Relative Dimension

I saw Superman Returns this afternoon. I was pleased. That Brandon Routh has the most wonderful face and I have to draw it. He and James Marsden's character didn't even fight, which I expected them to, and I'm glad they didn't. That actually would have been a little too much like X-Men, actually. Anyway, now they can have a threesome or something. And don't get me started on how delightfully evil Kevin Spacey was as Lex Luthor. He was having far too much fun, I'm sure of it. The original theme music and opening credits were an awesome touch. Nobody ever made theme music like John Williams. I'm not sure anyone ever will. And Bryan Singer, for your information, knows how to treat James Marsden right. He shouldn't let Brett Ratner play with him anymore.

I've got a doctor's appointment tomorrow for a change in allergy meds and probably some vaccinations. That should be oodles of fun. I can't wait to have lights shined up my nose and needles in my arm.

I've decided to watch a few of my favorite Stargate SG-1 episodes (okay, it's like a hundred -- there are a lot of good episodes) to get psyched for the new seasons. Unfortunately I don't have any Atlantis except for what I've taped, and my tapes are so screwed up I don't know what's on them anymore. Apparently we get to see Carson cry this season, as well as comfort from Sheppard in the form of a hanky. Aaaaww! If only he'd hug him. But he got kissed by Rodney last year, so that's probably more than I should ask for at this point.