This morning, just before my alarm went off, I was dreaming that I was somehow involved with Batman, who was recovering from a terribly serious injury. Hmmmm... Let's ponder the connections between the cimematic version of Batman and Robb.
Custom-fitted body armor -- check
Brooding, romantic super hero -- hmmmm....
The Mask -- we often joke that Mister Firdusi looks like a little kid in a Batman costume, whose mask has slipped
Cape -- Robb hasn't been wearing a cape lately, but we've been watching the Lord of the Rings movies, and the hobbits do wear capes. Robb's feet are looking oddly hobbit-like these days.
Utility Belt -- anyone who knows Robb well knows he fashions all sorts of custom made tools
Lives in a Cave -- I'm not really keeping up with the housework, but it isn't that bad, either
Butler, Mansion, Snazzy Vehicles -- alas, no
Involved with a mentally unhinged woman with too many cats -- no comment
I was pondering all of this, when Robb rolled over and said, "I dreamt that I went with my family to a catholic mass that had an Andy Warhol theme, and my parents enthusiastically dug out all these boxes of products marketed under the Andy Warhol label, and we all wore our psychedelic nineteen-sixties coats to the mass."
(And doesn't this image make you love the internet? Type and Batman and Andy Warhol into a search engine, and you'll be handsomely rewarded.)