Zel-kun’s Words

Does Batman read books?  Perhaps, Bruce Wayne seems like a pretty learned guy.  I’m not sure where he’d find the time between running a vaguely-purposed multi-national corporation and fighting crime.  But sound like the kind of thing he’d do on his time off.

But I digress…

Last week was hectic.  Between mid-year kickoff meetings and long road trips, I barely saw my desk at work, let alone my desk at home.  So updating Zelkun was pretty much out of the question. On the plus side, that overtime pay will come in handy.

I spent Friday, my first day in the office all week, finally catching up on things that have been piling up on my desk.  I did everything in a haze, however, because I was going to see Dark Knight.

I’m not usually a big fan of comic book movies, and, until Batman Begins, Batman was no exception.  But Batman Begins gave me two things that no other comic book movie has given me: Chicago and Swordfighting.

Yes, for those who don’t know, the movie is shot in sweet home Chicago.  I get a feeling I can’t quite describe when I see the batmobile racing down Michigan Avenue, when the Gotham City police barricade State Street, or when Bruce Wayne walks down lower Wacker.  It’s like nostalgia… and yet not at the same time.

Before the movie, I was to pick Zai up at the train station in Downer’s Grove.  As I pulled up to the station, I received a call from her that she was still waiting at the station in Chicago, so it looked like I had a lot of time to kill.  I decided to walk a bit, and happened upon a book store.  I’ve been meaning to get a couple books, so I stopped on in.  I conveniently forgot the title of one of the books I wanted to get (The Dresden Files, I remember now), so I wandered the aisles trying to remember.  Some ditzy schoolgirls wandered in and began making fun of this display of triangular pillows designed for holding books up, parading down the aisle wearing them as hats and humming the graduation theme.  Someone might want to inform them that mortarboard hats aren’t pyramid-shaped….

I passed by a display of Stephen King novels, and nothing really jumped out at me… there’s a pun in there somewhere…

I walked to the front and asked if they had any copies of Bukowski’s Wild Ride, knowing full well what the answer would be.  I haven’t had the chance to order it online, so I figured I’d give it a shot.  Besides, I was still standing near that rack of Stephen King novels, so if they had a copy, I’d buy a King book, because I know Rodger hates King, and nothing would give me more laughs than putting the two together in a bag.

Since they didn’t have the book, and I couldn’t remember the name of the other book, I picked up a copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which I intend to read shortly.  I look forward to it.

Zel-kun out.