Disjointed notes on the theme of superheroes:
Awhile ago, Fafblog noted disappointment in the Kerry/Edwards ticket, wishing instead for Kerry/Batman. I told my father about it, and he responded that he actually met someone named Batman while he was in Australia. You know, Jeff Batman.
You know, if my last name were “Mann” I would totally name my kid “Super” and not “Bat.”
Earlier this week I woke up in the middle of the night mumbling about how Batman had been impersonating me and going on a murderous rampage. I don’t remember this dream or telling Bookdwarf about it, but I think it means either a) I am worried that my subconsious will force me to do something I’ll regret later, or b) I am afraid of someone else doing horrible things that will affect me. Can it be both?
Regardless, if I had a superpower, it would totally be x-ray vision or invisibility or the power to stop time– anything that would let me know things I couldn’t normally know. I would use it to spy on naked ladies, and also for securities fraud. The delivery of next week’s Wall Street Journal would work, too.
Secretly Ironic 