One more reason why Robert Downey Jr. beats Christian Bale anyday.

So, love the Dark Knight. Everybody who sees the Dark Knight falls in love with it, but yeah, I’ve got a couple of gripes. Number one is Christian Bale’s voice when he is Batman: the first movie had him with this very laughable growl… not sexy or intimidating by any means. Dark Knight ups the ante with, on top of the fake emphezema, a lisp. I swear to you, listen! It’s there. It is tough for me to get past that…

However, looking back on the rest of the summer’s blockbusters, I really feel like Iron Man filled me with far more joy. Certainly, Dark Knight had a far more compelling villain, but Iron Man wins with a far more interesting hero, and a much higher excitement factor. I like dark and gritty as much as the next guy, but Iron Man proves that modern day superhero flicks don’t have to be dark: they can hit the emotional rollercoaster while serving tons of “OMG that’s cool” scenes. That’s why Speed Racer was such an amazing film for me: it served the source material well, even if it didn’t make people feel dirty, like a Sin City would.

Evidently, Robert Downey Jr. also finds his movie wins. In an interview clip I read from here, he said:

“I feel like I’m dumb because I feel like I don’t get how many things that are so smart. It’s like a Ferrari engine of storytelling and script writing and I’m like, ‘That’s not my idea of what I want to see in a movie…Didn’t get it, still can’t tell you what happened in the movie, what happened to the character and in the end they need him to be a bad guy. I’m like, ‘I get it. This is so high brow and so f$%&ing smart, I clearly need a college education to understand this movie.’ You know what? F%$# DC comics. That’s all I have to say and that’s where I’m really coming from.”

I love that guy.

The Shork

So, for over a year I’ve had a dream of starting an online version of Apple Crack (or Apples to Apples, whatever you want to call it). In it’s most awesome form it’d be a place of technological wonder that would take several months to code and a crackpot team of web experts willing to debug and make it their entire life. In it’s simplest form, it’s a blog.

So, in the interest of actually finishing something I’ve started, behold!!

The main idea is that a series of moderators will take turns posting topics, once every two days. For two days, common people can visit the blog and comment on the topic, and after two days, comments are closed and the moderator updates the post with information on who they picked to win. Very exciting!

If you’re at all interested in being a moderator, let me know! It’s really fun and you’d only have a responsibility to post probably once a month or so.

Let the game begin!

The parking situation

At BIG Images, our street has notoriously horrible parking. Walking a block (or just biking from our houses) isn’t too much hassle for the people who work here, but sometimes people park in our parking lot and go to other businesses nearby rather than walking a block themselves. If they ask us if it’s cool, we pretty much give them the go-ahead, never mind that we have signs saying “PARKING FOR BIG IMAGES AND iii DESIGN” right in front of every parking spot.

Heck, sometimes people even stop and leave their car fully blocking the driveway. That really grinds my gears.

My mind often fills with possible avenues of revenge:

  • Slapping a few BIG Images stickers and letting them advertise for us around town, you know, as a trade for our inconvenience.
  • We have a giant slab of styrofoam that looks an awful lot like a boulder. We just pick it up and set it behind their car.

Friday a “gentleman” in a gigantic Ford F250 blocked our driveway to go next door. Completely blocked.

I wrote a note on a piece of paper saying,

“Please be more considerate to others. Respectfully, BIG Images and iii Design”

and stuck it under his windshield.

A few minutes later, he walked out to his jerkmobile, grabbed the note, and yelled back at the shop, “next time I’m going to block the entire f***ing driveway!” before peeling away. What a class act.