Various things do not really make a post

1. My brother, while we were driving back to the house on Sunday: There's a scary clown behind us.

Me: Yeah, I guess it will rain soon. Again.

Pause.

My brother: CLOWN. SCARY CLOWN.

Me: Well, it's not raining yet.

My brother: CLOWN.

A few confused moments.

My brother: SEE! SCARY CLOWN.

And indeed, to our left was an official Scary Clown, with a white face and green hair and green scarf, on a black and green motorcycle.

I can only assume this was an escapee from some part of Universal Studios who needed to speed home before removing his makeup, or someone who just wanted to ride around on a motorcycle sending the fear of CLOWNS and RAIN into innocent drivers everywhere. We may never know.

(In my defense in the conversation above I was a) kinda exhausted and b) not anticipating clowns of any emotional persuasion whatsoever.)

2. And this sums up exactly why I will not be going to Comic Con any time soon. I'm all about movies. I'm seriously all about superhero movies (chatter about Man of Steel will be forthcoming as soon as that's out on DVD, so I can watch it without getting sick). But even I have my limitations.

Also, interesting discussion of the ongoing sexism in genre.