’t losing his mind. Just as the words left his lips he heard rustling behind him. He reluctantly turned to see what it was. His light shone directly on the mangled, bony forearm sticking out of the ground.

David dropped his flashlight in his hurried panic while running back to his car. He nearly fell at least five times in the forty feet between his car and the grave. He jumped into his car and didn’t even have the door shut as he put the car in drive. He sped away from the graveyard, cursing himself for being so inquisitive. He vowed to never return to the site.

He spent another night tossing and turning. He was certain that the body connected to that arm was making it’s way out of the ground and was going to find him. There was no doubt about it in his paranoia ridden mind. The fact that the grave was three miles away and there were at least twenty-five houses in between never occurred to him.

He obsessed over the arm for the next few days, even going as far as to research the name on the grave stone. The search turned up nothing,  only feeding his curiosity. He also began to wonder again if he had lost his mind. Surely if the arm was really there then someone else would have seen it. Then again, what if he was the only one who had been paying attention? He had to go back to find out.

David made up his mind that he would go back the following night after work. The next morning as he left out he loaded his pistol and a spotlight into his car. He was bound and determined to find out exactly what the hell was going on with this body. He thought all day about what he was going to do. What he would say if it talked, or better yet, how he would react. The human mind simply isn’t wired to process situations such as this.

After David left work, he continued to quiz himself about the situation for the entire drive to the graveyard. He grew increasingly more nervous and his stomach grew more uneasy with every passing moment. He had to nail down a strategy, plan his reactions and responses. The last thing he needed to do was lose his cool while dealing with an apparently reanimated corpse. Whatever his plan he was going to have to figure it out fast, he was less than a mile away.

As he pulled up to the graveyard, it was all he could do to stand up out of his car. He approached the grave on unsteady legs with a stomach that felt like the agitator from a washing machine was running at full speed in it. As he neared the grave he saw a dreadful sight. The hole was at least three feet wide now and was a gaping scar on the ground.

His light shone over the grave stone and then finally down into the hole. It appeared to be several feet deep and looked like the handy work of a corpse, all ragged and rough. He turned around and paced back and forth. This meant that the body had escaped from it’s supposed eternal resting place. It meant that the body of a nearly century dead man had clawed it’s way out of the ground.

Was it hungry for brains? Was it the carrier of some disease that would rapidly spread essentially ending humanity? Was there any purpose to it’s resurrection at all? It was too late to know now. Whatever the case, it had escaped from the dirt and was out wandering around somewhere. This was bad, very bad. The worst part was that he knew that he could have prevented it if he had just grown a pair and done something.

Just then David could have sworn that he heard something. The faintest noise that could have been a small animal scurrying across the grass. Still, dread washed over him like a hot, sickly downpour of rain. He turned slowly back towards the grave stone and shined his light in it’s direction. He wished that he hadn’t. He prayed that he was just having some kind of vivid nightmare. The painful reality hit him as his head hit the ground. As his vision dimmed he saw the gnarled, nearly skinless head poke out from behind the grave stone.

When he came to, he was covered with sweat in spite of the cold. He was laying exactly as he had fallen. His right arm and leg asleep from laying on them for God knows how long. As his wits came back to him he realized what had happened and what had caused his blackout. His eyes focused on the old, weathered stone and then looked past it, almost through it to see what horror was waiting on the other side. There it was, just as he feared, propped up against the stone.

He struggled to sit up, all the while inching away from the stone. His lips finally managed to form and speak words.

“Wh…wh…who, w w what, why”, David stuttered unable to form a legible sentence.

The corpse opened it’s mouth and a terrible croaking sound crept out followed by a deep, resonating cough and a cloud of dust.

“You always act like such a pussy, boy?”, the corpse croaked.

“Aaaaahhhhhh, what the fuck?”, David screamed.

“Keep your Goddamned voice down boy, I ain’t gonna hurt you.” the corpse commanded.

“Well what the fuck are you doing here then? Why did you come back?”, David nervously asked.

“It’s too goddamned loud down there. It was driving me fucking crazy. Eternal rest my ass.”, the corpse said.

“Whhhh…what are you talking about?”, he said barely managing a whisper.

At that moment a woman’s corpse, in equal states of decomposition as the other, poked it’s head out of the hole.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing up here?” She said, “You’re going to scare someone to death.

“Goddamnit, see boy” the male corpse said, “that’s what the hell I’m talking about.”

As the two corpses bickered, David’s world went black again.

Battle For The Net

Posted: September 9, 2014 in Uncategorized

If you woke up tomorrow, and your internet looked like this, what would you do? Imagine all your favorite websites taking forever to load, while you get annoying notifications from your ISP suggesting you switch to one of their approved “Fast Lane” sites.Think about what we would lose: all the weird, alternative, interesting, and enlightening stuff that makes the Internet so much cooler than mainstream Cable TV. What if the only news sites you could reliably connect to were the ones that had deals with companies like Comcast and Verizon?On September 10th, just a few days before the FCC’s comment deadline, public interest organizations are issuing an open, international call for websites and internet users to unite for an “Internet Slowdown” to show the world what the web would be like if Team Cable gets their way and trashes net neutrality. Net neutrality is hard to explain, so our hope is that this action will help SHOW the world what’s really at stake if we lose the open Internet.If you’ve got a website, blog or tumblr, get the code to join the #InternetSlowdown here: https://battleforthenet.com/sept10thEveryone else, here’s a quick list of things you can do to help spread the word about the slowdown: http://tumblr.fightforthefuture.org/post/96020972118/be-a-part-of-the-great-internet-slowdown Get creative! Don’t let us tell you what to do. See you on the net September 10th!

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By now you all have heard of the death of Mr. Robin Williams. Mr. Williams was one of my cinematic and comedic heroes. I seem to be losing more and more of them but I guess that comes with growing older. Having never had the pleasure to meet or know Mr. Williams I only knew him through his work and what a legacy he leaves.
I first met Robin when he became the star of his own sitcom, Mork and Mindy. It was watching him as lovable alien Mork that I fell in love with his erratic comedic stylings, laughing each week as Mork just tried to fit in with us humans.
By eighth grade I was reciting his stand up for my class mates and getting huge laughs not because we understood all the jokes but because there were some dirty words thrown in. I continued this practice through most of my scholastic career. Yes I can finally come clean. Most all of my comedy material from grades eight through twelve was stolen from Robin Williams. Thank you sir.
As much as I loved Mr. Williams comedy I loved his dramatic work more. The Fisher King remains one of my all time favorites. Dead Poets Society, Bicentennial Man, Good Will Hunting…the list goes on. I shed tears watching all of these films because Robin Williams is an amazing actor with the ability to steal every scene he was in without trying. I didn’t give two shits about Matt and Bens characters in Good Will Hunting, I wanted to spend more time with Dr. Maguire. Sorry Matt and Ben. Another of my favorites that always makes me cry is What Dreams May Come, an amazing and often overlooked film. I won’t spoil it by giving away the details, watch it, cry and love it.
Thankfully for every tear Mr. Williams caused me to shed, he also made me laugh. He was amazing to watch doing stand up but his big screen comedies were outstanding. Mrs. Doubtfire, The Birdcage and Death to Smoochy are just some of my favorites that had my sides hurting from laughing.
I almost let myself post this without talking about the amazing voice over work Mr. Williams has done over the years. The lovable Genie from Aladdin is my favorite and Happy Feet wouldn’t have been the same without him.
I could’ve just made this a list of Mr. Williams films and said I loved them all and that would have been true. Whether or not the movie was good didn’t matter because Robin Williams was going to be good in whatever role he had in it. Be it starring or bit part, comedic or dramatic or even the occasional cameo on a sitcom or even starring in a sitcom, I have always been a huge fan of Mr. Williams and fear the world will be a little less without him.
It occurs to me just now as I’m writing this that maybe we were fooled all along. Maybe Mork and Mindy wasn’t just the story of a lovable alien trying to fit into our world, maybe it was the truth hiding in plain site. Maybe wacky, lovable, amazing Robin Williams was the alien and all these years he’s just been trying to fit into our world. Maybe instead of dying, he’s just gone back to his home amongst the stars.
The YDKSAF family sends our thoughts and condolences to Mr. Williams family during this difficult time. You will be missed sir…

-YDKSAF

Day 17…
Day before yesterday…or was it the day before that?
I caught one of them.
His head caved in like a basketball with the air let out.
The bastard kept changing his face on me…
At one point he even looked like my best friend Dave
I finally went outside.
I had to bury him quick in case anymore of them were watching.
I feel a little more at ease now.
I’m plugging my phone up and getting some sleep…

Epilogue
I woke up this morning after sleeping for God knows how long. I felt fairly relaxed but my head still feels like someone is standing on it. I checked my phone, I had a mountain of notifications to dig through. I had several from Dave. The first one was from 2 1/2 weeks ago…The day it all began. It said “hey, came by your house but you were already gone. I ate some cereal and I may have left some dishes out. Sorry bro”.

Oh shit, what have I done…or is this just one of their tricks? I kept reading and the last one said “dude are you ok? You haven’t been returning messages. I’m coming by to check on you.” That was from two days ago…

17 Days: Part 4

Posted: June 18, 2014 in Uncategorized
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Day E…Fuck I have no idea
Constant noises.
I’ve been hearing them moving through the house.
Somehow they got in.
No worry, I’m safe in here.
Ran out of food.
Starting to take its toll.
I wonder if this was their plan all along.
I’m not crazy
I know they’re out there.
I doubt I still have a job
Still no sleep
Started to doze off yesterday…or was it the day before?
I taped my eyelids up today to keep that from happening again.
It hurts like hell, but now they can’t catch me off guard.
Fuck I’ve got to charge my phone in case I need help…

Her is one of the films that I have been looking forward to seeing since the preview was released some months ago. I missed it during its theatrical run so I finally got around to watching it tonight and I couldn’t be happier that I did.

This film is such a unique, yet familiar at the same time, concept. It tells a very common love story just in a way that, at least in my experience, has never been done before. This film conveys so many different emotions in such an interesting and complex way. It also raises several questions about technology and the continuing disintegration of human to human interaction but doesn’t present it in a negative way necessarily.

Her also presents love in such a way that could be a lesson to everyone. It proposes the age old message that love should not be based on appearance, or lack thereof in this case, but rather personal connection. Yet again, it is a story that has been told numerous times, only in vastly different contexts. 

The cast and crew behind this film did a phenomenal job of telling this incredibly complex love story. Writer/director Spike Jonze created a timeless film that I truly feel will go on to become a modern classic. Joaquin Phoenix gives the performance of his career as the reclusive, heart sick lead character Theodore. Personal favorite Scarlett Johansson shows off her acting chops by stealing the show as the operating system Samantha, never appearing on screen because she only exists in computers as a voice. Somehow, she still commands your attention. Amy Adams and Chris Pratt make for a great supporting cast rounding out the film re

ally

well.

This is the second film released in 2014, the first being The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, that has forced it’s way into my all time top ten films. I can’t say enough good things about this film. It is such a deep and heartfelt film that I think everyone can relate to in some way. This should be the next film you watch without question. Til next time…

-Heath

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