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(There may be spoilers, I don’t know. I haven’t seen the movie, though I haven’t been able to avoid the super dark and depressing trailers.)

The Kid was talking about “Batman Vs. Superman” and said “I wish it was a fight to the death.” To which I responded with “Huh? In what universe would that ever be a fair fight?”

Seriously, unless Superman was cocky enough to say “I’m going to beat you to death with my bare hands,” which Batman could respond by bringing out the kryptonite when Superman got close, there really wouldn’t be much of a fight between them. Real talk, Superman could stay well out of range and use his laser vision to fry Batman alive–that fancy armor wouldn’t last very long with laser vision focused on it, bringing the internal temperature to even just a quarter the heat of the sun. Or Superman could just grab a rock and chuck it real hard.

Anyway, it’s kind of a relief to know that “Batman Vs. Superman” isn’t actually Batman versus Superman. Not that I’m very interested in the movie in question–it seems a bit too dark and downery for my tastes. I mean, they’ve taken all the lighthearted joy of Superman and thrown it out the window. That’s kind of a bummer–but I’m sure I’ll probably end up seeing it once it’s out on DVD or on TV.

Hopefully they don’t include as many wtf-scenes as they left in “Man of Steel” (seriously Jonathan Kent, you were terrible and your death was absolutely meaningless. All you taught your son was how to be a douche and destroy a company’s very expensive truck just because the truck’s driver was a jerk). Though really, I’m not that hopeful. I don’t even think there’s going to be much in the way of good fanfic to fix the situation, since there’s no Jor-El/Zod to save things. (Unless someone writes about the resurrected Zod remembering parts and pieces of his previous life, including the relationship he once had with Jor-El. That could be an interesting and angsty fic.)

So yeah, DC is setting up for their Justice League movie, which means throwing as many characters together as possible and hoping that some of them stick.

And instead of the most unequal fight in history, we get Superman teaming up with Batman and Wonder Woman to take on Lex Luthor and Zod (and possibly Doomsday). Oh, and we also get another Batman origin story, as though we haven’t seen Thomas and Martha Wayne gunned down enough times in our lives. Sigh.

I can’t wait for Suicide Squad.

(Though, I will be honest: If Batman Vs Superman ends up being the “Dawn of the Justice Lords” movie, I will totally be all about it, because I wouldn’t mind seeing a movie where Superman lobotomizes evil President Luthor and there’s an exploration of how dark that world got. Then there could be a crossover with the non-dark/depressing Justice League. Btw, Justice League the Animated Series did a great job with the Flash crossing over into the Justice Lords universe and pointing out that the death of alterna-Flash was no excuse for the Justice League to completely lose their shit. And it was kind of painful to see how affected Batman was by the death of the Flash–and it was cool that he was the only one to maintain his morals while the rest of the Justice League didn’t hesitate to use their powers on the normal humans. He’d tasted loss before, while those “gods” got a little hurt and decided to oppress everyone because why not?)

Powerpuff Trinity by foureyedesign

Panoply at Amazon
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I am, very much, a night person.

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Simon Peters is insatiably drawn to water. He finds it, and he drinks it, and he can’t be stopped.

So when he was kidnapped–(naked, cold, afraid; defiant, jutified)–he fell back on the things that comforted him. He would stand at the sink, washing dishes or just running water over his hands, for hours if they let him. There was an eerie serenity around him.

It made his captors nervous.

A. Some became rough.
B. Some became kind.
C. Some became respectful.

But all of them changed their actions when they came across him.

He could electrify a room with his presence.

*

At his recommendation, thouands of people began reading “Idlewile”, the fictional telling of a cataclysmic rise to stardom on the back of a benevolently controlling government. It was a bestseller.

Brent read the book at Simon’s insistence and was blown away. He was talking about it for weeks. And one of the people he happened to talk to was a little inventor named Professor Raymond Zebronski.

Nobody knew what the Zebronski Protocal was, but they knew that it meant he wasn’t allowed to handle his own human experimentation. All of his research had to be run through CyberAngel Industries’ Legal Office. [CAILO]. Though he was angry about it, he quickly found that they gave excellent results.

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Hermes Andreas was the CAILO liason to the lab and quickly earned the moniker “Ianto” from the pop-culture minded employees. (Florentine in management and Rickets in accounts receivable. It was basically just them. But oh my god, he wore sweater vests and three-piece suits and he had that accent [speech-impediment. He’d fallen off a bike when he was a kid. His parents couldn’t afford to get it fixed. He compensated adequately.] Rickets just couldn’t resist.

Florentine had grown used to being dragged about willy-nilly. She’d do so much more for her best-friend… plus they had a lot of fun. She enjoyed using her wit to get them through their various hijinks intact. She met so many different kinds of people, experiencing a culture she never would have known.) And he took it in stride.

He was Hermes Andreas. He was a professional.
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A City On Mars at Amazon
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Every person that’s reached adulthood has that moment when they wonder how their life turned out like this. Mine came as I was racing down the highway trying to shoot out the tires of my drug dealer’s ’64 Impala.

I’ll be honest, I’m not much of a drug user. A little weed, a little speed, it’s enough to keep me mellow and focused depending on the day of the week. The staying skinny thing is just a perk, I promise you. I’m not an addict or anything. Though I will admit that there have been times when events have gotten a bit away from me. Like when I went on my little joy ride–weaving in and out of traffic, taking aim with my arm stuck out the window. It seems a little much when you think about it. But it was exciting too. Like being part of an action movie.

Faizel 02 at Amazon
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I had a dream, and even knowing that it was a dream and not real, I’m still upset. It was one of those nightmares that clings to your brain even when you’re awake and leaves you side-eying the people involved.

In my dream, there was some kind of big storm that raged all night. The next morning I went outside with the Kid to check on the damage, and we found the big tree in our yard split into pieces, branches collapsing to the ground even as we watched. It looked like cinders flying up into the air. I even said, “This looks like Hell.”

And that’s when I heard the raucous noise coming from my neighbor’s house across the street. I looked and saw that they had some kind of bonfire lit and it looked like they were cavorting around it, hooting and howling, with loud music playing in the background.

My real neighbors have done the same thing in real life. They’ve gotten frighteningly loud, with children shrieking and running around and a man singing in Spanish. In my dream, I slapped the Kid on the shoulder and said, “Let’s get inside. We don’t want the tree to fall on us. Come on.”

We went back around the house to the backdoor and the Kid went inside ahead of me. I stopped to call for the dog. He didn’t come.

I went and got the remote for his collar and hit the button that makes it beep at him. I was standing in the doorway when I saw him looking at me from the short hill leading to the garage.

“What are you doing? Come here!”

And then I saw there was someone behind him. Someone that let go of him, and my dog came running toward me and past me into the house, panting and terrified. The man came running at me. I slammed the door, managing to tell the Kid, “Call the police. Call the police!”

The man tried to get in as I held the door shut. I braced my feet against the wall to hold the door closed. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t scream.

He was tall and thin, his arms and his hands saying he was white. His face was painted with white makeup and sweeping black lines, making him look like a demon skull. His eyes blazed with madness. I could feel the door bulging where he pushed against it, ready to swing open and let him in.

My neighbors are Hispanic. This man was white. I knew that he’d killed them, probably while we were outside. And now he was going to kill us.

Holding the door with desperate strength, I craned my neck to look at the Kid, who was standing close to the couch, not even holding the phone yet. “Get Grandpa!” I managed to rasp out through my tight throat.

And he turned his head toward his grandpa’s room and called out, not even yelling, “Grandpa, someone’s here.”

And I looked at him in disbelief. And I woke up.

Even knowing that it was a dream, I’m still boggling. “Grandpa, someone’s here”? Really?!

It makes me think that we need to go over a survival plan. Because either I don’t trust him to pull his own weight in an emergency, or my subconscious brain is telling me that something bad is coming and we all need to be on the same page. Either way, if I’m holding the door against a frightening madman with murder in his eyes, I want someone that’s able to call the police as needed or at least get the help of another adult.

Because that was pathetic.