Wednesday 22 December 2010

Let our enemies beware...there is only one superpower now.

Anyone that knows me know I love the character Superman. He is ultra cool and recently I have started rereading comics and catching up on what has been happening with my fave character. Did you know he got married to Lois Lane? I didn't. They were also a lot of other shocks along the way one of which is that BATMAN is seriously bad-ass. I never knew. All the superheroes with all their powers are seriously brick themselves when it comes to the dark knight. No one messes with the bat. But anyway I just read the comic book Red Son. It's a sort of retelling of the superman legend so that he is raised in communist Russia and not US of A. I have to say I enjoyed this book. It wasn't a Communist bad/democracy good rhetoric. It was actually a well thought out story with a surprise ending that make us think of the time being linear or cyclical. Anyway to all you comic book fans get down to your local library and borrow Superman: Red Son by Mark Millar.  I think I will be looking out for more stories written by Mr Millar.

Tuesday 21 December 2010

Time's running out...time for a change

I've been ill for the last, few days and in that time I've had the opportunity to think. One: I hate being sick. The lethargic feeling, the dizziness and worse of all the loss of control. Anyone who knows me knows I hate not being in control. You could say I'm a bit anal (a bit?! I hear some of you say). The second thing is that while lying on death's bed (man-flu, the worse) it makes you realise that the things that you think of as important in your life really are not that important. You're forced to rearrange your priorities.

I need to make a change in my life. I am mired in daily banality pretending to care about something that leaves me cold and resentful everyday. The "experts" all say "follow your passion", but what they don't tell you is how to find that passion. That thing that makes life worth living. All I know is that I'm not doing it and that means it's time for a change. It's going to be a new year and I'm pissed. Pissed that I'm not doing what I should be with my life, that I'm not following my bliss, and that "this" (waving hands about aimlessly) is all my life amounts to. It's time for a change.