Superman Returns
Sorry for not keeping up with this blog thing here but it's kind of taken a back seat to all the summer activities. We've got kids in sports camps, pre-school, weddings, parties, looking at new homes & swimming pools (neither of which are likely to happen anytime soon) and the everyday hustle & bustle of life. Trying to collect my thoughts for 20 minutes at a time is more difficult than I realized.
I was initially excited to see the Man from Krypton come zooming back across the movie screen this summer but I think Hollywood has shot itself in the foot with it's new "Superman Returns". You can't go ANYWHERE without seeing a "SR" sign, poster, stand-up cardboard figure or emblem plastered on something...whether it's your cheeseburger, bottle of soda pop, graham crackers or even the expected toys & clothing. To be honest, I'm not all that fond of the new look. Why take a vibrant red, something that's been on every issue of his comic books I've ever owned and turn it into a more maroonish/brown? Why put a string bean like Brandon Routh in the tights instead of some muscle-bound meathead? It's comic book movies, people...and the actors need to be bigger than life, filling up the movie screen at all times.
Funny thing is...even though the movie doesn't open 'til midnight tonight, I saw Superman yesterday come flying out of my closet.
Here he is.
Just look at him, ready to take on the world. Little imp. I'd found his Superman costume in the bottom of our closet yesterday and as soon as I put the cape on him, he instinctively put his arms up in the air, made the "whooshing" sound with his mouth and took off running through the house at break neck speed. He even found time to come back within seconds and plant a super-sonic punch on the old man's midsection. Ooomph.
Take that you dastardly villain you.
I was trapped in my own Fortress of (non)Solitude yesterday as I took on the task of cleaning out our closet. Nay, I should say my wife's close hamper but since my suits also call that place "home" I suppose part of the blame also lies with me. Our master closet is pretty close to a 10' x 10' room with a giant built in armoire. My wife has clothes from 8th grade still hanging off the racks as well as old cheerleading outfits (no Mike, we don't use those on Friday nights...LOL!) and old prom & formal dresses. One of our flaws as a couple is that we have a horrible tendency NOT to unpack after a trip. Suitcases will sit for weeks (or months) with remnants of a spring break excursion still inside.
No, it's not dirty clothes or anything like that. I'm talking swimsuits that were never worn, socks that had never been unfolded and various necklaces, sunscreen and magazines stashed inside our totable Samsonites.
Such was the case yesterday as I delved into a mound of laundry (clean yet not put away) and suticases (see above explanation). I'm still digging out from the rubble but I've made extreme progress and have even been able to vacuum the closet floor. Our kids never knew we had carpet. How sad.
I've already stated what my fee will be for doing this monumental task. I want to try my hand at the much ballyhooed X-Box 360. My wife readily agreed to this barter, to which I realized that by her quick agreeance, I shot way too low for my reward.
Curses.
Maybe if I get things properly aligned, I might sneak our digital camera in there to show you the new side room we've gained, all from just putting things away and being neat. Unfortunately, this is a pattern we've both continued throughout our 10+ years of marriage and unless we find our own personal Alice (minus Sam the butcher) I fear it won't be too long until I'm having to unsheath my sword and do battle yet again with the evil closet dragon.
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