Campy Batman

After watching a documentary collection on the 60s Batman show, I cannot but feel a bit of sad joy.
Part of me longs for a simpler time when I could have hoped to have met my childhood heroes, while the rational part is softly aware that things are right in my little world. The reality that I am able to share a moment of nostalgia that takes me back to such a state of mind is utterly priceless. Tomorrow is a new day, but today is to be cherished for its quirks.
One thing about the life I have is that I am truly blessed with a partner who is more than a mother to our children. We met in the most unlikely place, and we did the unthinkable by going with our blind instincts. She is so pure in her ways that I cannot but marvel that she tolerates my shortcomings. We are so much a like but yet so very different. It's frustrating at times, but such moments pass.
I get sad when I think of those I admire that seemingly died without knowing for themselves the simple joys that I have found in suburbia. Nothing is perfect in that change dictates that all things are not constant. Such are the ebbs and flows which make life worthwhile with its divine chaos over which we fool ourselves into thinking we have control.
In hindsight we can pick and compress our favorite memories, but I prefer my happiness fresh and natural. Memories are good, but life is too short to be content with living in the past. Que sera, sera.

Critical thinking

When I declared my major, the first official class was Critical Writing.
In hindsight, I don't recall being critical, but I remember writing on novels, plays, poetry, and essays. I wrote a few papers, and I was glad to turn them in and to be done with them until I could resubmit for an improved grade.
English was my weakest subject in high school. It wasn't a competitive subject, so I didn't really try as hard.
I never felt the need to read a book outside of school until I was 15. I liked various comic books, but I was never into them like the fan boys you see on  Big Bang Theory. It was mostly in response to collecting the Marvel Universe cards or to the Tim Burton Batman movies. I liked Frank Castle and The Caped Crusader the most for they didn't have superpowers and had a cool costumes. Dolph Lundgren and George Clooney ruined the characters as far as I was concerned.
I ceased following such things until X-Men and Spider-Man came out when I was an adult, but I never bought the books. Collecting was over-rated and over-priced. Like all good things, Marvel movies ruined  themselves with over-hyped titles.
Comic book heroes are different than when i was a kid. Story lines mean nothing. Watching Batman: The Brave and the Bold has introduced me to characters from DC I never knew existed. Seriously, I didn't know there were three different Flashes. Doesn't matter, I guess with them being fantasy, but there's something inherently wrong with George Lucas re-inventing the Star Wars Trilogy by digitally enhancing thus destroying my childhood memories.
I learned in English 273 that Star Wars was technically a Western. As a child, it was simply a story that was cool, but as an adult, I could think of it critically. Over thinking a movie based on nothing is another way to kill one's childhood memories.
When is too young to develop critical thinking?
Regardless of thinking critically or not, I have no interest in seeing The Avengers. I never got into Iron Man, the Hulk, Cap'n America, or Thor, but I wouldn't mind seeing the Marvel Zombies made into a movie.