Valkyrie's Aerie

Superman Gets His Rocks Off

 

 

I love old timey comics—their corniness, their willingness to make the heroes appear as though they are either a) idiots or b) complete and utter jerkwads.

Usually, it’s Superman that comes off as an ass, but this time, it’s Jimmy Olsen trying to make Supes look like a fool.  It appears that, for some reason, Supes is telling the world about the ONE thing that could kill him.  Why?  He’s an idiot.  Yeah, he’s posing with fool’s kryptonite, but still….I sure wouldn’t be supplying the world with information about what could kill me.  Or taking a picture with it, either.

And Jimmy is about to spring a cruel gift upon his friend: the SIXTH form of kryptonite.  (Apparently, that rock is real.)

I’ve read somewhere that different colors of kryptonite do different things to Superman.  Hmm. I wonder what the rainbow kryptonite does to him… Does it make him “festive”?

Curious minds may never know. 

Happy Turkey Day

Today was a good day, full of food and cheer. I didn't eat much pie, but I compensated with lots of nutritious salad.

I DO have a cousin who is remarkably like Ned Flanders, with a wife that could almost be Maude. They even have two sons.

They're nice enough, but strictly Christian, in a slightly condescending way. It bothers me. They are so Christian, they don't consider Catholics to be Christian....and Catholism has been around a lot longer than their Baptist denomination has... (And if Catholics AREN'T Christian, just when did Christianity start? When Luther bolted from the Mother Church?)

(And of course, they believe that in order to be a decent person, you HAVE to be a Christian. Ugh.) But really, other than that little ....theological foible, they are decent folks with sweet, slightly creepy kids.

My parents weren't feeling well. Both of them looked tired and sick. I think they should have stayed home, and if I get the cold/flu, I'm blaming my Dad.

All in all, it was the best Thanksgiving I ever had. It was nice to feel loved and be in the company of family that I am beginning to tolerate again.

Marvel Zombies....Treat at the end

Funny Story ~or~ Bonehead of the Day Award

Monday morning, I drug myself out of bed.  It took all the consciousness I had to run a brush through the curly tangle that is my hair.  I ambled sluggishly through the house in a half-way triumphant struggle to get prepared for work.  The only reason I’m even half-way successful is because I got mostly ready on that Sunday evening.

I moved like a zombie out to the car, groaning all the while.  Gnnnngh.  Gnnnnng!  I definitely did not want to move my sweet ass anywhere, least of all to where I earn my keep.  I like my job and am grateful I have it, 

I don’t remember my bus ride, as I think I slept on the way.  It is possible for me to do, as the people who ride the shuttle are not homicidal maniacs. (As far as I know.)  They are all nice people, and I see most of them day after day and talk to them too.  Well, not on Monday because I was snoozing, but you get the idea.

I trudge into work and do my thing for about an hour and a half.  As I was going to get something, I noticed that my name is on the Not In list on my unit’s board.  I go to my supervisor and asked about it.  We consulted the vacation calendar and it turns out…

That I have all this week off.

I went in to work on Monday needlessly.

Five "Cougar" Songs

Five Great Cougar Songs

(As promised!)

They are also in no particular order. I'm not playing favorites! :)

1. Stacy's Mom (Has Got It Going On) by Fountains of Wayne.

2. Mrs. Robinson by Simon and Garfunkel. Ok, so it was used in The Graduate where the young man hooks up with his love interest's mother.

3. Maggie by Rod Stewart. A young man, led away from his home and friends, to grace a cougar's bed and to save her from loneliness. Meow!

4. All I Want To Do Is Make Love To You by Heart. Some lonely chick picks up a young man and...well..."plants" a seed with him. I am that lonely chick! So watch out, younger men! Someone is on the prowl!

5. I'm Hot For Teacher by Van Halen. So it isn't about a cougar, maybe, but it's pretty close It could work, being a little open for interpretation.

Posts around here have been few and far between, I know. I have scratched out a couple ideas for blog posts, but either a) lost the paper or b) forgot about it.

I have one coming up called 5 Great "Cougar" Songs...that's just a tease!

Homeless--Replay Buffet

(Fake interviews. Trying to address the issue creatively.)

Me: I’m here in downtown [somewhere out on the West Coast]. We have a problem with hunger and homelessness here and I’m going to ask a few people what caused it.

Me: I’ve got three people here and I’d like to ask them: What led you to this point in your life?

Man 1: I grew up normal but when I was in my late teens, I started hearing voices. I started not knowing reality from what was in my head. I became confused. I ran away and eventually got involved in a mental health outreach program who set me up with some professional help and meds. I couldn’t cope even with medication, because all I was able to do was sleep. And believe me, SSI isn’t enough to live on.

One question I’d like to ask religious folk: Why would a higher power create an unperfect mind?

Man 2: I served in the Gulf war. I loved, still love, my country. But I have problems. I wake up at night, screaming. I remember the men I was ordered to kill. I remember the look in their eyes. They wanted to live, that look was seared into me, but it was either them or me.

It scared my wife so she took the kids and split. She got everything. I’m tough: I’ll survive it. I just worry about my son and daughter growing up without me.

Things got difficult and I turned to booze for comfort. Got sloppy, got fired.

Now, I’m trying to get my life back on track. The Vet’s Admin say they’re going to help me, but we’ll see.

Lady: My husband and I were married and had two children before he was diagnosed with a rare type of bone cancer. Even with health insurance, we were still 120 thousand in the red. We used every last cent to keep him alive.

(pauses)

He died despite the best efforts of the medical staff and there was a lien put on the house. I had no marketable skills, no way to get a good job, so eventually I lost it.

I’ll be fine. My children and I got a place in a family shelter. They’re going to help me get the job skills I need and they will assist us in getting an apartment. We’ll make it. I know we will.

I can do better

Than to wait for Mr. Right

To come sweeping down from his castle

and show me a life full of riches

I can do better

than to stay at home

Playing World of Warcraft all the time

to ease both boredom and lonelinesss

　

Yeah, I'm doing OK, but I think I'm going to have to turn my car back to the finance company. I just can't afford the payments. Or the maintenance. Or the insurance. Not all of them at once anyhow. I do need a vehicle, but I'll probably save up and get something just to run around town in.

I need the money for incidentals such as paying bills and food. Oh, and medicine.

Pet Peeves

Pet Peeve:

Pedestrians that break the law by just walking out in front of my car when I have the right of way. Good thing they don't live in NYC, or they'd have been run over.

Pet Peeve:

People that bend my paperback books spine so that the front and back covers meet.

Pet Peeve:

People that give away the endings of novels or movies I haven't seen yet.

Pet Peeve:

Indeciveness

Me: Where do you want to go for dinner?

You: UH...I don't know.

Me: Red Robin?

You: I dunno.

Me: Old Spaghetti Factory?

You: I dunno
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Me: Izzy's? (A Pizza and Salad Bar Buffet)

You: I dunno. You decide.

Me: (Silently go ARRRRRGHHHHH!!!!!) Ok. We're going to my mother's for dinner.

You: NOOOOOO!!!! Let's go to Izzy's.

Superman. A man among men. I'm not positive the homo-eroticism was intended in this picture, but boy! Is it there or what? (I am certain, however, there were many repressed gay men back in the early 50's.) I further suppose that a few of them worked for the comic book companies. There is just something about guys-on-guy action that piques my fascination. :)

The more I read of the older comics, the more I am forced to believe that a lot of the writers tried to hide their own sexual leanings--straight, kinky or otherwise-- in their plots. Reed Richards was not good to his woman, or any person with perky boobs for that matter. Jean Grey hung onto Scott's arm... Golden age Lois Lane generally schemed and connived in many a comic to "marry" Superman...(Run, Clark, RUN!!!) Of course, Superman was often a dick to his friends. At least according to this site.

There was generally quite a bit of sexist commentary thrown into mix. Women ONLY wanted to get married and crap out babies. Or wanted new wardrobes. Men? Yeah, they were shown in a bad light too, if I'm being fair. (I do try to be, on occasion.) Reed definitely was a bit on the misogynist side.

Crap. Gotta cut this short before I ramble on!