I think the idea of Galactus with a gold tooth, flashing gang signs, and going “East SIIIIIDEE” before taking a bite out of Earth is no worse than most of the comic book stuff I’ve seen lately.
I don’t think that I have a destiny. I do have a direction… I want to thrive while doing good work. I think the idea of “fate” is awful situation… who wants to be stuck on one track, no choice, trapped?
Random Scotto factoid: I am made of meat and blood, bone, teeth and hair. There’s some bacteria, dust mites and plant life, too. Electromagnetic impulses, sticky mucus, bright blue eyes and a titanium pin.
Saw about 10 minutes of Smallville last night… meh. Maybe it was an off night, but Clark and Lana seem to be less able to act than most of the co stars. Maybe they suffer from “Vader” syndrome… hired just by looks, not ability. It seems that the show relies on shining reflections off of people’s eyes, too.
Quote from the episode – “A man is measured by the quality of his friends.” If that’s the case, I’m in good shape, and my bro’s in a bit of trouble.
How’s the saying really go? Quality of his years? Maybe that’s more of an internal thing.
Lost was a lot better… but I don’t like 10,000 speed film or whatever. The “Gladiator/sports photography” look just doesn’t engage me.