It’s been…I think 19 days since I watched “Man of Steel”. And I’m still butthurt over it. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I learned to read with Superman comics (along with a kitchen magnet alphabet) and I know in my marrow (mmmmm…marrow) that MoS got a lot of it wrong. Of course, that doesn’t matter as much as the fact that, in a little over a week, I will have been ranting about this for A MONTH. Seriously, ask my dad and sister. THEY GET THE LIVE FEED.
This needs to stop. I need to find other things – NOT work – to distract me.
I’m tempted to turn writing into my distraction; but whenever I try to do that, I end up trying to write that superhero story I was meaning to write – which, of course, makes me think of superfolk and (by extension) Superman. As you can see, that’s really not a good thing. It probably doesn’t help that it ALSO makes me feel like a hypocrite, because the character I’m writing has father issues. If I remember correctly, I recently criticized hero stories that involve father issues. Oy vey.
A friend suggested that I should try and watch Monty Python to try and get over this – and I’m trying that right now. But just in case that doesn’t work, what would YOU suggest I do to get rid of my Feels of Steel*?
*term by the awesome artist A.K. Domingo