I watched Thor last night, and it was pretty good. Made my dad stay around so we could see the post-credits stuff, with the other nerds. I think they’re getting better with the whole comic book adaptation stuff - the first Iron Man, the Hulk movies from 2004 or whatever, most of those felt pretty incomplete. Iron Man 2 and Thor don’t really like an advertisement for the comics, or some kind of abridged version like novel adaptations. So that’s all good, and I would recommend seeing it for sure.

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        Apparently my dad found a poem I wrote about the Halifax Explosion some years ago, and an unbiased third party told me that it was really good. He’s mentioned recently that I wrote such a thing, and I was slightly skeptical… But he told me enough about it that I accept it as a thing, so I’ll post it soon for you guys.

        I actually wrote a number of other poems in junior high, mainly for/about Brittany. Perhaps luckily for you, they’ve all been lost. Eaten by my dog, actually. But I think a few of them were really, really good - to the point where I actively wish I could find them again. I remember a few lines, themes I used… It’s incredibly frustrating to know that I wrote these, but all that’s left is the little bits I remember.

        I mean, if everything I’ve written on here were to disappear, I wouldn’t think years later “wow, that was some great stuff, I wish I could show it to people."  I accept the possibility that if I were to find one of these poems, they wouldn’t be as good as I remember. Even so, I just feel like one of the best things I’ve ever written was eaten by my dog. That’s a crappy feeling, man! At least I’ve got the one, anyway.