Sunday, October 03, 2004

Weekend ponderings, in no particular order

Don't you want somebody to burn?
We all need somebody to burn.
I just want somebody to burn.

The more I think about it, the more certain I become that all we can truly know is ourselves, and even that's a stretch sometimes.

Just got out of a Smallville marathon. Call me a comic book geek, but I don't like it when someone takes 'artistic license' with a perfectly good story and bunch of characters and turns it all upside down for you. At least some elements of the story are still faithful to the original tale. I'll just content myself with that while waiting to download season three. It's sad how utterly TV used to rule my life. Much like someone else's once-waning, now back in full blast passion for U2, my once obsession with watching every episode of every season of my few favorite shows is back in full swing. Most people don't get the fascination with Superman. He's too perfect, they say, too indestructible, not enough like a regular Joe. That's just the point. He isn't a regular Joe, he's an alien. The Kill Bill speech had it right. Clark Kent is the fake identity, superman is who he is. I guess I just completely relate to the whole having to tone yourself down to fit in, to not stand out theme that dominates the life of superman. *warning - geek mode activated* Plus, no he isn’t indestructible. Just ask Doomsday.

Misha at Sunday, October 03, 2004

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