The Death of Superman
Hmm… I’m saddened hearing that Christopher Reeve has died.
According to CNN:
“Reeve went into cardiac arrest Saturday at his home in Westchester County, New York, after developing a serious systemic infection during treatment for a pressure wound. He slipped into a coma and died Sunday afternoon at a hospital near his home.”
As some of you know, I’m a huge Smallville fan (though I can’t stand that they’ve added Lois Lane to the cast so soon…not to mention the gal playing her is SUPER annoying). Needless to say, Reeves has been on the show a few times and every time I saw him, I couldn’t help but feel bad…and yet glad to see him acting again. Strange, I know. Anyway, seeing my childhood Superman in a wheelchair and hardly able to speak and now hearing that he died… well it makes me feel like any Peter Pan chance of heading back to Never Never Land is gone.
Mr. Rogers, Capt Kangaroo, Jim Henson, Superman, …all gone now. Perhaps this is part of the reason I enjoy Smallville so much. It’s a little reminder of what it was like to be a kid. And HELL, it even has Bo Duke from the Dukes of Hazard playing Mr. Kent. It’s never fun to hear when anyone dies but hearing that a childhood hero has fallen makes me feel a little older and puts in check my own mortality.
Okay, enough with the morbid thoughts.
Lastly, I’m still in PAIN. Last Sunday I injured my rib playing Ice Hockey[yes, I've been playing Hockey on a league here in Los Angeles]. I’m not really sure if I was jabbed in the rib with the end of another guy’s stick or if I pretzeled myself while falling on the ice. All I know is, it’s been 8 days and my side still hurts. I think it’s getting a little better but it’s really hard to tell…mainly, since I’m used to sleeping on my belly, falling asleep is WORK. I am no Superman.
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