Honestly, I don't know quite what to say right now.

I didn't know we needed him as much as we need him. I didn't know how much I wanted to see this happen. I didn't think it could ever be this good. Superman Returns all right, and not a frickin' moment too soon. Really, something just got stirred up inside me that is over twenty years old - it's that kid that literally wore his Superman cape until it fell apart, screaming around my parents' house in complete circles with his arms spread wide. I'd forgotten that kid was even in there. I thought he was happy with a DVD of the Christopher Reeve movie, which I visit once every five or six years, and a couple of "obligation" issues of various Superman comic books, just to say that I have a few. When I walked into the Silver Snail yesterday and one of the Snailers handed me the first issue of the new Morrison/Quitely Superman title, which I hadn't even heard of before that moment, I bought it because I liked Morrison, not because I liked Superman. When I downloaded that trailer tonight, I did it because I liked Singer, not because I liked Superman.

I love Superman. I look at that red and yellow emblem up there, I hear the Krypton theme that runs throughout that trailer, and that kid inside me picks his feet up off the ground and starts to fly.

I cracked Movable Type wide open this afternoon at around 5:00, so the blog redesign/upgrade project is finally moving forward in bold steps. Not sure if I'll do it this month, or this year, but it will have to happen eventually; I'm starting to feel like an old man with all this HTML nonsense. Meanwhile, have you noticed how Bex's blog has been like watching an ongoing chronicle of one woman slowly self-destructing... and willingly doing it in front of everyone because it makes her stronger, not weaker? Well guess what: that's exactly what it's going to be like here, too. Yup, she's pretty much my hero right now. She's taken blogging to the next level of emotional openness and self-awareness, writing about herself and her ludicrous string of problems with a candour that frankly makes my head spin. I could only hope to be doing this as well as she is. Right now, Bex is Superman.