Ye Olde Blogge Poste

My dad is watching Master and Commander, and Russell Crowe just said "Clap him in irons!" I'm not a huge Russell Crowe fan, but him saying that was tremendous. I wish I had a reason to say that. But I don't, because we don't have any irons and not having irons sucks.

Now a guy just drowned himself. That's bloody depressing. Word of advice: don't drown yourself, because it makes people sad. 

Hey that's Pippin! 

Now one guy accidentally shot another guy trying to shoot a bird. That's embarrassing. I think he's going to die now. But he's going to see the lizards first. Oh wait, no, they're just going into a tent and they're going to take all his insides out so they can find the bullet. 

Changing the subject completely, I think I'd like to open a shop or hotel and call it something like, "Ye Olde Booke Shoppe" or "Ye Olde Bedde and Breakfaste" or "Ye Olde Richardde Armitage Fanne Clubbe." And I wouldn't be a posh Englishgentlewoman, I'd be a quaint hobbitty lady. Or Batman. I could wear a Batman costume all the time to throw people off. How awesome would it be to have breakfast served to you by Batman? Whatever job I have, I think I'll dress as Batman every day. 

That's one thing I don't understand. Batman was so set on justice and order, so why didn't he just become a policeman? I suppose he would be bogged down by rules and regulations, and he wouldn't get to pretend to be a bat and fly and stuff, so there wouldn't be much of a point.