I ask you to kill Superman, and you're telling me you couldn't even do that one, simple thing.

[freckles_and_doubt]

I have had the kind of day where I finally found time to eat my lunch at 4pm, and I haven't read my blogs. *is plaintive*. The world is far too full of failing students, looming deadlines and enormous piles of admin. Also, my inbox may have exploded. The reason I am watching Superman every night is because I'm too damned tired to do anything else.

Which reminds me. Superman III goes beyond cheesy into Great Leaping Gorgonzola territory, and also has the most incoherent and illogical storyline I've seen in a movie since Jumper. I found myself continually wondering if everyone was actually that naive and ill-informed about technology in the early 80s, or if the scriptwriters had, in fact, undergone surgical brain removal before concocting the story. Apart from green-screen computers accepting orders in complete sentences, it also gives us a weather-monitoring satellite which can not only cause tornadoes but can swivel around to search space with lasers for remnants of Krypton, and an oil industry so dependant on its computer controllers that if you snafu them up all production ceases instantly and irreversibly. On the upside, however, Bad!Superman is a lot of fun, Richard Pryor is kinda endearing, and I always get an unholy kick out of Lorelei critiquing Kant.

Last Night I Dreamed: I was climbing up the outside of Neil Gaiman's house in company with his daughter, to see the spot on the fancy pagoda-style roof where he does all his writing.

Comments

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

Your dream is silly. Neil Gaiman writes in the basement, everybody knows that.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

My subconscious firmly believes he writes on the roof. Also, in a second bit to the dream I'd only now remembered, brings back random props from his sf movies for all his teenaged friends to play with. (I think he may have been a teenager himself for this dream, which makes his daughter a bit dodge, since she was around 10, but hey. This is my subconscious).

[bronchitikat.livejournal.com]

The thing to remember at times like these is that you are at least being paid to suffer this kind of hassle. Not enough, probably, but not nothing either. Hence you can afford to watch Superman & buy books for when your brain recovers.

Which I hope it does, soon.

As for the whole stupid plot & technology thing - it's a film, it's yet another sequel, it's Hollywood, of course it's all a bit dodgy. Just as well your disbelief comes complete with handles - for greater ease of suspension!