You may have noticed, but things have been a little quiet around these parts. Let's chalk it up to a suddenly busy day job and a vague sense of exasperation, and wrap it up with some Perry White mind-bending:
I suspected as much!
Aaaanyway, things will be back on schedule from here on — thanks for hanging in there!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Oh ... hello.
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lame excuses,
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That emotionless, severed Superman head will haunt my dreams.
I'm still trying to get past the idea that Perry is so ripped.
How does the mask disguise the Super-cigars? Also, does this imply that Lois has been trying to do it with Perry all these years? Ick.
Oh, if only Perry White HAD been Superman! IF ONLY!
Patrick: Super-cigars! I would kill for a story that has Perry smoking a super-cigar again. And hey, some ladies like the older guys (that's what I keep telling myself, anyway).
Sea: Can you imagine? I don't think he'd be as quick to answer Jimmy's signal-watch anymore.
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