To the BATMOBILE
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Monday, January 07, 2008
We have come full-circle. Episode 99 of the Butlerman Chronicles inadvertedly leads back to the pilot issue, albeit with a new cover, a new artiste and a change of artistic direction. Once more a clarification of identity is required. While the temptation to quote Gossip Girl is ever present, I fear for whatever manlihood I have left. I am, without a shadow of a doubt, probably nothing more and hopefully nothing less than - That guy who used to get decent grades but now couldn't buy an A even if he was backed by Donald Trump himself. That guy that used to go out with that pretty girl, defying countless odds in the process, and slowly and inevitably using up each of his "social nine lives" in a tragically comedic fashion. That guy that used to be able to play rugby somewhat proficiently (or at least, I thought so), but now can't seem to give a friendly wave in fear of his arms flopping about in a grotesque and painful manner. That guy that used to envision himself being a self-taught chef for romanticism's sake, but now seems only capable of serving up butter-tasting pancakes. That guy that's now ever so infatuated with Blake Lively. Who wouldn't be. The people cry en masse, "Chin up, laddy" (oddly defying logic and reality to adopt a weirdly comforting Scottish accent)! Women and children, friend and foe weep in sympathy at my dready disposition. Edgar Allan Poe, the Man of Morbidity himself seems to resemble Father Christmas in comparison with myself. My Chemical Romance finally realises that their band plays shite for music (admittedly I do listen and wail along to "Welcome to the Black Parade" when the moment hits me) and decides to make endless covers of the Teletubby theme song. Now if only the script writers of America would get back to work so I could continue the mindless satisfaction of watching Serena van der Woodsen get together with Dan Humphreys. TO THE BATMOBILE |
The Writer
highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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