Won't go into it, spoilers and all, I will just miss it. 
I really liked Oswald Cobblepot (Robin Lord Taylor portrayal of Penguin was brilliant), and Edward Nygma (Cory Michael Smith, was likewise brilliant as Riddler, and I absolutely loved his suit! Tasteful, even with the latter addition of the question marks). And of course I have adored Sean Pertwee (as Alfred Pennyworth, whom I am sure Batman was influenced by the voice....gravely 'I'm Batman'), since seeing him in 'Dog Soldiers' and 'Event Horizon'.

​Oswald and Ed played so well off one another. In fact, I think they should do a spin-off with the two of them called 'The Odder Couple'. :)
Gotham was an underrated series imho. 
That's all. For now. 

Follow Up on yesterday's comment:

I find the following an intriguing design: In fact, ideas for designs are limitless. Like Space. Or is it??? I've seen many signs that state 'Space is limited'.....

And don't forget those pets! (Not sure about fish. *Picturing little fish with foil hats* :)

^Both of the above can be found at Archie McPhee^
(Not Weird Al)

Anyway, are EMFs (and mind control) a threat? Who knows. The information (as always) is conflicted. So here are some articles that you may or may not find interesting.....

The nativity figures are ones my grams gave me. It was just old odd pieces she thought I could do something with. Yes, there are two Josephs. I leave it to you to suss out why. The rabbit is an old chalkware piece, thought it would fit as an alternate wise man/magi. Repurposed rather than discarded. No, before you ask, I do not have a hoarding problem. At least not a disorganized one :) I am a Virgo, afterall. 

About the dyed eggs.
Yes, the one in the back says 'poop'.
It has the waxed drawing of a smiley poop on the back.
It is brown-ish.
It has become a custom to dip the last egg in every colour to see how atrocious a shade can be achieved. My stepdad started it actually by mistake, when trying to make a two-toned egg half dark pink that slipped out of the wire dipper into the green dye. Everyone said eww at the now brown and green egg.
A tradition was born.

This year I did not get around to making onion skin eggs, which are purposefully mottled brown (tea coloured) with whatever colour dye you decide to add (if so desired.) They look sort of mosaic. It is a German ancestral tradition. You wrap the uncooked/raw whole egg in onion skins, then bind them to the egg with cheesecloth or strips of cotton fabric, tying it to with thread, then boil them in water with a bit of vinegar. Adding a colour dye is up to you, yellow makes for pretty eggs, as does pink dye.
I've also made pisanki (wax resist) eggs (which are done with the same principle as batik), as well as making Pennsylvania Dutch scratched eggs, onion died (not bound as in the above, just loose onion skins), then scratch in a design with exacto knife or large sharp needle, or you can do kind of a reversed stencil silhouette eggs.
Makes the holiday fun and creative.
We've also had Easter parties doing the above, and searching for plastic 'fortune eggs' indoors with funny fortunes I've written along with a piece of candy. 
I love parties and celebrations! :)

Thoughts on the word gravitas:
When I initially learned of the word, in jest, I asked he who (shall not be named *makes magical protection symbol with hand*) first uttered it if it was french for gravy.
Later, after giving it further thought (and little research...actually no research), I abstractly pondered gravitas as being some technical scientific term used for either pluralizing gravity, or it meant negative gravity.
Well, something to do with gravity.
Like maybe turning off the switch hidden in a cave somewhere deep inside the earth (probably by those Mayans who fled with their crystal skulls and went there to live after the Spaniards arrived) that controls Earth's magnetic field thus safeguarding us from floating off into space.
After all, the only thing holding us to the ground are the metals (iron and such) in our bodies and the Earth’s magnetism, isn’t it?
Maybe it’s their secret word, gravitas, in Mayan?
(They are aliens, or at least had something to do with aliens.
Steven Spielberg knows of this.
He seems to know an awful lot about aliens. Should we be suspicious?)

Anyway, thanks to the aforementioned fellow whom first speak-ed...spak-ed...said it, I not only learned a new word, (which, btw, is defined as 'dignity, seriousness, or solemnity of manner'), I realized I am actually the reverse. Sativarg. Sounds Swedish.

Even more thoughts on the 'orb', for lack of a better description, I used to see:
Brief explanation (for those who have not read of it elsewhere here), I used to see this glowing orb about the size of a basketball. It was a swirly, iridescent sphere. Two people I mentioned it to, said it was someone from the 'other side' (ie, spirit) trying to get in touch with me. Yup, scared me (when previously it did not) and after that it eventually ceased to appear.
Anyhow, after thinking more about it, I wondered if it was actually me projecting energy, and perhaps I will write something about it.
Maybe it's what I'm meant to do. Its purpose.
Like create a comic, 'The Girl Who Creates Wormholes'. Her name could be, Rose N. Bridge, with a cat named Einstein. Geddit? :)
Or perhaps the orb is my projected self, a twin soul, or something from 
another dimension. The last is a bit unnerving, as was the 'someone from the other side' comments.
As I've mentioned here numerous times, I think our energy, everything's energy, just moves on when its host matter is no longer useful or has learnt what it was meant to in that form. 
​It is like an entity unto itself. 
Or something.

Minor musing upon watching the old 'Lone Ranger' telly series on MEtv:
The masked man is like the old west version of Batman. His sidekick, Tonto, a native american Robin.
They could do a modernized Canadian version called the 'Lone Forest Ranger and his sidekick Toronto'. Protector of the environment. :)

Whilst watching the telly series 'Kinghtfall' (it's about the Knights Templar):
I wondered if they ever missed returning their sword to scabbard and literally castrated themselves? Maybe that is how eunuchs first came to be.

​This is but a few. It is how my mind works. I have plenty more that I may share at a later date.

You knew it was inevitable. Yeah, I'm a treehugger. Some of us have to be.
K, so I don't really hug them per se, I do pat and speak to them.
Sadly it seems plants are more attune to the Earth than we, with such advanced *cough* brains/intelligence, are.
Anyways.
Earth day.
If you visit here it's quite obvious how I feel. Everyday should be earth day. Look at all the diverse life it supports. We do not know, as yet, if there are any other planets that has such. I'm sure others harbour some type of life, even if microscopic. Yes, microscopic life, too. We, ourselves (as well as other life, terra and aquatic, are like microplanets supporting life, symbiotic bacteria, for instance, and perhaps the not so beneficial parasites, as well.
I could ramble on, but if you're reading this, you know. We are not naive (remember that bigger brain/intelligence I mentioned earlier?), we just intentionally blind ourselves to what is happening. Global warming, pollution, dwindling resources, overpopulation, etc. I truly hope some of the babies being born will have the answers. Will be wiser than their parents adding yet another carbon footprint. Teach your children respect. Not just for one another, but for the planet and all its inhabitants, animal, plant, all.
There's nothing more to say, other than we should be happy the Earth is either an extremely patient (which it is) parent, or has just given up. It could, and has, wreaked havoc, maybe more so as a message like 'you shouldn't really build your houses and cities here, what did you expect?' I think it realizes innocents  pay the price as well, though. 

A good place to start would be cleaning up the oceans which, as far as we know, was the amniotic fluid from whence all life began.

I'm done now. 
​*deep sigh*

If you are easily religiously offended, please do not read further. It is meant in humour and by no means is meant to intentionally aggrieve.
That being said-
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Once, in a universe far far away.....wait, no, that's not it. Let me begin again...well, maybe it was in a universe far far away, who knows how these things start.....

So, what does the Easter Bunny have to do with this second most holiest of Christian days you might ask? Well, I am going to tell you.
He was there at the miraculous birth. When the oh so Wise men brought Doctor Frankenstein (I spose to assist with the birth. [He also resurrected, but that's another story altogether]), gold and myrrh<(which, from what I've been told, was used in the preservation of the dead....um, yeah, like that wasn't foreboding), and the bunny, actually a hare, brought, what he knew would please a newborn, brightly coloured eggs in a basket (to make a mobile over the manger, of course) ...and candy.​
​*I think it was more of a guilt offering.
Anyways, that is a little known obscure biblical fact.
I think it was in the almost lost book of canonical accounts, the book known as the Agnosticalgospel...us, yes, Agnosticalgospelus.
'And so it is written, he be called the *Prophet Peter Rabbi't of  Arnebethaka, the Unknown Apostle.'
He is represented as the hare/rabbit you see in so many illuminated manuscripts. I have yet to discover why.
You do know Jesus and his Apostles were Jewish, right?
I think their aim was to reform some of laws/commandments, for there were many, 613 give or take. That's a holy lot of thou shalt nots!
(Off note, here's a tidbit concerning the proverbial idiom 'Waiter, there's a hare in my soup, take it away.'
In truth (or not) It was an ancient Arabic mistranslation, the hare at that time, being considered (erroneously) a cud chewer, thus unclean to consume by *Mosaic law. (*Bits and pieces gathered together and made into the aforesaid laws/commandments. Which is where the word mosaic actually comes from, Moses. I think. [actually, I really don't know, just made that up right now, so :P ]).......
And so be it. The true story of Easter Rabbi't. Aman, er Amen.

^True representation of the birth^

^Actual preserved eggs Prophet Peter Rabbi't of  Arnebethaka brought as gifts to Baby Jesus^

All blasphemy aside, I wish everyone a very Happy Easter if you celebrate, if not a Happy Sunday!

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An expalanation of nativity and eggs will follow, for now make up your own story about them. Maybe make it a tradition.

Was all this in poor taste? Of course it was, but if it brought a chuckle to some, I am pleased. 
And  yes, there are plotholes, I do so on purpose for you, the reader, to fill in. 
​Be safe and have a good one!

Thoughts on yesterday...
​(aka, another ramble, but nonetheless sincere)

If I could have a super power, I'd want to be able to undo damage caused by humans to the environment.
Like how Magneto can control metal, I could control plastic and transform it into a beneficial biodegradable.
I could draw all plastic from the ocean and waterways, convert it into a natural, say, fertilizer that would encourage growth, or rearrange/tweak the atoms into some form of a healthy food source(?).

Once the waters were cleaned up, I'd work on cleaning up air pollution, like take deep breaths, filter it in my body and release it cleaned.
Actually, if I can remove other pollutants, algae and plantlife would help with that.
Yep, that is what I would want as a superpower.
No more wanting to control a person's bowel so as to make arrogant, rude, egotistical people noisily (and smellily) poop themselves at inopportune moments in public. Not in a vengeful way, just to bring them down a notch or two.
I do not believe in vengeance. It's just a continuity of hurtfulness,imo.
Well, maybe I'd just do that once in awhile to a few I can think of offhand *coughtrumpcough* and some others.
*imagining and grinning* :D

So what would my superhero name be? Haven't thought about that yet. 
I guess it would be the ability to manipulate matter at a subatomic level, like Doctor Manhattan. (Heh, manipulate, man nip you late?)
Anyways, I'd want to do it invisibly. No fanfare. Remain unknown.
Knowing I was helping would be my reward.
​Seeing the earth and ALL its inhabitants healthy and flourishing.

It's like I empathize with the earth's pain, and there's little I can do to ease it.
It is trying to tell us, but we fail to hear, see or sense it. We just go about our daily lives, oblivious.
Even when I'm happy, there is always an underlying sadness. Not for myself. 

​So I pat a tree, and lie to it that everything will be fine, then I look down at the earth beneath my feet, say I'm sorry, and stifle back tears.

Now back to a spurious oblivion...

*deep sigh*

This is pretty much spot on.
I do try to fix things in general, least I want to, like repair the damage humankind has done to the earth and it's nonhuman inhabitants, instill unconditional compassion and thoughtfulness, teach all to think for themselves and not to blindly follow without question or knowing all sides. Stuff like that.
Realize our connection to everything, our oneness with the universe but also our individuality, everyone has something to contribute.
And if you must judge, do so the person themselves by their actions and behavior towards others, which should have nothing to do with their race, gender, life choices, religion/beliefs, etc. 
It upsets me when I can't help in any major way. I haven't any power, nor am I influential.

I like showing little daily creative gestures. little unexpected surprises, special meals, massages, some fun costumes and role play. Like have him come home to a costumed themed meal just for them, or pitch a tent in the back yard and spend the night telling scary stories, toasting marshmallows and looking at the stars together.
Giving small thoughtful gifts, homemade or purchased.
I would enjoy doing these things as much as I'd hope he would. 
I think it is much more romantic than doing huge, costly things just for show.
And yes, letting him put his toothbrush next to mine is a big deal, accepting another's, ugh, germs.
What goes on under the sheets should be just as creative.
Keep it exciting and fresh.

The overthinking part is a problem with me. I want to always know the reasons for everything, if it has purpose. The whys and wherefores. I know I overdo it.
I know sometimes a cigar is just a cigar...but why? 
I want to know everything.

​It sums me up quite well.