Kenzie says if I made a movie, that’s what it’d be called.

She’s 100% right. :)

It was inspired by the fact that there’s a new Superman Returns Trailer that, I must say, looks fucking *sweet,* despite the fact that director Bryan Singer has apparently turned this into a relationship drama with super-powers. “We want to give Superman his biggest challenge yet, by giving Lois a child and a relationship that he can’t really fight,” he said, or something like that because I don’t want to spend my whole damn lunch hour looking for the exact quote. As we put it here at the store, he’s probably not going to be punching anyone in this one.

Don’t get me wrong, I know punching isn’t the be-all end all for dramatic conflict, but c’mon…it’s Superman. Why can’t we have him fighting a robot or a giant ape or something like that. I mean, imagine a War of the Worlds type invasion and Superman is fighting them off, hucking saucers into each other and back into space. But no. It’s more important in this movie that we have Superman flying away and crying. Because a girl was mean to him.

You’re Superman. Go fight a lava monster on Mars or something.

The sequel to my movie: Super King Kong of the Rings man Spider-Man of the Worlds II.

I’m jumping ship from Friendster and going to MySpace, because I’ve changed email addresses and Friendster won’t let you change yours on there and MySpace can. It’s funny because it turns out I *had* a MySpace that I didn’t even bother setting up that I started ages ago. But there you are. I’m now going to pester friends to go there and stalk the famous people who have MySpace thingies. Friendster is just so ass lately.

I finished the 3rd draft of the book last week or so, and now I’m in the process of figure out how to write query letters and research agents and editors and all that jazz. I’ve sent the thing off to some friends who are going to point out any proofreading issues or other little sandy-off the sharp bits kind of help, but all the major plot changes and such are done. Facts should all line up with each other, that kind of stuff. I’m probably going to crack it open again in another week or so and take another sweep at cleaning up and shit, but there are times when you have to let go. Which means new writing will probably consist of short stories and maybe some comic scripts if I’m feeling especially masochistic. Then it’s just research for the next book. Ha ha. Ha ha.

The third instalment: Revenge of the Super King Kong of the Rings man Spider-Man of the Worlds II Returns.

Tomorrow is Free Comic Book Day and I’m trying not to freak out, given how much money we’ve spent on advertising (on the TV even! The movin’ pitchers!) and much of a big day we need to have to justify all of that. Not to mention the launchpad potential it has for new customers and such. Maybe I’ll be on the news again. Wheeeeeeeeeee. Right now it just means late nights and stress like nuclear warfare.

Wedding update: We’re looking at late August 2007 somewhere her in Ohio. So save the month.

I like salt and pepper chips.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmlunch.