Of course we still love you, T3. This is an exercise of love and tolerance, not judgment and condemnation. That exercise is at my parents’ house on Thanksgiving.
I hated the first X-men movie, let’s not talk about X3, Superman Returns made me ill, Superman II the Donner Cut was a mess, the current Wonder Woman series is a travesty, and why, oh why, do we need Terry Dodson when we have Adam Hughes, clones are supposed to evolve into something else...not stay the …
Waitaminute, I’m supposed to confess, not rant
I actually own all of the aforementioned crap above because I’m a collect-a-holic and I like to bitch and moan.
Well, if we’re confessing, “Bless me Father for I have sinned, it’s been quite some time since my last confession.”
I like listening to ABBA.
When I was a wee lass (about 4), I wanted to be Superman so bad, that I begged my parents to give me a Superman haircut. I even had the little forehead curl. I practised “flying” by running and jumping with a red cape. I was such a little boy back then.
I haven’t finished reading “The Invisibles” even though I won the entire series in a raffle. I should probably get on that.
I make a chart to keep track on the TV shows I watch. I use TVGuide.com to know what’s going to be on 2 weeks in advance. That way I can plan my non-existant social calendar. there is almost NOTHING for the next 2 weeks. I have only 12 hours blocked out and one hour overlaps.
When I was a wee lass (about 4), I wanted to be Superman so bad, that I begged my parents to give me a Superman haircut. I even had the little forehead curl. I practised “flying” by running and jumping with a red cape. I was such a little boy back then.
That is insanely cute, Jane. :-) When I was in junior high, I shaved off half my eyebrows so that I could draw in Spock eyebrows slanting upwards. This was not nearly as cute. My family was horrified. Fortunately, I was smart enough to wait until the summer, so getting beaten up at school for it wasn’t a risk.
I have enough DirectTv/Tivo connections to watch or record 7 shows at once. I haven’t needed more than 4 of them at once yet, but you never know.
I don’t get the common gay guy fascination with Wonder Woman, Dazzler, and other female heroines… and yet my favorite TV show of all time is a squeaky-voiced girls anime.
I’m a buddhist, believe in non-violence, and yet when I hear people doubt global warming and the need to institute drastic and immediate changes in how we contribute to it, I just want to beat them in the head with a rock over and over until the Cheung/Dell splash page shows only red. I’m working on that. :-)
I’m trying to figure out what a little kid with half-eyebrows would look like. Please tell me there are pictures of this…
I used to tie a towel around my neck and jump off the back porch over and over again, shouting, “I’m BATMAN!” For hours and hours. I have to think it was kind of creepy.
I’m trying to figure out what a little kid with half-eyebrows would look like. Please tell me there are pictures of this…
Alas, no. The closest I can get is a college picture of me posed heroically on a rock, gazing up into the distance, in a bathing suit and towel-cape. My friend has that on her family pictures wall; I really should get a scan of it, ‘cause there’s no humiliation like self-humiliation! :-)
I used to tie a towel around my neck and jump off the back porch over and over again, shouting, “I’m BATMAN!” For hours and hours. I have to think it was kind of creepy.
Only if it was last weekend. It wasn’t last weekend, was it?
When I was a wee lass (about 4), I wanted to be Superman so bad, that I begged my parents to give me a Superman haircut. I even had the little forehead curl. I practised “flying” by running and jumping with a red cape. I was such a little boy back then.
Too bad we weren’t neighbors, Jane. I used to pretend I was Wonder Woman, and stole some yellow rope from my dad’s boat and used it as my magic lasso. I used blue sweat bands for my bracelets and a red t-shirt and blue underroos for the rest of the costume. When I was about 4 or 5 I took my pants off and stood on the picnic table of the park where my family was having a reunion, and proclaimed that I was Wonder Woman (having worn said blue underoos underneathe. I even twirled (throwing my pants like a stripper).
