Friday, August 26, 2005

Superman

"Superman" was on TV last night. Not sure what channel. It's awful and slow and hokey. And it takes about 30 minutes to forget about Christopher Reeve paralyzed and dying and the undeniable irony of it all. (Not that he was Superman. I know he was acting.)

So at the end when he started spinning the earth backwards I couldn't help feeling like that just wasn't fair. Superman or not, he shouldn't get to undo his mistakes like that. It's his own fault he waited too long to get to Lois, and he doesn't deserve to have her back simply because he came from another planet and saved a lot of people besides her. I don't get to unsay things I wish I hadn't said, or spin back the cat i ran over in my driveway, or un-buy the $200 boots I never wear, let alone spin myself back to my grandmother's side when she was dying or my mother's when she had cancer (she beat it).

And then after all that, Lois doesn't even get a kiss. So Superman goes on guilt free, knowing full well the sensation of his lips on Lois's, and she goes on ranting and complaining, longing for his touch.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

home sweet home

My 10th Street apartment in NYC is breezier than my Bethesda bungalow. There's no breeze in my bedroom there.
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