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Okay, as neat as it is to have all the crazy movie channels and digital cable things, sometimes, I have to make difficult choices. Like now: On one channel, Trembling Before G-d, a documentary about gay Orthodox Jews. On another? Batman: Mask of the Phantasm.

AND I CAN'T PICK ONE.

I suspect I will end up flipping back and forth between the two. But still. Why do I have to make the hard choices?

*slams head into wall, as it is both less painful and less repetetive*

So there's a raging thunderstorm brewing, and the lights are starting to flicker. I'm on my laptop, conducting a watch-and-post on #dcu of the movie I'm watching. (Mask of the Phantasm won out. Thoughts on that to follow.) And my mom, who has this thing where she thinks anything that runs on electricity will either short-circuit or horribly electrocute its user during a thunderstorm, tells me to turn off my computer before the storm starts. My laptop computer. With wireless internet. Which was not, at that moment, plugged into anything. Take a moment to think about that.

Argh. You know, this would be a hilarious story, if I were an entirely different person. And my parents were, too.

So I say, well, no, I don't need to turn off my computer, because it's not plugged into anything. And she say, no, turn it off, because you're watching a movie anyway and you don't need it on. And I say, actually, I'm talking to someone at the moment and, as mentioned, my computer has no wires attached to it. And like all arguments I have with either of my parents, it ceased to actually be *about* my computer roughly thirty seconds in, and became about my refusal to Do What I'm Told. Because I'm Questioning Their Authority, or something. And just like evey other time I've been in this situation, my entire fucking life, I knew that if I made any attempt to stand my ground and, you know, not give in even though I'm right, there would shortly be an epic screaming match with *both* my parents. So I said screw it, shut off my fucking computer, and sat there stewing for the rest of the movie, thinking, thanks, Mom. Way to ruin Batman.

And the thing is, as far as my parents are concerned? I'm still in the wrong here, and any atempt to try to talk it out again later will result in another, even more epic screaming match. This is why I need to move the fuck out of here, and stop beating my head against a goddamn brick wall.

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Okay, now that all my stupid angst has been whined about: Batman: Mask of the Phantasm. I had not seen this before-- there are significant gaps in what I've seen of toonverse-- and, oh man. I cannot remember the last time I had such warm feelings towards Bruce Wayne. He is *so fucking endearing* in this, y'all, and the people currently writing the comics version should take note that it is in fact possible to write a Bruce Wayne who is both an appealing, non-assholic human being *and* a giant nutbar. This Bruce? Manages to be both, and also *really* compelling. ( spoilers and chatlogs )

Oh, toonverse. You remind me why I liked these people in the first place. I think toon!Bruce is probably a much richer mine, fic-wise, because he's not as goddamn opaque as comics!Bruce has become. With the older animation style this movie was done in, his face is wonderfully expressive, and he sometimes snarks in costume, and gets his ass handed to him in several of the fights, and is just so much more human and approachable in every possible way.