Not many entries lately. I hate the holidays. I don't think I've left my house in weeks. I just sit around, drinking, getting high, so my power won't work. It doesn't matter. All the superpowers in the world couldn't save the world from holiday shopping stampedes.
Remember when Will Smith was in Ali, and everyone said it was such an amazingly realistic performance? Well, get ready for the latest in non-fiction:
This guy is my new hero. It's like they followed me around with a camera, except I haven't really saved anyone to date, and I'm not black, but other than that, it's uncanny.
I always wondered why Metropolis wasn't more pissed off with Superman about the property damage. You never see him fixing the giant holes he punched in things. Now there's something that addresses that question. By the way, can you believe I've had this blog over six months, and I'm still writing on it? That's got to be a record, and X-mas is almost over. Hooray!
I'm a guy. I can fly. It doesn't make sense, but at least it's simple enough to put in the title. It's like a superpower, but it only works if I don't care where I go. Basically, all I do is live on the money my parents left me in their will. My life may not be that exciting. It may not even be real, but it's mine, and I might as well write about it.