There's also "hammerspace", as in the place where all the girls in anime store those giant mallets they occasionally whip out of nowhere to hit people with.
Halloween night, freshman year of college, I decided that if I was going to be lonely and friendless and depressed I might as well do it at the school-sponsored dorm party, where I could at least be lonely and friendless and depressed with free popcorn. While standing in line for the free popcorn, I had a mutual "I *know* I recognize your costume. What are you?" moment with the boy in front of me. I was the Black Canary, he was something to do with the Umbrella Corporation, I was absorbed Borg-style into the group he was there with and happily talked geek talk for the rest of the night; bravery and fishnet stockings got me my first friends in a new city, at a time when I'd been about to give myself up as unsocializable. (Also a boyfriend, which was temporary but enjoyable, and a roommate, which lasted a lot longer.)
I distinctly recall it going
"Jingle Bells, Batman smells,
Robin laid an egg,
The Batmobile lost a wheel,
And Joker learned ballet."
Which doesn't, come to look at it again, make a whole lot of *sense*. I wonder if somebody along the line mondegreened "the Joker got away"?
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