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*ahem* In response to multiple pokes, I am now announcing my move to tumblr. I may come back to The Daily Spoon. Probably will, actually. We'll see.

Bees.

Yes, that is the sole purpose of this post.



Mine is the one on the left, and Laura's is on the right.

Bzzzzzz.

OMG Batman.

I just saw The Dark Knight. I can't even think right now, my brain is just like...AHHHHHHH.

It was awesome.

I would totally go see it again.

Heath Ledger's performance as the Joker was amazing and genuinely scary.

Oh my god I want to go see it again.

I wonder if there will be a third Batman movie. I hope so. Though it'll be really difficult to up this one.

In other news...

I noticed a couple of previews for movies from the director of 300. So there's this movie called Watchmen coming up, and there was this song in the preview, and Esther and I were like, "This sounds familiar!" And we were right! It's the Smashing Pumpkins. I love the atmosphere it creates--very moody and dramatic.

I'm so excited about all these movies based on graphic novels! I mean, I know next to nothing about the original stories, but the movies are really cinematically interesting. Thinking about it, they're pretty much visual interpretations of a (primarily) visual medium! How cool is that?

And then I checked out Zack Snyder, turns out he's directing another movie! And it's based on the book below:



That's right, a children's book! The series is called Guardians of Ga'Hoole, as is the movie-to-be, and I was so excited to find that, because I loved this book when I was...well, I have no idea what age I was when I read it. When I was young(er)? Now that I think back on it, I guess I really liked animal books...

like Poppy...



and the Redwall series...



and of course, the unforgettable Animorphs, which had people turning into animals! You can't get much cooler than that.



I'm done geeking out over children's books now. Go see Dark Knight if you haven't seen it. Oh wow. I'm really hyper right now.

More paintings!

Um. I realized I haven't posted in like a week. So my dad gave me an "assignment." He wanted me to paint from a picture of the forests at the smoky mts.

I think he meant a different picture, but I used this one:



And I started with this weird crap painting I had lying around:



And I just laid the silhouettes of the trees over it. I don't want to make it too realistic.



Now I have to finish the leaves. -_- Those are gonna be diiifficult.

I've been painting something else, involving two of my *very special* friends from WashU...two paintings, each with me + one of them. :)

Can you guess whose eye this is??



I really hope I finish these. I think I have commitment issues with painting. Or I'm just very very lazy. Or both.

pancakes and poetry

Look at my pancakes!! Aren't they gorgeous??



I used a recipe for scotch pancakes. And they're really delicious. Actually, this is the third time I've made this since finding the recipe two weeks ago. And they come out better and better each time I make them (they were really bad-looking the first time, but we still ate them cause they were still the best. pancakes. ever.) Sigh. I could really use some right now.

Okay, I'm done talking about food.
Here's a poem:

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vii.
So he was dead.

i.
He looked out his window. The sun was rising, red and bright, wavering through the dusty blinds. He looked down at his hands. Then he slowly pulled on his graying sweater, and stepped out of his room, and left.

ii.
Every step he made on the cool wooden floor faded into silence. Every gesture rose to nothingness. He washed the dishes clean, and he left them to dry on the white dish rack.

iii.
He laughed and was startled to hear it. It had become out of place, unsettled, like a stealthy noise in the night. He no longer slept with his blankets on.

iv.
“how many more days,” he asked the white ceiling. Still his heart beat.

v.
His skin lay loose and papery like a wilting balloon over his bones. He rubbed them harder. They would not stay warm. So cold, so cold. So cold and so old. These days, they seemed to him one and the same.

vi.
When he climbed into the bed, he thought, this must be it. Then he tried to think of something appropriate to think when meeting death, but all he could think was that this must be it and, was this all there was?

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So there you have it! Pancakes and poetry! Really all you need in life. :)