Hey, there, me droogies.
Sorry, I don’t know where that came from. Well, yes, I do, but I don’t know why I’m making a Clockwork Orange reference at this particular time, other than it seemed really boring to just say “Hi, I’m back from DC, how are y’all?”
Anyhow, I’ll be posting a recap of my Washington trip soon, but in the meantime, I’d like to celebrate tonight’s big New Moon premiere with an image that depicts the movie I’d like to see:

Let’s see if Edward Cullen’s emo dreaminess can protect him from the sword of the Daywalker! Ha!
Seriously, I’m usually right there in the front of the line for all of the latest pop-cultural fads, but the whole Twilight thing mystifies me. The Girlfriend says it’s because I was never a 15-year-old girl, and perhaps there’s something to that. (Although if 15-year-old girls really fantasize about awaking to find a sullen, beady-eyed, greasy-haired guy who says it’s a constant struggle to keep from killing them because they smell so damn good standing at the foot of their bed, and they think that’s romantic rather than alarming, then I obviously never understood teenage girls half as well as I thought I did.) In any event, vampire stories just aren’t what they were when I first discovered Lestat back in college. I’m predicting that once the cycle of movies based on Stephanie Meyer’s novels runs out, these venerable immortal anti-heroes are going to, ahem, go underground for a good long while… at least, it’s my opinion that they ought to. They’ve pretty much run their course for this generation. While they’re resting up for a few years, maybe someone can figure out how to reinvigorate werewolves the way Anne Rice did the bloodsuckers…
(Credit Where It’s Due Department: That nifty photoshop job has been all over the ‘net, but I grabbed it from Michael May; he also posted this little gem, if you’re looking for more Twilight-mocking fun…)

