So, I was checking up on Marvel.Com, as I usually do everyday to get my fill of what's going on in the super hero universe (DCcomics.com gives you absolutelu nothing) and I found out something quiet interesting.
Not only will Spider Man be showing off his legendary web-slinging skills, but he'll also show the world just how well he can sing, on stage. On the big bad Broadway.
That's right, Spider Man is coming to Broadway and it WILL be a musical.

Title: Spider Man-Turn off the Dark

The story will follow the basic story line of Spider man's origin: dorky, little Peter Parker who gets bit by a radioactive spider and becomes one of the greatest super heroes known to man. It will include familiars like Uncle Ben, Aunt May, the lovely Mary Jane, as well as some new faces and new places. This is a musical based on the comic book series, not the movie.
And they are pulling out all of the stops for this new adventure. The musical will be directed by Julie Taymor, who directed The Lion King and Across the Universe. And then, there's Bono. Yes, the Bono. Bono is creating the songs and lyrics along the with the famous band, the Edge, to make this a masterpiece. Or at least something that will be remembered for a long time.
I can understand a lot of people being upset by this. A lot of comic fans who hate musicals and hate theaters. But then again, art is always about taking the the world by surprise. Though this is an extremely bold endeavor-I think they can pull it off. This show could very well be the next Wicked.
Now, what would be bad if the musical industry jump-started a band wagon and began making a whole slew of comic book musicals. Kinda like Hollywood is doing (which Hollywood can do). Another bad thing would be if Broadway decided to sex up Spider-man, kinda like their other shows, which would be an absolute abomination to the Spider-man name.
Well, good luck Broadway and please, please, please don't make it too corny.

I have never, ever heard one bad thing said about the brilliant and wise C.S. Lewis.
His ideas are just so great-and I would love to write just like he does-witty, wise and wonderfully.
I think if God has favorite writers-C.S. Lewis is one of them.
Here are some quotes that I absolutely love and I hope you do too.

-A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.

-A man who is eating or lying with his wife or preparing to go to sleep in humility, thankfulness and temperance, is, by Christian standards, in an infinitely higher state than one who is listening to Bach or reading Plato in a state of pride.

-Education without values, as useful as it is, seems rather to make man a more clever devil.

-I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.

-If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.

-If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.

-There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, "Thy will be done," and those to whom God says, "All right, then, have it your way."

-This is one of the miracles of love: It gives a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted.

-You can't get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me.

-You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.

And my personal favorite...

-Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.

After writing the 300[reasons why I hate this movie] thought-rant, I felt like I need to write something a little more...happier.
Lately, I have been having the strongest impulse to just jump into the air, kicking my feet off the ground and throwing my arms out wide, and flying into the sky. Sometimes, the impulse is so strong, it seems that if I were to fly, it would be one of the most natural things in the world. As I walk from the cafeteria every night when its getting dark, I look up into the naked tree branches that look like snake fingers interweaving with one another and I can just imagine my-self soaring through them and up into the stars that are beginning to peak out as the sun is stepping over the horizon.
Now I've flown hundreds of times in airplanes-but I don't really count that as flying. That's just sitting in a cramped metal bus with wings attached, trying your best not to elbow the strange man sitting next to you. I do like it when you look out and see all of those great, mountainous clouds that the plane is flying near. However, it would be so much better to actually fly by yourself into those clouds at the speed of sound. Without a care in the world.
When I return to Maine for the summer, it would be so nice to just leap from my back porch, leap right across the Atlantic, and land smack dab in the middle of London. Or take an extra step into Paris. Or a few more to Venice. Or a big leap to Tokyo.
I've been having these urges so strongly lately that I even down-loaded Superman Returns-a movie I think could have been done a whole lot better-just to see somebody fly.
Its no wonder every time I see a shooting star, drop a penny into the fountain or notice the clock says 11:11, I wish "I had the powers of Superman."

I am not really going to write 300 reasons why I hate the movie 300-I don't have the time and really, I'll just make my-self more mad talking about it. Well, here I am, a young man of nineteen, who likes action movies and sweet special effects just as much as the next guy, but I'm going to say it: 300 is an epic piece of trash!!! It is nothing but a glamorized gore porn. Wow, it feels so good to say that and mom, I'm really sorry that I ever watched it. I was curious to see what all of the hype was about and I kept having guy-friends tell me that I'm not a man until I see this movie-well that's a load of bull.
Though the true battle of 300 was a noble effort to keep the Persians from entering Europe-the movie, in my opinion, was not so noble. The Spartans of this film were not my most favorite group of film characters: lets just say if I had a choice of being a Spartan or being a flying monkey from the Wizard of Oz-flying monkey hands down! When that movie came out-all my guy-friends wanted to be was a Spartan. Well, obviously they didn't notice the whole-eugenics-we-kill-the-weak-and-keep-the-strong mentality and that Spartans really did not run around in flowing red capes, just a pretty helmet and crimson loin-clothes that remind me of my red-ranger undies that I wore when I was five-but wore armor just as much as the next guy.
And another thing...The whole motivation behind the Spartans fighting the Persians was to preserve freedom and liberty for their fellow man. But I believe Sparta was just as enslaving as Persia (but not to the scale of Persians)-somebody check me on this-of course they did try to enslave Troy and that was just one big ugly mess.
Well, I am going to really MAN up and say that 300 is really nothing but something to satisfy our animal and crude desires that have no business being satisfied.
Thanks for listening to this latest thought-rant-I just had to speak up about this-it's been eating at me for the last few weeks.
P.S. That whole scene with the hunchback in Xerxes' tent-worst movie scene EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, one of my favorite movie paradoxes ever is in the first Chronicles of Narnia movie, where the Pevensie kids go to Narnia through the wardrobe and end up staying there as kings and queens for fifteen years. However, when they accidentally stumble upon their home-world again, they come tumbling out of the wardrobe at precisely same age as when they had entered the wardrobe fifteen years, or was it fifteen seconds, ago. Well, I've been having a sort of similar experience. I haven't been journeying to alternate worlds full of white witches, talking beavers and prophecies that just so happen to be about me-though I constantly wish something like that would happen-but I've been having dreams that seem to last hours, when in fact I've only been sleeping for five minutes.

Now here is the weird thing

I'm used to having weird dreams-very weird dreams-but I learned in psychology last semester that you only dream in R.E.M. sleep. which takes much longer to get to than a measly, five-minute in-between-classes nap. Lately, when I lay down on my bed after chapel to shut my eyes for a few minutes, I find my-self almost instantly caught in a dream-today I dreamed that I was riding a Great Dane through my house, though the dog continued to tell me to get off of him, I was stuck in my old high school library, trying to replace a motivation poster on the wall that had been knocked down, but the walls were already full of motivational posters and fliers for pointless school meetings, and then there was something, I think, about an inflatable monster trying to eat me. Now, I know getting to R.E.M. varies on time, but I shouldn't be getting there in just two minutes.

Well, its been causing me a little bit of distress-since I wake up thinking I've been asleep for hours and that I've missed all of my classes-only to find out I've been asleep for about six minutes. Thank you internal alarm clock.

Who knows-maybe in one of these weird dream states I'll be dreaming about Angels on the Moon like Thriving Ivory
Thanx for reading this thought rant!

You may ask, when the end of the world is nigh’
By what apocalyptic force was our demise?
What creatures of vile appeared, and did any brave man try
To reject the Beast’s ugly brand and reveal the devil’s disguise?
Twas’ it the spray can’s pretty perfumes that killed the sky?
The robot designed to serve man but rose up in furious war cry?
Or maybe the mushroom cloud that blotted the sun’s all-seeing eye?
Perhaps even more, the plague, which doomed all men to die?
You may now ask, on Armageddon’s daisy-covered field,
When trumpets sound and the last few moments you try to steal,
If humanity is ready to accept their judgment sealed,
And what regrets linger in their hearts-with a thorny feel?
But only tell yourself, when the sky is falling and the sea’s rising,
With every finale, comes an encore, which will be very surprising.