Sunday, June 30, 2013

What I Think About When I Think About Superman (Overthinking Stuff)

Everyone you know is busily reviewing "The Man Of Steel," and this is not that. I'm not going to review the movie, per se, other than to say that in a quick rundown of greatest superhero movies, it ranks about here:

1. The Dark Knight.
1A: The Watchmen.
2. The Avengers
3. Iron Man
4. Captain America
5. The Dark Knight Risess/ The Man Of Steel

I shoehorned in The Watchmen after remembering that was, after all, a superhero movie.

What struck me the most about "The Man Of Steel," though, and why this isn't a review so much as a rambling discourse, was how little it mattered whether the movie was good or bad, really, and how much, during the movie, I was able to both focus on the movie and at the same time be distracted by a whole host of other things.  That's the first time I've ever watched a movie which had my brain working on 2, maybe 3 parallel tracks at a time: one track appreciating what was, after all, a pretty good movie, while another track thought about Superman and the history of Superman movies the final track thought stuff like "No, that seems wrong, what's up with this?"

Ordinarily, I am either watching a movie and undistracted by things not the movie, a la The Dark Knight, or I am completely distracted by the outside world or flaws in the movie and so I don't enjoy the movie at all (a la The Godfather.)

So in one sense, The Man Of Steel worked on a level that usually only books work on for me: it occupied my mind and made me think even as I was being entertained, which is a victory for a movie: movies are one-dimensional, really, when it comes to entertaining: the more dimensions entertainment adds in real life, the fewer that entertainment occupies in your mind.  Music and books are one-dimensional, really: they occupy little space in the 'real world,' being just notes in your ears or words on a page: they occupy typically only one, maybe two of your senses (if you are focusing on holding the book, for example.)

Television and movies amp that up, bringing both sound and vision and moving them around a lot more, swirling things up.  That, at least for me, frees my mind from doing work, so instead of my mind sculpting away at images or thoughts -- I do some of my best thinking while listening to music -- it just sits there, passively receiving things.  Watching a movie versus reading a book is, for me, the difference between looking at a picture of Starry Night by Van Gogh and trying to recreate that picture using sidewalk chalk on your driveway (which is something I tried to do recently, by the way.)

So to say that The Man Of Steel both cast its images on the blank screen of my mind and made me think about them as it told its story is actually very complimentary to the movie.  It allowed my mind to have a little director's commentary going in the background, and to think these things, in no particular order other than that the biggest one, I think, ought to go first and there was clearly one biggest one, which was:



Superman does not kill people.

Especially if he's Jesus. (More on that later.)

Let's just get that out of the way: Superman doesn't kill.

I know that no superhero, except maybe Batman, is supposed to go around killing people; I had a whole debate with author PT Dilloway about his idea that superheroes ought to just execute supervillains, without a trial or anything, and I'm going to try not to get bogged down in the real-world mundanity of how superheroes would actually work in our justice system (i.e., they wouldn't because you'd have to reveal your secret identity to testify, plus have you ever walked through your local courthouse and noticed there are on many days roughly 1 zillion police officers standing around? They are not there for security.  They are there to testify.  Replace those policemen with Hawkman, Robin, the Wonder Twins, and more, and you'll get an idea how crazy the courthouse is, not to mention the fact that it would be an insanely great plan to have a bunch of superheroes show up to testify at preliminary hearings on Monday morning and then nuke the courthouse.)

Superman does not kill people.  That was the one thing that I always thought -- maybe was told? -- really set Superman apart from all other heroes, even the ones who thought they wouldn't kill people.  Superman is, as has often been remarked, a sort of super Boy Scout: truth, honor, justice, the American (now the whole world, thank you very much UN!) way, etc., and so on and so forth.  And key among that was that Superman, above all the others, wouldn't do all those things that other superheroes might do.  Batman would drop a guy from a balcony to get him to talk.  Wonder Woman would hypnotize them with her boobs magic lasso to get information.  Spider-Man would... I don't know, let a robber go and have Uncle Ben die.  All other superheroes had failings, is the point, and many of them seemed like moral shortcomings, the kind of moral shortcomings that made them three-dimensional characters and kept them fighting as superheroes for one reason or another, except for maybe Hal Jordan, as I was never clear on what made a hotshot fighter pilot who was kind of a waste, I took it, suddenly decide to just go and protect 1/360th of the galaxy. (Or was it the universe? Did anyone ever stop to consider that as the arc of the sector expanded from OA, it would be IMPOSSIBLE, in an infinite universe, to protect even 1/360th of it?



I don't actually know where I get the information from, that Superman doesn't kill people, but I know that -- know that -- like I know my own genetic code, which is to say I don't know it at all but it shapes me, and my information about Superman was shaped by the fact that he doesn't kill.  Even as I'm writing this, you can see me struggling with this idea, that Superman, above all, doesn't kill, even though other superheroes do not kill, either, so to speak.

I guess it's that if there's one defining thing about Superman, it's that he's so good: Above the invulnerability, above the weird powers (at least in this movie there was no supercold breath), above the handsomeness (and man that Henry Cavill is a good-looking guy, isn't he?),



above all that it seemed as though Superman always stood for the pinnacle of human behavior, and so if he didn't stand for not killing people, then who did?

So when it came to the [I'M NOT GOING TO DO A SPOILER ALERT! BECAUSE HONESTLY IF YOU'VE READ THIS FAR HAVEN'T YOU FIGURED OUT WHAT'S HAPPENED ALREADY?] point where Superman is holding Zod in a half-nelson and Zod's plan is to force Superman to either kill him or let those people die -- and was that the plan? Let me digress there:

Was THAT the plan?

Zod's plan was "I'll force you to kill me, Superman, by threatening these innocent people in this corner"?

Let's forget for a moment that Zod and Superman had just probably killed hundreds, if not thousands, of people, directly, by crashing through and into buildings that collapsed, not even counting the fighter pilots whose planes crashed and all that.  Let's also forget that Superman had deliberately let his own (adoptive, as if that matters) father die to preserve his secret identity, and so clearly is not above letting people die if it serves his own ends.  Let's just focus on that plan because:

How did Zod know Superman would be reluctant to kill him?

Was that in the movie? Was there something I missed? Superman obviously didn't stand up for all life, did he?

Anyway: that was the plan, and Superman was left with no choice but to snap Zod's neck, because...why? Because he couldn't throw Zod to the ground and pummel him? All he had to do was drop him, and the heat vision would miss and Zod would then be able to fight again.  Granted, that keeps the fight going, but it spares those people.  Or Superman puts his own (mostly invulnerable) hand in front of the heat vision long enough to stop it and let the people go free.

(SIDEBAR: How do two people who are invulnerable [if they are] hurt each other? Simple: even invulnerable things might find something harder or be worn down.  Diamonds can cut diamonds not because they're both diamonds but because, well, because diamonds can be cut by things that aren't even diamonds. Diamonds can be cut depending on the way you cut them and how hard they are and how you cut them.  So if Zod and Superman were truly invulnerable, they can't be hurt, at all, as that invulnerability would extend to Zod's spine, which couldn't be broken.  But if they were just, say, a 200 on the Mohs scale of mineral hardness (diamonds are 10s, generally), then they would be extremely hard to hurt, but not impossible.)

The point is, I guess, there was no need, really, for that moment in the film to arrive: There was no real preamble (that I recall, anyway) setting up that Superman did not kill, and most of Pa Kent's training -- "let the kids on the bus die, Clark!" -- seemed to indicate otherwise, that Superman would let people die if it served a greater good (as judged solely by him, which is (or ought to be) contrary to his other ideals).  There was no indication that Zod needed to force Superman to kill him, and the moment weakened Zod's character, anyway: this man that had been created solely to protect Kryptonians, having found himself with exactly two Kryptonians left in the Universe, decides that he must die?

Why?

Remember that not only should Zod now be protecting Kal El, but also Kal El contains the coding for every single Kryptonian, right in his genetic code.  Maybe the science of Krypton is mostly gone, but they've got access to some pretty sharp scientists here on Earth, don't they?

(Nothing about Zod's motivations rings true if you think it through: He is going to mold Earth to be a new Krypton, killing off Earthlings? Why? He realized by then that the Earth's atmosphere and yellow sun made Kryptonians superheroes on Earth, and that putting a Kryptonian into Krypton's soupy atmosphere, even under yellow sun, took that away-- that's why Kal El needed the air to be terraformed on the ship before he could break his bonds -- so if he REALLY wanted to win, why not just birth a bunch of superKryptonians and enslave the humans?  Zod's plan was simply to create a new Krypton, on the skulls (literally) of humans, which makes Zod an idiot.  A genocidal one, but an idiot.)

So Zod decides that the living embodiment of Krypton -- a walking Codex of genetic information -- is going to have to kill him because Zod has no purpose in life anymore, having failed in his mission to protect all of Krypton?

I guess this is an argument for why eugenics and genetic selection is a bad idea.  "We can manipulate genes to create a brilliant, tough general who will do everything he can to preserve Kryptonian life, until only one Kryptonian is left at which point game over."

The real point of making Superman kill Zod is to give him a tortured, dark demeanor necessary for all superheroes these days.  Batman has his murdered parents and all, Iron Man is an alcoholic with PTSD, Spider-Man's a nerd who let his uncle die, and Superman? He killed a guy, too, so, you know, he's dark and disturbed.

What makes it so unnecessary, though, is not just that it runs completely contrary to the Superman mythos -- he is the God who will lead us out of the darkness we've been living in, more on that later, remember -- but also you'd already gotten him pretty dark and disturbed via focusing on he's an alien, remember: something that in my memory was always underplayed by Superman writers.  He's not just Superman, protector of humanity: he's Superman, Protector Of Humanity But Always Standing Outside Of It.  He's got whatever attitudes adopted kids have, but on a worldwide scale, and that's before the world asked him to keep saving them.  Imagine an adopted kid being told one day "Hey, son, you're adopted and also Dad lost his job at the plant and Sis has cancer, so it's pretty much up to you to support and save us all, now."



That's a lot to deal with, and the beginning of the movie showed pretty well how hard it was for Clark/Kal El to cope with being different, with not knowing why God made him that way or that he was an alien, and how to react to things, like when he's challenged in the bar and backs down, only to do something even more remarkable and harsh than simply punch the guy.  Sequences like those created a three-dimensional portrait of a man who could be both amazingly naive and boy-scout-like as well as outsiderish and childish enough to resent humans while wanting to love and protect them.

I was an outsider as a kid -- not unpopular, but not popular-- and I understand the love/hate that outsiders can feel towards the "in" crowd. Humans are Superman's "in" crowd. He's always going to feel a bit like the kid whose parents just happen to be gone a lot so they can party at his house: "Hey, great, thanks for having us over, don't touch my beer."  That is a motivation -- but it's a tougher motivation to convey than "Oh, yeah, Superman killed a guy," and it's harder to dramatically dramatize that motivation than it is to have him snap a villain's neck, scream "Noooo!" and then seemingly shrug that off.

Take out that killing scene, and you have a cleaner but more complicated Superman: the one who wants to fit in and dresses as Clark Kent and all, and the one who wants to hide from drones and understands that he's got to save humanity, and both sides secretly resenting and being jealous of the other -- but you keep Superman as the ideal you are setting him up to be, and avoid lazy writing.

So in the end, Superman does not kill people not just because Superman does not kill people -- I tried researching that question and through about 1/2 hour of reading I was only able to find one "person" he'd killed, the annoying and overblown "Doomsday" guy that killed him in the comics, and I'm not even sure he killed Doomsday but I'm sure it didn't count, as that storyline was stupid -- but also because having Superman kill people is the easy way out to create a complex superhero who will make people want to root for him.  Superman's easy to root against: good-looking, ultra-powerful, rich (that Fortress of Solitude's got to cost something), popular, and nice, plus he lucked into his power, something Americans especially have always been suspicious of.  The point of making heroes have complexities is to make them seem realistic and give us a rooting interest in them: a hero without some sort of weakness or complexity is the New York Yankees: they always win but you hate them for it.  Superman being an alien with a love/hate relationship with his adoptive world is great.  Superman having to make a snap (PUN INTENDED) decision to save some people's lives and being tortured by it, however briefly? Dumb.

Clark Kent's autism.

Apropos of nothing, let me jump to something else entirely.

(This is, as you've guessed, going to be long.)

There is a theory of autism that seems as good as any, called the "intense world" theory.  While it's more complicated that I would be able to explain, the basics of it are the idea that autistic people notice details way, way, more than others, and they have (for the most part) phenomenal memories, which when you put the two together means that all the minutiae of the world are both constantly crowding into an autistic person's senses, and they cannot forget them, even for a second.

You may THINK you know what that's like, but you probably don't and neither do I, because you don't even know that you are not, generally, noticing things at all.  There's another theory of memory that says that the reason time seems to speed up as we get older is because as we get older, we notice fewer and fewer details and rely on our brains to simply fill in the extras.  So for most people, when you are young, everything is new and you're noticing all the details and every day is new and wonderful, and as you get older, June becomes not something new and amazing but simply the 44th June you've ever experienced and so you tend to not notice specific days or temperatures or trees, you just go through life and your brain adds in background scenery here and there, so that if you think about what you did last week, there's a chance that the 'tree' you drove by on the way to the store was actually a tree that you remember from when you were 20, or one your mind simply invented.

Autistic people, the thinking goes, can't do that -- they can't forget and they can't not notice, and so they get overwhelmed by the sensory experience of it all.  That's one reason why (they suspect) many autistic people prefer manufactured foods and have a limited range of foods they'll eat from: A Cheetoh always tastes like a Cheetoh, whereas the homemade cookies you made might not only taste different from the last batch, but different from each other.

And that's overwhelming, if you have to constantly notice all that stuff.  So in a way, autistic people reducing their interactions with the world are like us not noticing stuff.  We have the ability to turn off our minds and coast.  Autistic people can't, so they have to physically limit their input by, for example, not talking to people.

Which brings me back to The Man Of Steel, and that scene when Clark is overwhelmed in the classroom by all the sensory input and he runs away and hides in the closet and has to be talked out and taught how to limit his sensory perception of the world in order to function in it.  A scene like that happens, on average, about 1 time a day with our son Mr F, and less frequently with our son Mr Bunches, both of whom are constantly coping with the overwhelming nature of the world on their senses.

Science fiction -- which is what Superman is, after all: an alien from another planet comes to live in Earth and fight other aliens and monsters -- is supposedly a mirror of society, taking the things we fear and misunderstand and twisting them through the prism of fiction to allow us to examine them more closely.  I haven't seen all of the Superman movies, but I have seen some of them and I have read a lot of his comics and I don't recall, ever before this, any scenes, ever, of Kal El having to learn to cope with his senses.  In every superhero movie, there's the now-obligatory training scene in which they clumsily master their powers. 


(SIDEBAR: About that? I think that's kind of bunk.  These are people who are pinnacles of human perfection.  Ever see an athlete try to master a different sport? They don't look clumsy, do they? They may not be able to hit a curveball, but pro athletes tend to excel at lots of physical endeavors.  A pro quarterback is likely a pretty good golfer and would probably be able to do the 110-m hurdles without falling all over himself.  I'd like to see a superhero get superpowers and simply be able to use them, as that's actually more realistic, if you ask  me.)

So if this IS the first time when a big deal was made about Clark's needing to learn to control his X-ray vision and superhearing, given that the past 10 years have seen a spike not just in autism but in stories about the spike in autism, was that conscious on the part of the filmmakers?

People tend to imbue autistic people with an aura of mystery -- probably because Rain Man was so good at math -- and think that they might all be savants, secretly.  I myself have wondered whether autism might not be a trait that would lend itself to improvement in the future -- suspecting that maybe the ability to focus on details and the desire to be alone might be useful for long manned space missions, for example -- and so it's entirely possible that Clark's struggles were intended to mirror autism, to begin to look, through a sci-fi lens, at a condition that now affects 1 in 88 male children.

I'm not the only person who noticed this.  Google "The Man Of Steel and autism" and you'll see others, primarily people who have a direct connection to autism, have noticed it, too, so maybe it's just that we all see what we want to see in the movies, proving the My Aunt's Dog Theorem again. But I don't think so, because there's a lot, though, that could be said to reflect autism in Superman beyond simply his heightened sensory input: He has few close friends and prefers to be alone.  He has difficulty understanding ordinary human interactions and relating to them, at least at times.  AND he is largely impervious to cold and heat extremes.

Last winter, I was playing with Mr F outside in our yard, and at one point I became aware that Mr F had taken off his boots.  He was barefoot, in a foot of snow, and had been for long enough that I had to bring him inside and warm his feet up, worried that maybe he had frostbite.  He was fine, and I eventually guessed that he'd been bootless for about 10 minutes.  Do you think you could walk, barefoot, through a foot of snow, for 10 minutes?  Other people (as noted in this Cracked article that compares autism to mutant powers) have demonstrated the ability to ignore cold for far longer than that.

Kal El's powers have always been said to come from 'the yellow sun'.  But it's more interesting to think about the powers that come from being able to concentrate, to control the brain so effectively that one can deliberately and for a short time limit sensory input, which is what happens when Kal El doesn't use X-ray vision: He is deliberately opting to not see some form of the light spectrum.  THAT is a phenomenal power.  Try this: look around the room and DON'T see "red."  How'd that work?

Kal El learned to not see X-rays, and has the ability to turn that on and off.  That's not superstrength.  That's supercontrol of one's mind, and the idea that Superman may be kind of autistic and may therefore represent the next phase of humanity -- a humankind that must learn to deal with, effectively, the amazing array of information we are going to be (and already are) presented with, as well as a humankind that can genetically manipulate ourselves into improvement -- is thrilling.

Think: we have Google glass and exoskeletons and designer genes, and this is only 2013.  What will humanity be in 2113? What will the influx of information and longer lives and better vitamins result in us being? In 50 years we've practically ended tooth decay and have pills that can strengthen the bones of the elderly.  People a hundred years from now may be nearly 7 feet tall on average, and have nearly-unbreakable bones, and brains that can filter information at a rate our computers nowadays would find boggling.

Autistic people are already doing some of that, crudely and without much help from us.  Much like the first fish that pulled itself onto land and had to struggle to breathe while the rest wondered what it was doing, autistic people may be the first tentative step into a new era of human understanding and interaction, and Superman may help people understand that the way Isaac Asimov helped shape how we think about robots.

We are okay with people crashing planes into buildings?

What I actually find myself thinking at various points in movies now is "OK BUT WHAT ABOUT THE FACT THAT LIFE IS [THIS THING]?" and by that I mean that not just is it rather alarming -- not to me, I'm a realist -- to see movies allowing planes to crash into buildings in New York Metropolis, but also all the rest of modern life, too, like cell phone cameras.

So think about this: first of all, 99% of the Kal El-Zod battle would have been televised, live.  That's what happened on 9/11, after all: by the time I got to the office that morning, news cameras were trained on the World Trade Center, as they have been on every other major disaster.

And think about this, too: would it have been so hard for Lois Lane to track down Clark Kent?  Nowadays, it almost certainly wouldn't.  I don't know how long, in today's world, you could keep there from being any notice of a guy who rescued a bunch of people on an oil rig, or a truck crucified on trees.  (That's what that looked like to me: Superman crucified that truck.)

Cell phones and the Internet and email would mean that Lois almost certainly wouldn't have to travel around the world to interview people, and also that the legend of a super man would have been around on the Internet already, if ONLY on "IO9" or something, where there would be talk about how weird it was that the truck got crucified.

But the most alarming part about the movie taking place now was that now we have an idea what planes crashing into a big city would be like, and to me the the alarming part about the planes (of sorts, I know there were also Kryptonian spacecraft) crashing into buildings was twofold.

The first fold was that I was certain people were going to object to this, in an "it's too soon" kind of way.  I've long believed -- especially since 9/11 -- that we as modern people are too sensitive.  I don't know for sure and I only have movies and history books to tell me, but I do not think that the Pearl Harbor attacks resulted in a national weak spot where nobody could ever again talk about anything even remotely related to them, let alone a response along the lines of what we've done, requiring see-through backpacks to get into NFL games and harassing 15-year-olds about what they wear to the airport.

(True, after Pearl Harbor we did round up everyone who looked even vaguely Asian, but that's a different story.)

(I also don't think that the response to Pearl Harbor was to write movies and books about how it psychologically affected the people of the 1940s, but again, that's just my general impression.)

So even 12 years later almost, I saw planes crashing into CGI buildings and instantly thought "Man, this is going to be protested."

And then, it wasn't. In fact, most articles that I saw about it actively sought to compare the destruction in this movie to 9/11, without all the fuss of the prior 12 years.  Which strikes me as odd in the completely opposite way that I was expecting.  I'd thought that people would be wringing their hands over a fantasy in which not only do foreigners aliens crash planes into our buildings, but our efforts to stop them are futile, requiring technology that we cannot create ourselves, but what we got instead was "Man, that was so much worse than 9/11, wasn't it! Ha ha crazy movies."  Which is an entirely different take on it, and one I'm not sure I understand.  We seem to have flipped a switch from "NO MENTIONING 9/11 EVER" to "Let's just use it as a comparison for mock destruction."

I wonder what that says about our society -- that we can finally look objectively at tragedies? Remember, about 3,000 people were killed on 9/11, which means the odds that you even KNOW someone who KNOWS someone who died that day are pretty slim.* (*Odds not applicable for NYC residents.)  So we should have been able to look at it objectively all along.  People don't freak out every time you mention a big earthquake or the McVeigh Oklahoma City Bombing, and never did, but everyone went insane if you mentioned 9/11, for a long time, until now it's just become another cultural reference all of a sudden, like in a conversation you could either quote Jim Gaffigan or compare something to 9/11, either way, all the same.  That, I think, is not necessarily the proper response, either.

(I know that in each case I am over/under stating the reaction.  There are people who didn't flip when you mentioned 9/11 and who thought it ridiculous that schoolkids in Oregon were offered counseling, and there are people now who feel that perhaps trivializing 9/11 by comparing everything to it -- the way evilness is measured in Hitler units-- is wrong, too.)

Then there's the second fold.  Consider this quote from a critic at "Variety":

any contemporary American blockbuster offering up a spectacle of mass destruction is a 9/11 movie.

There was a comic strip recently -- I think it was either Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal or Tom The Dancing Bug -- which talked about every generation getting a different kind of God, something I suggested SHOULD happen.  But it's more fair to say every generation gets its own set of symbols and uses them to describe their own world.

Consider: Vampires in the 1980s were Anne Rice vampires: literate, largely non-threatening (they gave Interviews!) but only vaguely sexual or romantic.  Vampires before that were frightening creatures of the night.  Vampires now are teenagers who glitter in the sunlight.   I'm not sure what that says about us as a culture, but it does show that each generation has its own vampires, and its own superheroes.

Superheroes in the 1980s were different than the current breed, even in the movies.  Christopher Reeves' Superman as I recall him, at least, was far more a boy scout than Henry Cavill's, and eventually became almost a comic foil to Richard Pryor's computer genius.  He was less complicated, and his adversaries, were, too: Zod, as I recall, in the original movie, didn't have any machines to take over the world and wasn't going to recreate Krypton-on-Earth.  He was just going to rule over everyone as a supervillain.

Batman, too, was reinvented in the late 80s, but differed markedly from the Batman that current audiences adore so much.  Both have their gadgets and their fighting, but this Batman is... different.  Less super-y, more grounded in a reality (at least until the third movie, which really took off the brakes), more like a regular guy with some stuff than a Batman.

And now, our 9/11 and disaster movies are changing, too-- disaster movies have always been around, and we've always used them (as scifi gets used) to demonstrate our fears.  Sometimes disaster movies are direct, unsubtle: The Day After, Red Dawn  Sometimes they're not, like with The Man Of Steel, which couldn't be more of a 9/11 movie if it was called "9/11 Movie."

Is there any way to escape that Man of Steel's last hour is 9/11's first couple? No -- but don't focus on that, actually. Focus instead on what is being said, directly or indirectly, about our response to 9/11, the 'messages' you can take from this movie and how it demonstrates what we take for granted about the world.  I'm not saying these messages were intended by the filmmakers, but I AM saying that they can be seen in the movie, and the My Aunt's Dog Theorem says that therefore the messages are true.  It may be that the filmmakers were trying to tell you this stuff. It may be simply that their fears or thoughts couldn't be kept out of the movie.  But here are some messages you could take from "The Man Of Steel," one of the first 9/11 movies of this generation:

We need better surveillance so get used to PRISM:  Lois Lane takes time to track down Clark, and then the military very nearly misses out on getting Lois Lane -- who only had been leaking stories all over the Internet about this mysterious alien she'd found.  Why didn't we know this alien -- this POTENTIAL THREAT -- was living amongst us? Why did we have to wait until the attack was imminent?

You can say that's a crazy thought, but think about the Boston Marathon Bombings that just happened.  Isn't that EXACTLY what people were saying? Why didn't we know? People were practically demanding precognition from the government, in the aftermath of Boston, and so were poised to accept PRISM when Edward Snowden -- the Snowdens of Yesteryear -- revealed it to us. ("Revealed," in the sense that this was part of a law that had been passed long ago but nobody paid any attention to it.)



published by Tom The Dancing Bug
Read it here.
(SIDEBAR: IF "PRISM" works so well, why did it not catch the fact that those two (and their friends?) were plotting a bombing? The bombers obviously used electronic communications to do their thing.  The dead one had a JIHAD PLAYLIST ON YOUTUBE.  Way to go, NSA: Civil Liberties, ZERO, Terrorism: ONE.  As you read stories about all the terrorist attacks that haven't happened becuase of PRISM, raise your hand and ask the person nearest to you "Why didn't PRISM catch the Boston Bombers before they bombed?")

(The answer you will get to that question will almost always be "We need better surveillance and have to improve PRISM."  The fact that a government program doesn't work doesn't mean it dies.  "Star Wars" as a defense still exists, as evidenced by this article noting that after 30 years it still hasn't met its goals.)

Did Christopher Nolan mean to make a movie that implied to the public that better surveillance of everyone and everything is necessary?  I don't know.  But that's one message in his movie.

(SIDEBAR: On that note, too: Why did Superman have to crash the drone at the end? Is that part of the Darker Superman mythos, now? He just wantonly destroys property? Was that supposed to be a fight back AGAINST surveillance? A late, tacked-on commentary on the drone issue that nobody but me cares about because having the President be able to order a missile strike on US citizens without due process is apparently okay?  A better ending would have been to have Superman fly the drone down to the Colonel's backyard and land it there, and tell him to quit wasting his time.  It's bothersome that Superman would waste $12,000,000,000 of the taxpayers' money to make a point he could have made without doing that.  So maybe the movie IS antisurveillance, with Nolan commenting that Superman -- the embodiment of people?-- should be destroying drones?)

(Nah.)

Another message:

We can't stop the next 9/11, so be ready.  So not only do we need better surveillance, but almost as if in response to my hypothetical question about why this surveillance didn't stop a horrific attack on a public gathering, Message Two is that we're going to be killed anyway, so don't get all up in the government's face when it happens.

The Kryptonians' attack on Metropolis, gravity beams and whatnot, was just 9/11 reimagined, and our response?  To call in the military, which literally drops like flies and can't touch these guys at all.  Our secret weapon against the Kryptonians is something that was created years ago on another planet, a thing we barely understand, and which we're simply going to drop on the Kryptonians and hope for the best, if we can get close enough to them.  If we're lucky, someone somewhere on another part of the world will do their best to give us a chance to drop that old baby-crib in there and gum up the works. (This alone could be a reverse metaphor for World War II: as "our" guy fights on one side of the world, we prepare to end the whole thing by dropping some untested technology on a city.)

(SIDEBAR: If 'let's use Kal El's rocket to drop onto this spaceship' isn't a deus ex machina, I don't know what is.  The explanation for why this worked was the infamous sort of "We've got to SCIENCE this SCIENCE THING with MORE SCIENCE" movie line-- a line which if you say it fast sounds smart, especially if you add the word "isotope" in there.  That kind of thing happens all the time in science movies: a character spouts some jargon and everyone accepts it.  But how likely is it that the universal key that Kal El had could arm a baby's spaceship to destroy a machine that didn't even exist when Kal El was born?  Remember, Zod modified the Phantom Zone prison ship to become his spaceship -- and somehow Kal El's crib could neutralize or blow that thing up WITHOUT ANYONE PROGRAMMING IT? Because the people in charge were not Jor El or Kal El, so they weren't programming it, so apparently Lois learned enough from Jor El's Suri program to reprogram the crib, but not enough to TURN THE KEY THE RIGHT WAY?)

(Jor El as Suri? That's right.  Zooey's "Is that rain?"


is just Lois' "Is that a way to hyperoxygenate a Kryptonian spaceship?)

"WE'VE GOT TO SCIENCE THIS THING WITH SCIENCE!" is the worst possible way to end a sci-fi movie, and now that you know about it, you'll see it everywhere.  At least I'm honest when I write stories like that. When I write write a Deus Ex Machina story, I have the artistic integrity to not just make it obvious, but to also have Jesus himself announce that it's time to use the machine of the gods.

(Deus ex machina actually means "god from the machine" in Latin. But I prefer to think of it as "machine of the gods." It comes from Horace, who told poets never to use a god from the machine to solve their plots.Both Jor El, and the Crib Of Nuclear Death/Starship, are deus ex machina.)

Back to my point: The Man Of Steel makes a convincing argument that we're losing the War on Terror, or will continue to lose it. Or both.  A bunch of foreigner aliens show up, demand that we turn someone over, that person turns out to be an ILLEGAL! alien who we didn't even know was here, and then they start blowing up stuff, all because we were ill-prepared and didn't know whose side to be on.

PLUS, SPECIAL BONUS CONSPIRACY NUTJOB THEORIST CONTROVERSY:  Superman turned himself in and was taken to a secret military prison where things only started to go bad once we let the press in and then turned him over to his original authorities.  I don't know about you, but THAT spells G-I-T-M-O, and so now moviegoers have been conditioned to keep our own secret prison open and running and press-free, and to NEVER EVER repatriate those guys, unless we do Extraordinary Rendition style.

Hey, I TOLD you it was a nutjob argument.

Moving on:

TAKE THAT, SCIENCE!

As I said, much of the secret plan to save Earth, or the 99% of Earth that wasn't decimated by the saving itself, could be summarized as "LET'S GET ALL SCIENCE UP IN YOUR FACE!" without any other details, which was probably a good thing because when they did talk science, it seemed to me like it was kind of missing the mark, like maybe people had googled some science-y things, read the first paragraph of Wikipedia, and then moved on.

I mean, I KNOW, this is THE MOVIES, if you want REAL SCIENCE then go...where? Japan, I suppose, since the US isn't all that big on science anywhere these days, not REAL science, anyway -- we're all about the 15-year-old McDonald's hamburgers and yet nobody can tell you how your car runs, let alone how a 'hybrid' works.*

*Magic

But that being said, if you're going to TRY to be realistic, why not actually BE realistic? A couple of science-y things bugged me in the movie because they were almost but not quite right. Things like:

Elements not found on Earth? OK MAYBE. It's been over two weeks since I saw the movie, as I write this, and so I can't remember exactly what point of the movie this was, but I remember someone in the movie saying something like "that's no element we've seen before which means this didn't come from Earth," and I thought WELL THAT'S JUNK SCIENCE.

Maybe I'm the only one in the theater who just read a book not that long ago about the Periodic Table of the elements, because I'm cool that way, but even without fancy book learnin', I can tell you that the fact that a scientist has not SEEN an element before means NOTHING vis a vis said element's existence or lack thereof on Earth.  From Wikipedia (but you have to read past the first paragraph on the "Periodic Table" entry:)

Elements with unknown chemical properties

Although all elements up to ununoctium have been discovered, only elements up to hassium (element 108), along with copernicium (element 112), have known chemical properties. The other elements may behave differently from what would be predicted by extrapolation, due to relativistic effects; for example, flerovium has been predicted to possibly exhibit some noble-gas-like properties, even though it is currently placed in the carbon group.[94] More recent experiments have suggested, however, that flerovium behaves chemically like lead, as expected from its periodic table position.[95]

Further periodic table extensions

It is unclear whether new elements will continue the pattern of the current periodic table as period 8, or require further adaptations or adjustments. Seaborg expected the eighth period, which includes a two-element s-block for elements 119 and 120, a new g-block for the next 18 elements, and 30 additional elements continuing the current f-, d-, and p-blocks.[96] More recently, physicists such as Pekka Pyykköhave theorized that these additional elements do not follow the Madelung rule, which predicts how electron shells are filled and thus affects the appearance of the present periodic table.[97]

Element with the highest possible atomic number

The number of possible elements is not known. A very early suggestion made by Elliot Adams in 1911, and based on the arrangement of elements in each horizontal periodic table row, was that elements of atomic weight greater than 256± (which would equate to between elements 99 and 100 in modern-day terms) did not exist.[98] A higher—more recent—estimate is that the periodic table may end soon after the island of stability,[99] which is expected to center around element 126, as the extension of the periodic and nuclides tables is restricted by proton and neutron drip lines.[100] Other predictions of an end to the periodic table include at element 128 by John Emsley,[3] at element 137 by Richard Feynman[101] and at element 155 by Albert Khazan.[3][n 9]


I don't expect you to read that all.  It summarizes to "There are elements we know about but can't explain and also we're not sure we know all the elements," so there are at least two ways you could have in your movie an "unknown element" and be more scientifically accurate:

1.  Scientist says "It's an element that we've only seen on Earth briefly synthesized in labs in small quantities, so whoever produced this much either has a great lab or has been to another planet."

2.  Scientist says "This element doesn't occur naturally on Earth, but the [space lab etc Hubble? is that still a thing]  found traces of it in emissions from a star that used to have planets around it. Best guess? It's extraterrestrial."

YOU JUST GOT SCIENCED.

It was nice that they wanted to be realistic about Superman's taking off but that means he was jumping, not flying.  For a long time, people wondered whether Superman flew or jumped; in the early comics, of course, he was "able to leap tall buildings with a single bound," but couldn't fly, and then about the time he got the ability to have supercool breath and shoot beams from his eyes which is, by the way, the exact OPPOSITE of how vision works -- we don't see things by shooting light from our eyes to reflect back, that would be RADAR or similar equipment, which probably means that Superman's heat vision is actually a LASER, or Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation.  That's not as far-fetched as you think, having Laser Eyes (TM).  Again from Wikipedia:

Living cells can be genetically engineered to produce Green fluorescent protein (GFP). The GFP is used as the laser's "gain medium", where light amplification takes place. The cells are then placed between two tiny mirrors, just 20 millionths of a metre across, which acted as the "laser cavity" in which light could bounce many times through the cell. Upon bathing the cell with blue light, it could be seen to emit directed and intense green laser light

So Superman's eyes could have reflecting surfaces in them working as the tiny mirrors, amplifying the green fluorescent protein, and shooting it out.  It's probably just not green because of a trick of the light as it passes through his pupils.

ALSO? When Laser Eyes (TM) becomes a fad among teenagers I am definitely not going out at night anymore.

So the jumping/flying thing: In order for Superman to JUMP way high, he'd have to exert a superamount of force on the ground.  According to this article, Superman would have to exert at least 5,600 pounds of force to jump off the ground and to a height of about 660 feet.

Concrete can generally only withstand about 3,000 PSI of pressure (pounds per square inch) so when Superman jumps up, he crumbles the pavement below him.  Or the rock, or whatever.

EXCEPT, Superman isn't jumping up, he's flying.  He's taking off.  And unless his takeoffs require, like jets on an aircraft carrier, an extreme amount of acceleration in a short period of time -- that's why jets are slingshotted off aircraft carriers, because there's not enough time to get them up to speed via conventional means of having engines pull them forward -- Superman wouldn't need to leap that fast or that hard to take off, so whether he crumbles the pavement on takeoff, or doesn't, depends on how he's flying. If he's flying via a way that requires him to accelerate, then, yeah,  he'd probably crumble the pavement.  But he's not flying that way.

For starters, remember that Superman DOESN'T crumble the pavement when he lands, so he has a way to decelerate, which is to say, he has a way to accelerate in reverse, since "deceleration" isn't a thing. If Superman can slow down and land reasonably he can also take off reasonably, as well -- his acceleration gland, or whatever, wouldn't work in only one direction, would it?

For another, Superman isn't flying the way jets fly.  Jets fly by speeding up fast enough to take advantage of the Bernoulli effect -- a decrease in pressure by an increase in speed, which means that air flows more quickly over the top of the wing than the bottom as the jet speed increases, until the air pressure below the wing is so much greater than that above the wing that the jet lifts off.  Superman isn't doing that, because he's not shaped the right way, and flying like that would require that Superman not carry anything outside of him because that would alter his shape and affect his ability to fly -- which is why planes can't fly upside down for too long and also (probably partially?) why we don't tie cargo to the outside of planes.

(As for why Superman puts his arms out in front of him when he flies? Probably for the same reason you put your arms out in front of you when you dive underwater.  No particular reason, or to protect your face by breaking the water first. It may help him steer, too, but it's probably to cut wind resistance so his eyes don't keep tearing up.)

So if Superman flew the way jets fly-- requiring acceleration to take off -- he couldn't fly upside down.

IO9 once posited that Superman flies using "negative mass."  "Negative mass" is an as-yet purely hypothetical idea that some particles are negative, rather than positive, and that attaching the negative mass to  positive mass would result in a unique situation of reverse gravity -- while the positive mass would exert its gravitational pull on the negative mass, keeping them together, the negative mass would create the reverse, pushing the positive mass away (which means technically that the positive mass falls away from the negative mass), and hence being propelled forward.

This was actually proposed by two scientists in a project NASA -- remember NASA, back when science did more than intercept our emails? -- ran from 1996-2002 that asked scientists to invent rocket propulsion ideas that did not depend on the science we have now, and two guys came up with the Diametric Drive: tie a hunk of negative mass to a rocket and watch it fly away.

Since we don't know how far away Krypton was, it's possible that Superman is made of negative mass, at least partially.  If Krypton and everything around it was negative mass, that would mean that the entire system acts like a regular solar system, since the charges on the mass are all the same -- nothing's pushing away from the other thing and gravity works like normal.  Superman, being born on Krypton, was made of negative mass.  But once he gets to Earth, he's got to grow his body like the rest of us, which he does eating Earth proteins and the like, and so he's adding positive mass to his already negatively-charged body.

Since Superman has greater control over his body -- he can shoot lasers around in his eyes and consciously choose what spectrums to see, remember -- then it stands to reason he could turn this negative mass "on" and "off," and repel things around him.  That's not so hard to believe: athletes can turn their powers on and off, too.  Usain Bolt doesn't sprint everywhere, sometimes he just uses regular slow-twitch muscles.  So Superman can turn his negative mass on a little or a lot, and doing so, can repel other matter.

THAT is how he pushed an entire school bus out of the water: the bus fell away from him in a reverse gravity field.  And that's how he flies: when he turns on the negative mass, the Earth falls away from him, and he would fly in suborbital loops.

As he got better at it, he could use his negative mass powers to move away from other objects -- in essence, flying by bouncing off all sorts of other things at once, which is how he navigates around the city, and ALSO which is why he's not hurt when he crashes through walls: the negative mass repels the wall before it ever gets to him.  Same for bullets.  They wouldn't even rebound: they'd just get to him, and fall away, momentum neutralized.

WHICH IN TURN IS WHAT THE KRYPTONIANS WERE DOING:  They used the 'gravity machine' that caused cars to bounce up in the air and then down and which caused planes to drop like flies out of the sky,  but rather than simply increasing the Earth's gravity, was actually REVERSING IT, which IN TURN means that Zod's ultimate plan would have allowed him to kill humans by simply having them float off into space -- after suffocating in the lack of atmosphere, as the air itself was repelled by Earth's negative mass, and the Kryptonians would then use their own negative mass to cling to Earth and create a noxious atmosphere.  (All of which makes more sense, too, than the idea that the Kryptonians were going to "increase" Earth's gravity, something that seems impossible to do based on how gravity appears to work.)

All of which means that the "science" of showing Superman jumping and leaving a crater behind him is stupid.   And again, why go half-science? You don't have to get all theoretical physics to simply have the movie use accurate science.  In my book "Santa, Godzilla, and Jesus Walk Into A Bar," a villain uses the 'science' of a theoretical Santa Claus machine to try to take over the world, but almost ends up destroying the Earth by hollowing out Earth's core to get mass for the machine to work on.  It's all based on solid scientific principle (if by "solid" you mean "entirely theoretical and not yet possible"), but you don't have to know that to enjoy the book.

In the end, the ground-crushing is there to please the masses, who think "Wow, that's neat, Superman is jumping really hard!" and it all seems quasi-logical, but it's lazy.  If you want scientific credibility -- if you're striving for 'realism,' -- then you can't get it without being actually real. People fault Star Wars for having explosions in space, but I don't think George Lucas was trying to be 'realistic.'  He was just making stuff up and not worried about whether it would work.  "Planet-destroying laser? Check. Tractor beams? Check. Contained field of light that can slice people up? Check."  So faulting Lucas for bad science is like faulting a musical for having too many characters breaking out into song: it's the whole point of the thing.

But "realistic" sci-fi, like The Man Of Steel, and Battlestar: Galactica, can't have it both ways.  You can't say "We're superrealistic" and then not bring the science.  That's every bit as annoying and harmful to public interest in science as it is when Neil deGrasse Tyson craps all over something just to show how smart* (*annoying) he is.

Again: the point isn't that the science has to be REAL, it's that if you're going to PRETEND it's real, if you're going to make it realistic, why not do it right? Either go fake or go real, but don't do a little of both.  Movies hire legal consultants to make sure their legal scenes are plausible, and military consultants to do the same.  Did they hire a scientific consultant? (Other than Bill Nye shilling for Gillette, I mean, and using the wrong mathematical equation in the ad:



If you watch that, you'll see Bill Nye used an equation in the graphics to demonstrate... science? Something.  Anyway, the equation he used was not the equation for the science stuff he was talking about.  It was an equation for determining the rate of speed for falling.  When I asked him via Twitter why he didn't use the right equation for what he was talking about, he never responded.

(The equation for asperity is the "Archard equation," and it's Q=KWL/H, where

Q= total volume of wear produced by the debris,
K= the dimensionless constant
W= the total normal load
L= the sliding distance
and
H= the hardness of the softest of the contacting surfaces,

and using that equation you could determine how long it would take you to shave with a feather pillow. Which you could do, I assume, but it would take a long long time.)(Asperity would be one way Zod and Superman could hurt each other.)

In any event, as with science in movies, if you're going to use science as a graphic, you'd expect the scientist to use the equation for the stuff he's talking about as the graphic.

Another science-y thing that bugged me? How did Zod get so strong so fast? 

The explanation for Superman's strength was that he would grow up under the yellow sun of Earth and incorporate it's radiation into his cells, or something like that.  Along the way, it turned out too that it wasn't just the gravity or the yellow sunlight but also the atmosphere -- or at least, the atmosphere of Krypton could take away the newfound strength, so instead of Krypton's pieces becoming "Kryptonite," the atmosphere was what would weaken Superman.

IF that's the case -- if you accept that science, which you have to do if you want to suspend disbelief,-- then Zod would have two ways of getting stronger: first, his body would begin absorbing yellow sun radiation, and second, his lungs wouldn't be filled with Kryptonite anymore.

The process whereby a Kryptonian becomes super-ish appears to take differing lengths of time.  Kal El was in grade school by the time his senses evolved into something that drove him nuts -- or perhaps it had happened before but he never learned to control it?-- whereas Zod's senses hit that peak in moments.

So assume that the goopy air of Krypton holds Kryptonians back somewhat -- like maybe how liquid breathing can help develop lungs. Some experiments are being done on premature infants to have them breathe liquids (like the divers did in The Abyss) to help their lungs develop normally.  So Kryptonians breathing mucky air may have lungs that develop supercapacity, making them instantly stronger when they breathe thinner air, a theory that works for runners who train at high altitude: they're more fit and become stronger (exponentially?) by simply being in healthier atmosphere. That would make sense.

The sun is more problematic: you have to assume that it's the sun hitting the Kryptonians' cells that give them their power, rather than the Kryptonian building cells incorporating the yellow sun's radiation, and that means that it's instantaneous, something that's backed up by Superman getting his strength back as the clouds clear in the Indian ocean as the sun comes out.

So you can only explain Superman's late-developing eyesight and the like as either him being a kid and not fully using his senses until that one day, or to say that there were other such events in his childhood and he was always working on them until he could control them -- which latter interpretation makes Superman sound a lot more like someone who has autism, which is treated (these days) primarily by intensive therapy that simulates everyday situations and teaches children how to interpret social events and react to them in ways that society accepts.

In either case, though, it takes Superman/Kal El years to properly master his powers, while Zod and the others got control of theirs in minutes, even though they only just realized they had them.  Which means The Man Of Steel had the obligatory "Clumsy Superhero Learns To Use Powers" scene and then immediately undermined it by showing that the powers weren't all that hard to master, making Kal El somewhat of a loser.

Finally, what if Superman isn't merely autistic and an alien, but is also Jesus? Or:

Superman = Jesus? Probably, and TAKE THAT, EVOLUTION!



"For God so loved the world that he gave His only son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."
-- John, 3:16.
" You ARE my son. And I have to believe that you were sent here for a reason. And even if it takes the rest of your life, you owe it to yourself to find out what that reason is."
--Jonathan Kent
"You have a sense of morality and we do not. And that gives us an Evolutionary Advantage. And if there's one thing that History teaches us it's that Evolution always wins."-- Faora

That last quote is the one that REALLY got me thinking about this issue in the movie, although it was already heavy on religious overtones even before (as PT Dilloway also noticed) making Kal El be 33 years old when called upon to sacrifice himself to save the world.

Early on in the movie, there's a scene where Clark saves the busload of children, and the mom of one of the kids is in the Kent's living room saying that God did something to make Clark that way or to save people.  It's amazing to me that such a stunt, even 20 years ago, wouldn't have attracted media attention, given that a young comatose girl who was reported to be able to heal people became a phenomenon enough to draw thousands of pilgrims a year, but maybe it wouldn't have attracted all that much attention in the pre-CNN pre-Internet era where Reddit couldn't "vote up" Clark's feat.

That was the first hint that Clark was a messiah, and if there was any doubt about how we should view him, that doubt was disposed of when Clark went to a Catholic (?) priest to ask what he should do about Zod's demands that he turn himself over.  That scene (unintentionally?) mirrored the feeling of Jesus' time in the garden before being crucified -- the part where Jesus prayed to God to be let out of this duty, and God told him that he could not, a part of the story that actually is less satisfying if you think about it.

I have always taken solace in the idea that even Jesus could try to get out of his fate.  Having been put here on Earth for the sole purpose of dying to save the rest of us, even Jesus, the ultimate superhero, couldn't entirely hold up under pressure: he asked God, at the last minute, to let him out of it, to let the cup pass him by.  God said "no," and Jesus did what he had to do.

Looked at one way, that story is inspiring: If Jesus could waver in his most important job, we regular folks need not feel terrible about not always wanting to do what we're supposed to do, if in the end we go do it. Weakness isn't a sin; failure to try might be, but weakness is not.

But looked at another way, it sort of makes Jesus less noble, because God doesn't give him a choice.  It's not as noble to say "God made me do this, I had no choice in the matter" as it is to say "God gave me a choice and I chose the right path."

It's possible that I'm misremembering the story, or perhaps misunderstanding it -- maybe Jesus went voluntarily anyway, and it's not like it's LESS brave to do something simply because you have no other choice, but I think the story would have been more inspiring if Jesus made the decision on his own to go to his death, if God said "Do what you want, Son," and Jesus sacrificed himself.

That's one thing I was pondering as Kal El made that decision, with Jesus looking over his shoulder: Did Jesus CHOOSE to give his life? Or was he CHOSEN? There's a difference, to me.

It's hard to say whether Kal El really had a choice.  I mean, in a superficial sense, he had a choice, but did he?  And was it that much of a choice? These people show up -- his people, who he knows nothing about and I believe when they demanded he go to them that they hadn't really demanded anything of him that would be too terrible (they mostly sound like they're arresting him), but also remember that Kal El is Superman, after all: what HE knows as he's pondering what to do after Zod demanded he be turned over is that if he's NOT invulnerable (that was never made clear in the movie, after all) he's sure hard to hurt, and superstrong, and all that, so what he was faced with, his choice, was this:

1. Ignore the demand that he go meet his people even though he really had no idea that they wanted to, or even COULD, harm him, or

2. Go meet them and find out about his background knowing that he couldn't really be hurt, after all, or at least that it would be very difficult.

So to one extent he had NO choice: if he doesn't turn himself over, people get hurt.  And given what we knew about his background, we can expect he will make the right choice.

To another extent, that really isn't that hard of a choice, anyway, and not worth all the hand-wringing that he had to go through, and makes the Kal El= Jesus comparisons -- comparison that were overt even before they became ridiculous -- overblown.  Jesus, who also had superhuman powers, at least could feel pain and was not at all uncertain about what was going to happen to him.

I mean, there's this:


In which Zod overtly threatens EARTH, and needs to arrest Kal El, and then there's this:

Mark 14:32-42 They went to a place called Gethsemane, and Jesus said to his disciples, “Sit here while I pray.” 33 He took Peter, James and John along with him, and he began to be deeply distressed and troubled. 34 “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death,” he said to them. “Stay here and keep watch.” 35 Going a little farther, he fell to the ground and prayed that if possible the hour might pass from him. 36 “Abba, Father,” he said, “everything is possible for you. Take this cup from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.” 37 Then he returned to his disciples and found them sleeping. “Simon,” he said to Peter, “are you asleep? Could you not keep watch for one hour? 38 Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the body is weak.” 39 Once more he went away and prayed the same thing. 40 When he came back, he again found them sleeping, because their eyes were heavy. They did not know what to say to him. 41 Returning the third time, he said to them, “Are you still sleeping and resting? Enough! The hour has come. Look, the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners. 42 Rise! Let us go! Here comes my betrayer!”
One version has Jesus being strengthened by an angel, but either way, Jesus knows he's going to his death.  There's no question of being arrested or meeting his own kind or getting answers, and unlike Kal El, Jesus doesn't even have invulnerability or superstrength to rely on.  When Jesus tries to get God to change his mind before surrendering, he's trying to get out of certain death, which he then accepts.

THAT is a choice.  Kal El's choice isn't half as serious as Jesus', no matter how earnest the comparison is intended to be.

Then consider Faora's quote -- that "Evolution always wins."  She means "evolution" as in "Kryptonians have evolved beyond morality," which is clearly untrue: Jor El, at least, had a sense of morality, because he was trying to save the planet and trying to avoid the destruction and continued eugenicizing of the Kryptonian people.  

Be that as it may -- perhaps it was Jor El's morals that led to his death, too -- there really is no mistaking the moral/religous vs. science theme of the movie at that point.  If you didn't already get the "science is bad/God is good" theme from the fact that Krypton was destroyed simply for FUEL, and from the fact that babies were grown in a Giant Squid Matrix, you got beaten over the head with it like a Kryptonian taking an F-16 to the face when Faora spoke, setting up the major conflict of the film.  It's not humans vs. Kryptonians, or privacy vs. government surveillance, although those all factor in: it's faith vs. science, and faith wins in overtime, although faith has to cheat a little to do it, by killing at the end.

That now raises the question: is Kal El, in the end, more moral than the Kryptonians? They were willing to kill humans to save their own people, and to kill Kal El to free up the genetic codes for all Kryptonians.  Kal El was willing to kill Kryptonians to save humans, and neither apparently considered whether there were other options.  True, Kal El's was more a spur of the moment decision (one that was originally not in the script, but was added at the insistence of the writers over Christopher Nolan's and DC's early objections.  Zack Snyder said the killing was there to explain Superman's later reluctance to kill -- he is so overcome by the one death he deliberately caused that he later on does not want to kill, -- but Snyder also admitted that it was done to darken Superman up, by making future viewers wonder if perhaps Superman wouldn't kill again, if he had to, which of course undermines the first explanation for why Superman killed Zod) but in each case, the decision to kill this person for the benefit of that person was made, and it's hard to see the moral difference between those two decisions.

I'm against the death penalty, I should note.  So even if Kal El had tied Zod up and put him on trial, I wouldn't have supported executing him, and given that, I can't justify letting Superman make the spur of the moment decision that Zod needs to die to save a few extra people (given how many people had to have died already, Kal El's choice is even more starkly irrelevant.

Irrelevant, but educational: his choice illuminates, in a way we don't often think about, the difference between letting thousands of strangers die away from us versus letting one person die in front of us.  Many, many people support the wars in Iraq and Iran, despite the thousands of people who die there -- but I'm willing to bet only a tiny fraction of those people would, given the chance, order a US soldier to shoot an Iranian right in front of them, or would order the war to continue if they watched it on their front lawn every night.  There's a reason the US government cracked down on footage of battles after Vietnam -- the carnage shown to the general public turned opinion against the war, and since then, the homogenized and tightly controlled images have led to no wars being cancelled, and the largest protests against any military action in MY lifetime have been parents getting upset about a videogame that shows the battle of Fallujah too realistically.

Which makes it not surprising to me that we could find in a movie superhero an idol who kills, however accidentally or unavoidably, thousands through a wild battle in Metropolis, even one that then kills directly when given the chance -- not the necessity -- of doing so.  This is an era when fake presidents in movies launch rockets from limousines, and superspies mete out death in secret in the glassy buildings of the Middle East, to our approval.  Even the anti-government types of the Marvel Universe -- Tony Stark's loner Iron Man, Bruce Banner's Hulk -- happily go to work for the government when asked to do so, killing foreign invaders while friendly-firing thousands of civilians to death, civilians who in recent movies are our OWN citizens, ponder the symbolism of THAT -- and it's even less surprising to me that people could attempt to equate with Jesus this Kal El. This Kal El is a man raised to weigh the supremacy of life against other factors before deciding whether kids should drown.  It's hard to imagine Joseph telling a young Jesus (who never hid his belief that he was sent by God to save humans, unlike Clark) to let some people die rather than reveal his secret, and harder still to imagine Jesus not saving Joseph from a tornado if he could.

But that is the world we want to live in: flawed superheroes who are told they have morality, even though their morality appears fluid and subject to change.  I never cared much for Superman before this movie, as a hero or the subject of the story.  I'm not sure I care for this new Superman, as a hero, either, but at least he made me think.




Selected other readings.  
As I wrote this over the past two weeks, I read essays by great thinkers like:

Andrew Leon, on Strange Pegs, who didn't like the movie. Click that link to read his well-thought out critique.  Also, A. Lee Martinez did a series of "Superman Rebuttals" that were far more concise and coherent than the rambling mess you just read.

PT Dilloway, who knows a lot about superheroes and comics, got his review in first of all of them that I read.

Other Stuff I've Written That Was Referenced In This Post?

You don't really click the links as you go, do you? So I tried to cut down on that.  Here are some other things I wrote that relate:

Deus ex machina? In my book "Santa, Godzilla, and Jesus Walk Into A Bar," the plot (?) loosely revolves around a miniature trumpet that eventually is used by a guy at Jesus' direction.  Click here to buy the book for just $0.99!

We hate superheroes who inherit their powers instead of earning them? YES WE DO: Click here to read about that in my old post, "The Best Superhero Gadget."




Saturday, June 29, 2013

I'm about to get all grammar up in here. (Grammar Funnies!)

(This is a new series of posts inspired by author Andrew Leon, who frequently mentions grammar on his blog, but believes you cannot be consistently funny about it. Challenge accepted!)

This week in grammar news, some schoolkids decided to make Twitter slightly less annoying by correcting celebrities' Tweeted grammar mistakes.

DON'T WORRY! THIS IS NOT BEING DONE IN AMERICA, where we long ago stopped caring whether our kids "learn" anything at "school," just so long as the deficit is only increased by the amount of drones we build to secretly target citizens for death without due process.  (That's how budgeting works.)

This is being done in Brazil, where, surprisingly, they care about American celebrities and English grammar.  I say "surprisingly" because if you Google Image Search "Brazil" you will find...

... I just realized that if you "Google" the word "Google," as I did to begin that search, that "Google" is not the top result for a search for "Google."  Instead, "Google Maps" is the top result for a search for the word "Google" which means, if I understand how Google works (I don't), that most people searching for Google Maps type the word "Google" into their search bar.

Which means that people who want to use Google Maps are too lazy to type the entire phrase "Google Maps."  This is in a country which 150 years ago saw our forefathers and foremothers and foresons and foredaughters-- lots of people forget about our Founding Foresons -- saw those people crossing an entire continent using a large wooden box on wheels, without maps because how could they have maps? Nobody had been there before!  Also, there were not convenience stores, or, if there were, they were out of BBQ Fritos.  Talk about hardships.

Anyway, now we're a country that can't even be bothered to let our fat fingers type the rest of the phrase "Google Maps," letting our future computer overlords (or, to be grammatically correct, our postfathers)(PostOverlords) finish that phrase for us.

Which is not why it's surprising that Brazil is interested in American celebrities' grammar.  That is surprising because if you Google Image Search "Brazil" you get as the top result, this:


which, okay, that didn't work.  When I began that sentence, I was pretty sure that I would not end up with the Brazilian flag as the top result.  REALLY? Most people searching for Brazil are looking for the flag?  THE FLAG? And not, say, this?


Which is the top result you get if you search for "Brazilian." I HAD THE SAFE SEARCH ON, which is recommended if you try that.

So there is this English school in Brazil that's having kids correct celebrity tweets.   Like so:


  1. Hi @rihanna! I love your songs. My name is Carolina. I'm 11 years old. It's not to she, it's to her. bye bye . http://pic.twitter.com/JR8GtPW156
Or like this:


  1. I just watched what looked like a 7 year old girl make her own marmite sandwich. #differentplacesdifferenttastes
  2. @katyperry I'm Laís, 10 years old. Did you mean "I've just watched what looks like a 7 year old girl making..."? Kisses from Brazil.

They also correct spelling...
  1. Just herd NYC power went out?!?! Is that true
  2. @ryanlochte Hi, I’m Louise from Brazil. I'm 9 and I love sports too! Look, you missed an A in "heard". Best! http://pic.twitter.com/QKXMS9wM8V

...although in that case it's probably a lost cause.


The



Said the teacher about the program:

“We have celebrities that are not really worried about the language. Concerning education, it’s really bad, because when [children] see their idols speaking like that they come to us and say “but this is right, he’s American, he’s using it!” 

The saddest part about all this?

The report on how Brazilians are making sure American celebrities use proper grammar didn't even make the news in the US.  I got that story from a Canadian website.

I would right an outraged letter about this to someone, but Google wouldn't autofinish the address, so I gave up and buried myself in BBQ Fritos.

Argue if you want but I am dead on here with what you need.

Looking for some fun this summer? OF COURSE YOU ARE.  Who doesn't like fun? Communists, that's who. They HATE fun.  That's why there's so few of them around.  It's a little known fact that human beings cannot survive without fun.

Also, human beings need other things to survive.  Food, oxygen, tablet computers... OH PLEASE, I hear you saying "Hey, that's not a necessity!" but when was the last time you put down your iPad and noticed the world around you? I bet you're reading on a computer right now!

Gotcha, didn't I?

Now that we agree you need fun and electronics, let me tell you about Deal Dash: A penny auction site that combines all the necessities of life: fun, and cheap stuff that you can buy.

That link will take you to a video about Deal Dash that explains how it all works, but let me sum it up for you in a nutshell: At Deal Dash, you buy bids and bid on stuff that you want, and often times you get that stuff for literally pennies.  Well, not literally because you're using bids, but you get the point.

So anyway, check out that video, and learn how you can have some fun this summer.  Or go live in Russia, which has neither fun, nor summer.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

On the other hand, at least the movie's not based on a board game. (365 Poems, #43)

about 1/9 of the way through this!


Love is Not All (Sonnet XXX)

 
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; 
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink 
And rise and sink and rise and sink again; 
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath, 
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone; 
Yet many a man is making friends with death 
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone. 
It well may be that in a difficult hour, 
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release, 
Or nagged by want past resolution's power, 
I might be driven to sell your love for peace, 
Or trade the memory of this night for food. 
It well may be. I do not think I would. 
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If you read that poem, you realize that while 90% of the poem argues that love isn't what you need to survive, the speaker would not trade even the memory of that single night with her lover for food or peace -- even if the need for food or peace was "past resolution's power."

So is the rest of the poem an effort to convince the speaker herself? Or is it instead simply a statement of fact -- that despite it being that love cannot be eaten or drunk or floated after a shipwreck, the proof that love is more powerful than all those things lies in the fact that men kill themselves for lack of love?

The Hot Actress is Naomi Watts, who stars in the "most controversial movie" of the year:  "Adoration."  The plot?


The real story unfolds when Roz had a passionate one-night stand with Lil's son Ian (Xavier Samuel). Roz's son and Ian's best friend Tom (James Frecheville) found out about the one night thing and told Lil about the rendezvous. Consequently, Tom took revenge against his mother and his best friend through having a revenge affair with Lil.


You could see that movie, or you could simply watch the humorous video from Andy Samberg from which the plot is stolen:


I'm FREE to be what I want, and also to get free stuff, any old time.

You immediately remembered that "Soup Dragons" song, right?  All right, forget the Soup Dragons, if you CAN.  I mean, that 90s alt-pop is catchy, isn't it? It really is.  I'm humming it right now.  NO I MEAN IT, forget the Soup Dragons!  Instead, focus on the free stuff 2013 I am talking to you about.

That is, I'm talking to you, now, about All-Free-Samples.com, a website that -- wait for it-- gives you FREE STUFF.  Hence the name.

(I think "Hence The Name" would be an awesome name for, well, anything.)

I'm easily distracted today.  Focus.  Focus, man.  Focus on the travel freebies offered by All-Free-Samples.com.  What's that I said? TRAVEL STUFF? Yes, I did.

All-Free-Samples.com is the place to begin planning your awesome summer travels and vacations and whatnot.  Right now, on that sight, they've got dozens, or more, free offers that will help you get away and have fun this summer.  Free nights at Choice Hotels.  Free National Parks apps -- National Parks! They've got geysers! Have you ever seen a geyser? NO? Now's your chance.  Get your app, find a geyser, book a free hotel room nearby, get your free Sierra Club rucksack -- also offered on their site -- and hike to that geyser!  Then use the free admission to all the cool stuff (science museums, etc., etc.) to extend your vacation out, all for NOTHING.  FREE.  Awesome.  You can use some of the money you save on a postcard to send to me.

Anyway: bottom line? Free stuff, on that site.  Not just travel freebies, but all kinds of freebies.  You could probably live your whole entire life for free just by visiting that site daily.  Oh, man, now I'm going to try that. ADIOS!

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Stock Photo Self Help!

Everything I know, I learned from the people in Stock Photos.  TRUE STORY.


Friday, June 21, 2013

A word for a fellow writer, plus a free book.

I thought I'd let everyone know that Dieter Moitzi's book, "Miss Otis Regrets. And Other Short Stories" is for a limited time free on Amazon.

I know Dieter because he recently won a copy of one of my books in a contest and he and I have been exchanging humorous (?) emails. He let me know about the promotion on this book, and I figured it was worth sharing, because (A) Free book + (B) it sounds really good.  THAT'S MATH AND YOU CAN'T ARGUE WITH MATH.

Click here to go to the page to buy the book.  Remember, "buy" is a euphemism. It's free all weekend. LIKE ME. (I have no social life.)

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Calling Patton Oswalt! (Overthinking Stuff)

Today's Dinosaur Comics:



Was every bit as funny as back when it was a joke on Scrubs:




Confused about Patton Oswalt's inclusion in this post? This will explain.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Great, now I'm hungry AND I need to see if Sweetie likes "bruschetta". (Quotent Quotables)

I have a date in a war zone.

That's not bad going, actually, but now I need an Italian trattoria with check tablecloths and linen napkins.  I need bruschetta (that's "broo-Sket-uh," not "brushetter," a slender piece of ciabatta toasted and brushed with garlic and oil and covered in fresh tomato and basil -- the chunks inevitably fall off the bread and the olive oil runs over your lips and down your chin.  The whole thing is delicious, deeply physical and delightfully undignified, and a woman who can eat a real bruschetta is a woman you can love and who can love you.  Someone who pushes the thing away because it's messy is never going to cackle at you toothlessly across the living room of your retirement cottage or drag you back from your sixth heart attack by sheer furious affection. Never happen.  You need a woman who isn't afraid of a faceful of olive oil for that)
 -- From "The Gone-Away World," by Nick Harkaway.


It's probably just something like "importing and exporting."

I honestly don't know how insurance agents stay in business anymore.

Insurance agents exist, as far as I can tell, to take up space in that one building near the minimall, you know the one, where there's also a 'gift shop' that nobody ever goes into and that one office that just says "Joelson," without an explanation?  Oh, and also they -- the agents, not the gift shop or "Joelson"-- are there to help people find lower cost insurance while getting the same coverage, which is no longer necessary because now you can get cheap auto insurance Los Angeles or almost anywhere just by looking on the Internet.

Which is awesome: you used to have to go and talk to people to find insurance quotes, and then take your agents word for which one was best.  "I found you a policy, seems a little expensive, but trust me, this one is definitely the cheapest one out there, don't worry you can pay for it by selling a kidney," and then they drive off in their fleet of Porsches which for some reason are pulled by Percherons in full regalia.

Now, though, you can compare and contrast quotes yourself, immediately:  Go to that site, online -- you could do it once you finish reading this!-- and give them some basic information and you'll find out what insurance companies will charge you for the same coverage on your same car -- and you can save money that way, save time that way,  and avoid having to find out what "Joelson" does.

Monday, June 17, 2013

All right, that's enough, reading is reading no matter how you do it, okay? (Overthinking Stuff)

RE: Today's "XKCD."


I read this and instantly realized it was related to a story I heard about where Google is going to give people the Internet through balloons, a story I haven't bothered to look up to read yet, and now I won't have time to because this cartoon irritated me.

One could take it as a commentary on how the future sneaks up on people -- drifting in silently on a balloon to bring the entire world of knowledge to a guy trapped in the middle of nowhere with just one book-- a powerful metaphor, perhaps, for the elevation that expanding one's ability to learn and communicate would have over such a hermit...

..except for that Augh!, which implies that this is perhaps a bad thing, and I don't get it: why is the Internet a bad thing? There is not a single thing that the Internet does that cannot be recreated in the real world.  I get it if people want to pretend that all 'screens' (ARRGH I HATE THAT A SCREEN IS JUST A PAGE IF THE SCREEN YOU ARE READING IS A PAGE FROM A BOOK SO TURNING OFF 'SCREENS' IS THE SAME THING AS TURNING OFF THE BOOKS, IT'S THE CONTENT NOT THE DELIVERY SYSTEM) are bad -- I get that people want to pretend that, anyway, or maybe believe it, but they're not: as I pointed out here, kids today can still do all the crummy things we did as kids only now they have access to a whole world of awesomeness made possible by handheld computers that can almost literally let you have a wand fight using real magic, almost... almost.  That's so far way better than fake swordfights when we were kids that I don't even know how to quantify it.

But this cartoon?

This is just saying that the arrival of the Internet -- and in particular the arrival of it via a company which has as one of its stated goals the incorporation of every book ever written into the Internet -- the arrival of the Internet is a bad thing.  Is there any other way to take this comic? Any other way to interpret this solitary reader's startling fear at being told the Internet exists, than that the Internet is bad?

THAT is an alarming take from the guy who writes XKCD, who has always seemed to me to be something of a pretty smart guy.  I thought it was bad enough when Neil de Grasse Tyson, science-ruiner-in-chief, tried to crap all over Felix's Leap From Space, but now a guy with a physics degree who used to design robots for NASA is championing books over the Internet, and literally doing that over the Internet.

I get the impulse to poke fun at one's background: I tell lawyer jokes.  But I wonder if XKCD author is aware that his cartoon can only be read by me because of the Internet, and that absent the Internet, which is now available on balloons to carry his comics to other people, I would never have read his comic.  Absent the Internet, is a stick-figure comic strip about obscure physics topics going to make it into a book or newspaper? NOT HARDLY.

I mean, this isn't even a smart  joke or a funny joke or a wry commentary or a pun.  It's just... nihilism.  It's just saying stuff for the sake of saying stuff, and in doing so it not only manages to not be funny, but it manages to detract from the science and intelligence that many other XKCD strips aim to bring to people.  The other day, he had a strip showing the heights of ice shelves in the last ice age compared to the heights of cities and has done countless other strips that make scientific topics fun and interesting and now, apparently to fill space, he for some reason decides to make a point about... what?

About how bad it is that the Internet could come to rural places? Rural folk in New Zealand shouldn't have access to the same wealth of information we do?

About how books are great and the Internet is bad?  You know what was a book back before there was an Internet? "101 Uses For A Dead Cat."   Know what is an Internet site now? "Pro Publica", a site that today has stories on how Bank of America deliberately ripped off foreclosed homeowners, and an in-depth review of the Patriot Act provisions people have forgotten about.  BY ALL MEANS, LET'S READ BOOKS NOT THE INTERNET.

This cartoon is JUST STUPID.  I don't think I've ever gone from zero to incensed quite so quickly.  Seriously.  This cartoon is the pits, and it's made all the more stupid by the fact that it is written by someone who should know better.

AND all the more stupid-er by the fact that the little "hidden text" joke is a joke about how it would be funny to rip off companies like Verizon that offer 14-day free trials of internet hot spots.  YES, THAT IS FUNNY AS FUNNY AS IT WILL BE WHEN THE BIG CABLE COMPANIES LIKE COMCAST CONTROL ALL OF THE INTERNET IN AMERICA AND NET NEUTRALITY IS A THING OF THE PAST AND SMALL WEBSITES LIKE PEOPLE THAT USE IT FOR WEBCOMICS CAN'T GET SEEN BY ANYONE.

ha. ha.


Saturday, June 15, 2013

Stock Photo Self-Help: Education.

Want to live a live like the happy, well-adjusted, oddly-clothed people in stock photos? This series will show you how!


Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Brett Favre Legacy Update (Nonsportsmanlike Conduct!)

"So what I'm sayin' is, it just MEANT MORE to win one
during the 90s, know what I mean?"



Let's get one thing straight: when Brett Favre and the Packers split up, I chose sides, and the side I chose was the winning side (provided that by "winning" you mean "technically,  not really winning when it counts ever again.")  So when I read this headline:

Brett Favre Admits Fault For Divorce From The Packers


My reaction could be summed up as:




Luckily for me, Favre wasn't the only one willing to blame someone other than Favre for the tension between the team that didn't want the man that didn't want the team:

Retired quarterback Brett Favre is taking some of the blame for his ugly departure from the Green Bay Packers.
Favre told WGR 550-AM in Buffalo on Thursday that he was "at fault" in the breakup, though he says he feels like "both sides had a part in it."

The old "It's my fault that it's so much your fault" routine is not the only thing Favre's doing to get Ol' Number 4 retired.  He's also trading text messages with Aaron Rodgers, according to that same story.

But DO NOT get the impression that Rodgers likes Favre.  As anyone who's ever read Nonsportsmanlike Conduct! knows, Aaron Rodgers doesn't like anyone, including cancer patients. So while he's willing to text Favre, he doesn't see himself as a mediator, according to that same article.

I was going to create a series of fake texts between Favre and Rodgers to demonstrate that, but the apps to do that turn out to be really annoying, and also I found this ACTUAL text message exchange:




That's supposedly a set of texts between Minnesota 'quarterback' Christian Ponder and his wife, after Rodgers became worth more than all the rest of the state of Wisconsin this year, in a move that will doom the  Green Bay Packers to Colts-like upper-level mediocrity for the next 7 years.  

The joke is somewhat less funny when you realize that it would take 151 years for the average person on unemployment to make as much as Christian Ponder makes in a single year. Ponder -- a bottom-tier quarterback on an afterthought of a football team -- makes $192,000 per month.

Feel better about yourself now? Have fun at work today! Hey, maybe wear that NFL-team logo tie you got for your birthday last year!


Nonsportsmanlike Conduct! has been devoted to monitoring Brett Favre's Legacy since Brett Favre's Legacy first became possible; read prior installments here. 

Saturday, June 08, 2013

Stock Photo Self-Help

Or, how to live the kind of life you thought only the happy, well-groomed people in stock photos could have.

Today:  Business.


You will make your way to the top more quickly if you read the newspaper daily, and remember to keep your business secrets safely zipped into your jeans pocket.

Thursday, June 06, 2013

Or....... was it? (365 poems, Poem 42)

Bad Morning
by Langston Hughes

Here I sit
With my shoes mismated.
Lawdy-mercy!
I's frustrated!
______________________________________________________________________

What I found most interesting, really,  about this poem, was how simple it was -- seemingly.  If you read any Langston Hughes, you know that his poems are about racial and class divisions, poems designed to read like diatribes that rhyme, and then you come across this poem, and I read it and thought "neat", but then I thought, no, there's go to be more than that and I remembered William Carlos Williams' "Red Wheelbarrow," a poem that is sparse but still paints a picture of a farm and family near the edge of poverty.

So I took another look at this poem, and wondered, could it be about poverty? Could it be a parody of what the upper class (and white) people thought about blacks when Hughes was writing?

Yeah, I think so.

Here's another thing I learned today: before he wrote his first novel, Hughes was supported by a woman for two years who was deemed his "patron," sort of the way rich families would support artists in the Renaissance. It'd be nice if things worked that way, now, wouldn't it? Imagine if Bill Gates would send me a check for $10,000,000 so I could finally finish that short story I'm working on. Instead of having to shill for pennies by posting obvious click-bait like poems by Langston Hughes.  NOTHING gets people on the Internet going to your site like posting a Langston Hughes poem.

Oh, yeah, there's also this, which I throw in to get the snobbish literary elite:

"Name a hot actor," I said to Sweetie.
"Start pulling your weight on this blog," I told her.
"JT Timberlake," she said,
which is not his name.
(NOTE: THIS WAS NOT A HAIKU)

Art, for the rest of us.

La la lalala la la laaa

Oh, hello! Don't mind me! I was just singing my favorite part of my favorite song, the beginning to "Get A Job" by "The Offspring." CLASSIC.  It's a classic.

But as long as you're here, I can leave off my individual karaoke and let you know that you should NOT BUY ART ON THE STREET CORNERS.  Seriously.  You know all those sales that crop up on busy street corners or in the far edge of the parking lot at Kroger's?  "Starving artist" sales and the like? Yeah, don't buy from them, because they don't have the kind of great art you can get at a Fine Art Gallery like Amour d'Art.

Amour d'Art is an online gallery that lets you get fine art at quality prices -- get it? Quality = good-- and you can shop for the art at your leisure, sitting at your desk, keeping your monitor pointed away from the room where nobody can tell what you're doing, so it's like you're getting PAID to shop for ART.

(NOTE: Not an endorsement of slacking at work, but let's face it, you do.)

Amour d'Art has Pino Art and works by Tarkey, and the selection is always being updated and constantly worth looking at. So spice up your home, your office, your... what else do people decorate? Their cars? No, that's not right. Why can't I think of a third thing?

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

Up until today I thought I was more significant than a "Moo Box." (Greatest Thing In The World, EVER!)

This is not a part of my ongoing quest to get the "Comment of the Week" Status on Josh Fruhlinger's "Comics Curmudgeon" (but it can't hurt, right? Sycophancy never hurts.)

OH MAN I just came up with a whole new motto for me and everyone else in the world.  By the time you read this that will be the subhead for this blog.

Anyway, here's what I'm on about now, as the British would say probably, maybe? I don't know any British folk.  Technically, that's not true.  I know my "aunt," Suzanne, who I believe is British but isn't really my aunt because she and my uncle never married.  Or maybe they did, now, because I haven't spoken to Uncle Doug in years.  Who knows? Anyway, she's British, as is Prince Harry of Wales, and while I don't know him, I know of him and that's about the same thing, at least insofar as my chances of ever getting knighted are concerned.

Where was I? Oh, yeah, the latest Greatest Thing In The World Ever, which is this:


That's a real book, and an e-book, and it's real funny (and e-funny.)  I ate lunch today, as I do everyday, and at lunch today I thought to myself "What should I read while I eat lunch?" my choices being:

-- HuffPo
-- "The Brothers Karamazov,"
-- "The Gone Away World"
-- Other stuff like The New Yorker but I wasn't really going to read them so it was pretty much those three.

Then I thought "Hey, I'll read The Comics Curmudgeon instead," which you'd think (previously noted sycophancy and it's relationship to hurting already noted) was based on that being A BRILLIANT WEBSITE THAT OCCUPIES MY MIND ALL THE TIME AND I READ IT EVERY DAY.

Now that Josh Fruhlinger is no longer reading this post but instead has gone to tell all his 'buddies' (he uses the term ironically, I bet) that some guy on the Internet thinks he's brilliant, I can reveal the SECRET REAL REASON I READ THE COMICS CURMUDGEON which was:

My internet was loading slowly and so when I tried to go to the HuffPo front page to see the news, it took more than 3 seconds and I got bored and went instead to a different site, with the first one that came up being The Comics Curmudgeon.

So this post is basically being sponsored, as it were, by the simple-but-true-fact that if you make someone wait more than 5 seconds for something their brain stops focusing on that thing, which is actually probably true, if you take as "true" that I once heard something on Freakonomics, I think, about a hospital that revised its ER computers to provide medical histories faster because if a person waits 10 seconds that person, even an ER doctor, will forget what he or she was doing (I used "she" because doctors can be women, you know!).

I read today's Curmudgeoning quickly -- it's short -- which is good for internet people, 100% of whom stopped reading this post 8 words into it because it didn't contain a sexy picture of Sarah Hyland

until now


PROBLEM SOLVED!

So out of curiosity and because I still had some lunch left to eat, and therefore was not "done" with lunch yet, I downloaded the first 50 pages of that book-- remember what this post is about? -- for free,  because I'm not about to throw ninety-nine whole cents at something on the off-chance it might be good, right?

That's how people think about my books, apparently, anyway, so anyway, I downloaded the first 50 pages for free and was reduced to laughter and/or tears nearly 8 or 9 times in that first 50 pages, and found the rest to be so enjoyable that it immediately became The Greatest Thing In The World, EVER, and I heartily recommend you just shell out the $0.99 to get the ebook because I did, and I probably now will not get any more work done all day, but that's the breaks, kiddo, as the British like to say.

What makes it so great? Not just the hilariously bad writing, which is handily compiled FOR YOU by the book, but also the comments on each -- a one- or two-liner, usually, that has the effect of "sweeping the leg" when it comes to resisting the humor.

Take, for example, the "Moo Box" entry, which on Wikipedia is this:

The Moo box is a box, when you turn it upside down, creates the mooing of a cow.

And the comment in the book?

How’s this for a bleak realization: It’s extremely unlikely that your life will ever be notable enough to  warrant its own Wikipedia entry. Unlike the Moo box.

But this one was my favorite of first 50 pages, and what convinced me to buy the book:

At Disney Word, the Christmas Special ran until 2005 due to copyrights w/ some songs in the show like Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. But is rumored to return in the future!
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You’ve just encountered the most depressing
exclamation point in the history of the English
language.

I'm laughing all over again.

One more:

Wikipedia says:

A cheese sandwich is a basic sandwich made generally with one or more slices of any kind of cheese on any sort of bread.

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Book says:

From the Food Network’s newest hit series Anthony
Bourdain Phones It In.
It's awesome.  And, in case you were thinking about not reading any further in this post:



But actually you could have quit because it's over.

Want to know if there were ever any other Greatest Thing[s] In The World, EVER? There were but they were located on another blog, one that is sadly devoid of pictures of women in various states of undress but which does have MEN in various states of undress.  Long story.

CLICK HERE TO GO SEE MORE GREATEST THINGS IN THE WORLD EVER.

CLICK HERE FOR THE MEN UNDRESSED THING.

OH YEAH IF YOU WANT TO BUY THE BOOK THERE ARE LINKS TO EACH VERSION AND THE FREE PART HERE.

Monday, June 03, 2013

So Sam Champion picked his nose on national TV.

(And I was there to see it)




(Not there there, but watching-on-TV-there.)


Han broke up first. (Star Wars References)

While the rest of the world goes crazy over that breakup letter where the girl hid the guy's stuff, because love means never having to prove a letter isn't made up by, say, contacting the person who actually wrote the letter, I thought I'd share with you two Star Wars-themed breakup letters, because love also means never having to explain to your teacher that you have broken the cardinal rule, fallen in love, secretly married, and set into motion a chain of events that will eventually bring debris crashing down onto the jungle moons of Endor, spelling fiery doom for a race of innocent teddy-bear like people.

(What: you thought the remains of Death Star, Jr., would vaporize?)

The first is simple, to the point, and crude:

But what if you want to use Star Wars References not as a way to put people down, but to show how devoted you really are, by comparing yourself to evil or perhaps by comparing your beloved, now-ex, to the innards of an animal that smelled better when it was alive? You might write this:


Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a restraining order.

As for whether the more-famous breakup letter is real, or not, I'll let you make up your own mind.  The letter:



was posted by "Nipplesquirrelham" (Really?) on Imgur, but Nipplesquirrelham (seriously?) doesn't claim he/she wrote it; rather, Nipplesquirrelham (doesn't have a job, I'm 100% sure) says it's the best breakup letter he/she has seen.

Nip... ok, I can't... this person also has as a goal to get 100,000 retweets by using that name, and otherwise appears to be in it for the notoriety.  

Not a single news story I read actually found the woman, or the man, or asked Ni... forget it... where he/she got the note.

So I did. I left him (?) a comment on the site, asking him to tell me where he got the letter.  We'll see what happens.

(NOTE: HE WILL NOT CONTACT ME BECAUSE THE LETTER IS A FAKE.)