The Trouble With Supermen

Darkness reigns over the city. I laugh, enjoying the beautiful cruelty of my own creation. Suddenly, a man flies in, and he's dressed in the most garish outfit I have ever seen. Honestly, what sort of a man wears tights? He grabs me, flies away and then drops me down on a rooftop about two miles away. The indignity! "You'll be safe here, Miss," he says. Safe? I was in no danger from my creation. I turn around and slap him.

"Listen up and listen good. I don't know who you are, and I don't care. How dare you interrupt me?!"

"But you were in danger. And, as I am a Superhero, it is my job to save anyone in danger; besides, saving someone so cute is a great perk."

A hero, great. That's the last thing I need, to have some idiot bumbling around, trying to spoil my plans for destruction. The city would be mine! Wait; did he just hit on me? So much like a man. Now, there has got to be a way to use this to my advantage. "A superhero, hmm? I don't believe in them."

"What? How can you not believe in Superheroes? Of course they exist!"

"No, no, I don't believe they do. And therefore, you cannot be a superhero, sorry. You must be suffering from delusions of grandeur, you poor thing. Now, go back to the hospital and get out of that costume." He's sputtering, the poor idiot. My plan is working. Now for the final blow. "You don't exist. Get away from me." He takes one last look at the chaotic city and slowly, slowly flies away. Hah! Take that, asshole! Now then, where was I? Oh yes; now I remember. Darkness, my darkness shall reign in this city for as long as I have breath.

Batman vs. Ironman

Words cannot explain how incredibly awesome this is.



Is there room enough this summer for two billionaire playboy superheroes with gadgets, women, a sidekick, and a loyal butler? Hell yes.

Duh, Duh, duh-duh-duh! (Iron Man, ramblings and review)

Happy belated Mother's Day, hope everyone had some good quality time with family. I went to see Iron Man. Don't worry, I didn't ditch my mother, in fact it was her idea to go. So after visiting my Grandma my dad headed of to work and my mom, brother and I piled into the silver mini van and drove to a nearby theater, killing time at several mattress and guitar stores on the way. (If you know my family, that actually does make sense.)

I never realized that before this movie many people didn't know Iron Man was a superhero, they just knew the Black Sabbath song. But backwards and daft as I am, I always knew Iron Man but never figured out the song was about the superhero.

My brother used to have a huge pack of superheroes from my uncle, so Keith and I made up our own stories involving the Thing, Magneto, a war-torn Spider-man, the Hulk and of course iron man long before any of them were movie stars.


The whole film is very well-done: effects were great, the plot was coherent and at times even compelling, and the actors fit very well into their parts. Of course the movie is perfectly set up for a sequel, but that's completely expected from the Marvel movies by now.

Oh, and why did my mom want to see Iron Man on Mother's Day? Because a few weeks ago, when it first came out and she wanted to go, my dad refused. He insisted on seeing Made of Honor instead. Yup, that's the household I live in.

Also, I'm sorry for the near-month of inactivity, I'll be posting a lot more now, I promise. I still blame this stagnation on work and my very sexy boyfriend. Speaking of whom, make sure you check the blog BSD, they post weekly if not more. Go to blastshieldsdown.blogspot.com (or just click the link under "Dreamers of Fish Dreams" at the top right corner of this page.) You won't be disappointed, unless you're looking for tentacle rape porn - I don't think that section is up and running just yet.