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Thing I’m surely missing from running lately, which I hope to rectify with my recent shoe upgrade, are the flights of fancy my mind’s allowed while only otherwise engaged in whatever autonomic function is required to keep my heart from exploding. (Well, that and my self-imposed health benefits.) News from Comic-Con is that All-Star Superman will be animated, though it beats me how they’re gonna fit all those wonderful stories onto an hour-and-a-half DVD. No, my concept for a Man-of-Tomorrow film to appease the Statler and Waldorf’s of the Internet would be teased opening with a crate full of weapons, handled by seedy African pirates or warlord’s henchmen. A wrinkled newspaper was packed inside, the headline exposing corporate corruption at the highest level—story, panning below it, by Clark Kent of the Daily Planet. The men arm themselves and begin a night-time raid on a poor village, and all looks bleak until they are engulfed in light. He has arrived, bringing with him all the powers of the sun, to this most remote part of the world, and makes quick work of a very different evil here, too. A little boy thanks him and he winks in return, then telescopically hears a woman cry for help thousands of miles away, and he’s off.

…And yet the comicbook-geek in me cannot resist.

[Compare less favorably to hand-drawn representations.] Can’t tell if it’s Ryan Reynolds or Will Ferrell. Look, there’s a Thor movie coming out, too!

Still waiting for this theme song to be played over the end credits, because that’s the sort of thing fans’ll eat up.阿嬤 didn’t seem to mind watching the boy for an unprecedented three hours, so we decided to wait on the next show at the mall. Summer’s growing ever so dumber, a new element with just the right shininess to solve RDJ’s latest tragedy is synthesized from a “puzzle” that’d been staring at him his whole life, the celebrity superhero addition with her own 7-Eleven cup only gets to show off on security guards and when my drink condenses, and an enemy who’s got your number all along forgets you can fly away from a self-destruct sequence. There’s not even any traffic stoppage on the freeway after a NYC suburb is turned into a war zone. So yeah, not quite a III (X-Men, Spider-man, Godfather), but no way a II (The Dark Knight, Empire, Led Zeppelin). At least it wasn’t Sex in the City 2.

I agree with Geoff Johns, Green Lantern would make a space epic to—well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves; any comicbook character can be exciting if done right—buy on Blu-Ray, at least. I really dig his “emotional spectrum” contribution to the mythos. How effective is that, from the simple observation Green is at the center of the rainbow? It’s like when I read my first use (I think it was in Spider-man) of the JASON calendar clue.

(A)DSL seems to be back up—either that, or it’s because everyone else is asleep—so I’m making up for being disconnected over much of the weekend. Woke up, anyway, from a dream about an episode of House from presumably an earlier season, where the teaser showed him in spacesuit, chatting via split-screen to a sick young patient friend… I don’t recall him ever being recruited by NASA, and I’ll surely give up on the series if the writers turn him into Homer Simpson like that, but for the sake of argument: she suffered from a seizure or syncope, prompting the titles, then we see House back on Earth, in a glorious mood. To Foreman’s dismay, he leads Chase and Cameron to join him seated in front of the open windows to appreciate the beauty of the day. I suppose it could happen, when he’s out of the nut house.

There’s no remembering all the others I’ve had lately, except for Kim quitting (which is bound to happen eventually, so probably doesn’t qualify as a premonition), one where I was playing George Huang’s role in SVU and trying to explain a perp’s motives to Stabler in as fluent psychobabble as possible, given that stammering was unbecoming of a professional, much less scripted television; and another which left me with the actual impression that a sitcom about the Silver Surfer working at a restaurant would be a good idea.

Even Batman made it look more real (was that from The Cult, I can’t remember): 5+ years as an addict and he’s over it in fifteen minutes, less commercials, then gets the chick. And the Chase-Cameron storyline has it looking like married life is harder. Besides, I liked having Amber around as an anthropomorphic—in science fiction, the kind that’s at least upfront about being out there, she’d be a hologram or whatever they were in Battlestar Galactica—representation of the brilliant mind’s emotional conflicts and deductive processes. What now, they explain her away as a figment of sexual frustration?

My recent rediscovery of Jack Kirby—spoiled somewhat, by Roy Thomas’ Eternals sequel—didn’t include these. Sound familiar? (I thought I’d pioneered online interpretation, too.) Ah, if only they’d unearth some royal pr0n, because that’s what might’ve made it a hit. None in mine last night; just ping-pong. I had stumbled upon a gymnasium where players assembled after hours. Their balls kept flying into the dark room in the back, and I went to help retrieve them. Most were oddly-shaped, larger than what I remember, and broken, so not worth pocketing for myself. I returned them to their amusement, individually wrapped in plastic.

Recent post on io9 reminded me of the positively geekgasmic issue for me from so long ago where Batman meets Holmes. I liked Alan Davis’ art, too. The two paired up again in last week’s Brave & the Bold, which, despite Cartoon Network moving it around in their usual fashion, I caught this morning before taking the car in.Oh, and Morrison & Quitely are doing B&R, but it doesn’t sound like All-Star Superman, bleh.

[Segue from my draft-delayed post about Street Fighter IV.]

As tempted as I am to play hooky and catch a cheap matinee, I think I’ll wait on the Lord of the Rings-sized Blu-Ray. I did, however, complete the Motion Comics on the flight to Heathrow and was very impressed how much better Flash artists have gotten at “animating” images since the Marvel Superheroes, most of the effort for which must have gone into their theme songs. (By the way, why aren’t the Mighty Heroes on DVD? Now there’s the team that Alan Moore really should’ve used for his comic book Götterdämmerungen.) Simultaneously fast-forwarding through the awful Day the Earth Stood Still remake it also struck me that smartest man in the world Ozymandias was wrong, and if anything 9-11 proved it; even had someone like him architect’d the attack, all the fear that resulted was only manipulated by the administration for their own ends. Maybe the fanboys were right, and it does need the squid.