I’ll take a tattoo of a Captain America’s shield – just for a week…

Cap & his shield...The questions to this plink are as follows: If I could get any tattoo for just a week, what would it be? Where would it be? Would you consider getting it permanently?

It’s a good question. And I’m happy with my answer.

It’s funny this is brought up, mostly because I thought about a tattoo no less than half an hour ago. Fact is, I’d never get one. Not that I have ANY problem with those who do, I just have no desire to do so. At all.

However, if I HAD to get a tattoo for just a week (or permanently), I’d get a very small replica of Captain America’s shield, similar to the one in the (should have been) included image. Captain America has always been a long-standing hero of mine and the shield symbolizes so much more (both personally and pop culturally) than so many options I could choose to slap on my body.

As to where I’d place it…that’s a good question. I’d probably want to go with one of my pectoral muscles. That way, I wouldn’t see it all the time or all day, but when I did see it, I’d stop and think about why it’s there.

In my head and my heart (and the heads and hearts of many others), Captain America’s shield is a sign of strength, courage, bravery, pride, and a true adoration for this country and what those before us have have done to fight for our freedom.

It’s powerful. And all of that symbolism can be encapsulated in one small, striped shield with a star in the middle.

That’s what I’d go with.

Via Plinky: What I just found in my backyard that I’m so excited about…(though ‘tis only a dream…)

My latest plink on a prompt that took me about 1.2 seconds to answer and needed no revisions whatsoever. My happiness and joy in its purest form, with no hesitation.

Marvel comic books. Old ones. From the 60s and 70s. A whole stash of them, buried in some kids 7th grade time capsule and clearly long-since forgotten. It’s filled with various copies of early Spider-Man, Fantastic Four, and Avengers comics from a time when comics were pure and characters were being shaped and molded into the eternally-living icons they have now become. Heroes at a time when the world needed heroes, and humans at a time when heroes needed a touch of humanity. The wonder and awe of my childhood wrapped into the yellowing pages of modern mythology.

They may not be metal themselves, but I’m glad that kid left them in a metal container. Good work, little metal detector…

'Dante's Inferno' wasn't an easy read (but it was an awesome read)…

This Plink is one I found hard to answer. I typically enjoy thoroughly every book I want to read, so I had to think back a little ways. I read this freshman year and, though I understood it, it took more work than most of my reading took…

Reading the first cantica of Dante’s Divine Comedy was difficult simply due to the extensive number of references Dante makes to the events of his time period. Although footnotes and other elements helped explain the backstory for many components, it was a tedious process to constantly decipher the significance of each line.

That said, it was absolutely worth reading. The general concept of the book itself is a somewhat mind-boggling one. To think that back in the 1300s, Dante had literally illustrated (literally as in…illustrated using words) the various levels of hell and why people ended up in their respective places of punishment is fascinating. The language is beautiful at times, terrifying at others, and is just an unbelievable concept (inserting himself as a character and not using a first-person narrative style of writing and journeying with the famous poet Virgil through the Gates of Hell).

Again…hard to read, but totally worth reading.

Which book did you find difficult to read?

Latest Plink: Why ‘Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull’ was kind of a letdown…

Here’s my latest Plink. It’s on a topic I don’t frequently discuss/judge/critique, but I wanted to answer the question. If you disagree, let me know. I’d love to chat about it. Leave me a comment or hit me up on Twitter at @mikebilleter. Anyway, here’s the “movie that disappointed me”…

I’d come to expect a lot from the Indiana Jones series. The originals were some of the first “adult-themed” movies that my parents let me watch as a kid, so I’ve always had fond memories of borrowing my dad’s VHS tapes and watching the movies over and over. The airplane propeller scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark is forever ingrained in my memory.

I also loved the Temple of Doom (even though many people don’t) because it just ended up being the one I watched the most. Monkey brains, voodoo dolls, fire pits…it was as intense as any 8 year old could handle. I loved that.

Then when I heard they were making a new one, I was skeptical but excited. I’m by no means a film snob, so if there’s action and some humor and some fun, it’s hard for me not to be happy with it. Coming from a comic book nerd, you take your lumps as far as “bad movies” (Daredevil…which I didn’t even hate, but lots of people did) and “good movies” (Iron Man, Incredible Hulk) go. I’ve come to expect that sense of needing to suspend belief so that, even if the movie is fantastical and unrealistic in the grand scheme of things, it can still be enjoyable.

But…watching guinea pig-sized ants and Caddyshack-esque gophers communicate like characters from a Disney/Pixar film and watching Indiana Jones survive a nuclear blast after being launched through the air at breakneck speeds in a 1950s REFRIGERATOR was just too much for me to handle.

I’m aware that voodoo dolls and arks full of demonic spirits that melt Nazi’s faces off are by no means realistic, but at least the old films had the benefit of my childhood awe and mystification to help make them fun.

This one just seemed forced and paled in comparison to my hopeful expectations. I can only suspend disbelief so much (I mean…I actually enjoyed “Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer”), but this one just pushed me too far in the off-put direction.

So, I’m certainly no film critic, but that’s my response to this Plinky prompt. Sorry George Lucas and Steven Spielberg…I’m sure you’re both crushed. I would be too.

I’ll read ‘The Catcher In The Rye’ one day (I swear…seriously…I will…)

It hurts my heart to even say this…but it’s true…sad, but true…

It almost makes me angry that I haven’t gotten around to reading it. I’ve read (and loved) tons of “classic” works of literature (1984, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Lord of the Flies, The Great Gatsby, and many, many more), yet I still haven’t been able to pick up The Catcher in the Rye. There is no reason other than the fact that, when I’m deciding which book I want to read next, it doesn’t come to mind. The only time I think about it is when I hear its title while I’m in the middle of another book. I don’t know how this phenomenon occurs, but I certainly hope it’s over soon. Because I need to read this book.

Requirement #1 for a good day: Waking up

Here’s a list of my requirements for a good day. It’s short and sweet and awesome.

Waking up
That’s all it takes. After I wake up, I have it within myself to make the rest of it a good day or not. I typically choose to do that. Make it a good day, that is. I don’t exactly choose to wake up.

(Optional) Listen to music
My iPod is basically a prosthetic limb in regard to my attachment to it, as far as I’m concerned. It’s full of beautiful, beautiful songs and sounds for me to enjoy, so 99% of the time, just turning it on and hitting play is enough to put me in the right place for the rest of the day. While it’s not *essential* to my happiness during a day, it certainly doesn’t do anything to make my day any worse.

'Summertime' isn't just on my summertime soundtrack…it IS my summertime soundtrack…

Here’s a long-overdue Plink on my summertime soundtrack. While I’d typically have a good 18 or so songs on any seasonal soundtrack I’d create, Plinky has limited it to 3. However, I have faith that these 3 songs are stellar picks, so I hope you check them out…

Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince

Flat-out, I firmly believe this is the greatest summer song ever created. From the music itself, which sounds like summer should sound, to the Fresh Prince’s seemingly-timeless lyrics that feel like summer nostalgia in all the right ways, it dances across my ears and fills me with summery feelings every time it’s on my radio.

Sleepyhead by Passion Pit

It’s upbeat, it’s exciting, and it’s unique. Pretty much perfect for kicking off a summer gathering with a fun sound that’s hard not to like.

Chillin’ by Wale

It’s got a stellar beat that thumps across with a serious sound that still makes you want to smile and nod your head along with the song. Wale’s lyrics are fun and energetic (“Til I got a buzz like that playa Chris Mullin”…love it) and his flow and rhythm compliment the track nicely.