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The Skull and the Heart

Dear Planet Earth,

We’re packed up in Jeeps, ready to act as a diversion for murderous mole men, I’m using a cane surprisingly well considering it’s my first time, and I think I was offered a sponge bath by Dr. Brooke, but by far, the most interesting part of my day was the conversation I just had with a seven year old boy.

An older woman here, I think Nancy or Ashley is her name, warned me ahead of time that I’d get a visit from my mysterious skull thief. He came up to me just as I was about to take a much needed seat in the back of one of the trucks (I never realized how hard it is just to stand sometimes).

“Hello,” I said, shocked and a little frightened of the scowl across the boy’s face. “Or ‘hola.'”

He thrust the contentious skull towards me. I could see layers of ash caking his small fingers.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

The soldiers around us lifted crates onto the vehicles, the civilians cried goodbyes to the friends and relatives they were leaving at the hospital. Somewhere, maybe only a few miles away, an army of subterranean invaders were on their way to kill us all.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Marco.”

I searched the boy’s face, his unkempt hair, his faded Superman shirt, for something, anything that said more than “Marco.”

“Why’d you take it?”

He shrugged his shoulders, and his scowl began to fade as he blinked a few times rapidly. He hung his head, but the arm and skull remained outstretched.

“You can hold on to it for now. You’re coming with us, right?”

Marco nodded, spun around, and made a beeline for the truck with Nancy or Ashley.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I said.

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Your Local News

Dear Planet Earth,

So, this was a pretty interesting news day, huh?  On top of Steve Jobs dying, Chris Christie and Sarah Palin finally confirmed what they’d been saying all along.  I’ve only been paying attention to politics for the past year or so, but I really have to say that it doesn’t look a whole lot different from the dramas playing out on TMZ (which explains a lot of the overlap).

The one piece of news that really stuck out to me and seemed to go under the rest of the press’s radar was presidential candidate Herman Cain’s comments about the protests on Wall Street.  This guy wants to be president of the United States and he actually said these words: “Don’t blame Wall Street.  Don’t blame the big banks.  If you don’t have a job and you’re not rich, blame yourself.”  Well, that really got my (and I would hope, any rational and moral person’s) blood boiling.

This afternoon, I spent a good part of the day wandering the lower part of the Strip with some friends and, as usual, found a homeless man begging for money.  He smelled awful and had a terrible gash on his knee completely uncovered.  He was tan, tanner than any homeless person I’d seen before, and he was asking for just a dollar.  A single dollar to turn his life around and get him the American dream he was promised.

Of course, I ignored him.  My friends and I used a fake ID to buy beer and got drunk behind the Stratosphere.  But I couldn’t get the image of the homeless guy out of my head.  Two hours and three bottles later, all I could see was the guy’s rocking silhouette in front of a long line of neon lights and limousines.  And am I any better than Herman Cain?  Would Mr. Cain really tell this guy that he just needs to get his act together?  Would Mr. Cain visit the tent cities across the country and preach to them to stop being so lazy?

I really don’t want this to turn into yet another political blog, but his comments really got to me tonight.  On a lighter note, Russell Crowe’s going to be in the next Superman movie.

The Universe

Dear Planet Earth,

Speaking of imperative social issues, I’m not sure how I feel about the future of the DC Universe.  In case that made absolutely no sense to you, DC Comics recently decided to start all of their titles over again with all new story lines.  This means Superman, Batman, and yes, even Red Tornado will start all the way back at issue one.

Except these new issues aren’t issues at all in the physical sense, but solely digital comics.  And although many of these titles are labeled #1, they don’t present our heroes from their origins.  In fact, the Blue Boy Scout and the Dark Knight are supposedly already well-known heroes in the new universe.  The whole situation is confusing and makes me wonder why I spent years and years reading these stories if they don’t even matter in the current continuity.

On the other hand, you do need to mix things up every twenty years or so.  Lord knows Marvel has its share of characters who could use an edgy update.

Well, this is slowly turning into a very nerdy blog, isn’t it?

The Intro

Dear Planet Earth,

Well, here we are–the first post of my first blog.  Like most new blogs, I have no idea what I’m going to be writing about, and like all other blogs, this will probably just turn into a endless rant about how hot Megan Fox is.  For now, the plan is just to use this as a daily exercise to hone my writing.

Writing is supposed to be my passion, but it gets harder and harder to remind myself of this everyday.  My mom thinks I should just forget about my crackpot dreams of becoming a starving artist in New York, living off of ramen noodles and rejection letters that always end with, “All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then Success is sure,” and pursue a real career in anthropology, the only other subject I show a modicum of interest in.  But the real truth of it is, I’d rather just sit around all day watching old episodes of Superman.

Shit, maybe I actually do have enough drama to fill a whole blog with.  On the other hand, isn’t Megan Fox really hot?