Some people would look at my shirt and then stare directly into my eyes for a few seconds trying to quickly judge me before they got into the Cinnabon line. Other people would notice the shirt; stare at me, but when I would try to make eye contact they would quickly look away. Much like you will do when pulling up to a stop light. You and the person in the car next to you happen to glance at each other at the exact same time and then quickly look away as if it never happened.

The brave ones would engage me in conversation. The first was the man checking my bag at the Delta counter.

“That’s a weird shirt. Where did you get that?”, he asked.

“On the internet, where most weird things come from”, I responded.

“Ahh, I see. Well it’s interesting. Now only if Joker could fix our economy”, he commented.

How the hell was I supposed to respond to that?

“I’d imagine if the Joker were to fix our economy he would probably do it as a social experiment. Setting bombs off around different US cities in succession. He would try to shut down communication, the internet, phone lines, media, everything so that we as a society would be reduced to panic and chaos. We would have to fend for ourselves. Only after we truly learn who we are as a person can we rebuild as a society. Or maybe he just wants to be the director of such a chaotic event for his personal enjoyment. I’m no expert, I just like Batman.” I said.

The agent at the counter had quickly gone pale standing there with his mouth open.

“Sir, would you come with us?”, the security agents said to me from behind.

No, I didn’t say that. I just stood there and smiled after the ticket agent had sparked my imagination into a flurry of thoughts on what the world would be like if the Joker was our President of Chaos.

Before I had gotten to the security checkpoint I had caught about 50 people staring at my shirt. I had become addicted to people’s reactions to my shirt. A shirt. A simple t-shirt. The Obama picture the shirt the design was copied from has become quite iconic in the last year and a half. Extremely recognizable. Hope. Change. Joke.

As I stood before the metal detectors, waiting for the woman to wave me through I noticed she was also staring at my shirt. She quickly became shifty eyed. Raising her walkie talkie up to her mouth. I couldn’t quite make out the words she was saying, but it was reminiscent of the guards from Half Life 2. She would look left, look back at my shirt, look at my face, then look back left. All while communicating over radio chatter. She was probably speaking with TSA headquarters asking for a quick background check on the “suspicious looking character wearing a Joker shirt”. She waved me through and looked me in the eye. With a smile she said “That’s a great shirt”, she said with a jovial tone.

After collecting my things from the end of the xray detector area, another TSA agent approached me.

“I’ve seen those shirts. The ones with Obama’s face painted like the Joker. The Socialism ones”, he said.

I quickly put together that he had been mistaken, he was thinking of this image.

“Umm, this is The Joker. You know Heath Ledger? The dead guy. As in not our President”, I corrected. I couldn’t let him sit there and think that I was making some political comment on the state of our nation.

“Oh”, he said. “Yea, I just thought you meant…”. He was trying to finish his sentence but I didn’t let him.

“Nope, I just wear this shirt because I’m a giant nerd who likes Batman”.

“Oh, cool”, he replied in a somewhat quizzical manner with his Boston accent.

Cool indeed Sir. Cool indeed. I’m going to wear this Joker shirt every time I’m at the airport. I’ll capture people’s reactions. I’ll document them. This will be my social experiment. I just took people watching to a whole new level. Instead of standard people watching, I’ll be watching the people who are people watching. Dance puppets, dance.

The idea is basically capture the flag, only instead of a flag you have a fat princess. You can make the princess tubbier by feeding her cake. The more you feed her, the heavier she gets and the harder it is to run her back to your base. Simple, yet slightly genius. Although the game was plagued with networking problems when it was first released, it’s smooth sailing now and doesn’t take much time at all to jump into a game.

At $15, Fat Princess it’s well worth it. While the number of titles that are released on the PSN is fewer than on Live, I feel like that each title on the PSN has a higher overall quality. I hope that both Sony and developers look at games like Fat Princess, Trash Panic and Trine and realize that there is a strong market for good quality PSN games.

In a summer filled with crap like Transformers 2 and GI Joe, it’s nice to see a movie that appeals to emotion. 500 Days of Summer wasn’t directed by Michael Bay so don’t expect any explosions or slow motion cameras. It’s just a well written love story that really isn’t a love story at all. An amazing soundtrack doesn’t hurt the movie either. Anyways, I possibly can’t say enough good things about the movie, so go see it. I promise you won’t be disappointed. Also after you see the movie check out their version of Sid and Nancy right here.

At first glance, inFamous looks nothing more than a basic open world game that has the main character (Cole) shooting lightning bolts from his arm (not his arse, although that should be in the sequel). After about a half hour into the game you start to realize that the game is more than Grand Theft Auto with lightning. From there the game builds on itself exponentially. Cole is given different moves all revolving around electricity, but not once do you feel like Sucker Punch has used the electricity theme to exhaustion. Each move you’re rewarded with feels new and fresh. I never got sick of sticking a lightning grenade to an enemy and watching him run away only to be blown 15 feet across the street into a light pole.

Getting around in inFamous is easy and quick. Climbing throughout the city overshadows the Assassin’s Creed wall climbing mechanic. The time between each climb animation feels much quicker then those in Assassin’s Creed. However, after seeing some videos of Prototype I wish that in later portions of the game I was given some type of wall run so I could quickly run up the side of a building, but maybe I am just jealous. Sliding along telephone wires and train tracks allows Cole to quickly move from one side of the city to another. Thank you Sucker Punch for not making me have to steal a car and drive from one side of Liberty Empire City.

The games moral choices aren’t like that of Fable II. The game basically pauses to ask you if you want to either do something good or something evil. If you do something good, you’re given good karma and vice versa for evil. The moral choices don’t have a ton of impact with the city’s inhabitants but you are granted different moves depending on if you go good or evil. I will say that after completing the game as a good character, I can’t wait to go back and play it as evil to unlock moves such as Arc Lightning. Doesn’t that sound badass? Arc Lightning. Yea, yea it does.

The best thing that inFamous does is that it toys with you. Just when you think the game is getting a bit stale they give you something completely awesome to keep your interest. It’s like a roller coaster ride, only it’s not a roller coaster ride… it’s video game, so maybe that was a bad simile. Shut up, you get the idea. Anyways, the game keeps doing this with you until the very last cut scene and I enjoyed every minute of it. There are a ton of other great things about inFamous, which is why you should go buy it right now. If you buy it, then Sucker Punch will make a sequel, which in turn makes me happy. So if you don’t buy it for you, buy it for me.