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All In All, It Looks Like The Day Is Going To Be Super, Man

Yeah, that’s right, dudes.

You read the title correctly.

I made a punne, or play on words there. Because I’m so ready to see the Superman movie, Man of Steel. Seriously, I just can’t wait.

I know there’s going to be stuff in the movie that makes me want to tear out the few remaining hairs on my head, I know this. Still I can’t wait. I’ve read a few advance reviews and the amazing thing is that I think I’ll finally be getting something I’ve wanted from a Superman movie for a long time: Superman will be punching things with his fists.

He won’t be fighting a real-estate land grab. He won’t be a deadbeat dad. Or a stalker.

I am excited.

I also am at the theater. Which is why this is so short. In fact, why not go see the movie as well?

Come on, man. It’ll be super.

Wait, that didn’t work.

I . . . No, never mind. I’m out.

I’ll let you know what I think of the movie early next week. If you see it before then, stop by the comments and let me know what you thought of it. I really want to know.

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Brotherly Love In It’s Purest Form

With Zippy the College Boy and Sarcasmo away, poor little Hyper Lad is the only little dude left in the house, outnumbered and outgunned.

He came home from school the other day while I was walking Buzz, the garbage disposal that walks like a dog, and I hailed Hyper Lad and waved him over to talk. We played with Buzz in the front yard, chatted a little bit about his school day and such like that.

Down the street, we saw a young dude named Marky K get out of his car. Marky K goes to school with Zippy the College Boy and was his ride home for spring break. Which, apparently, Hyper Lad had forgotten.

“What’s Marky K doing here?”

“He came home for spring break with Zippy the College Boy.”

“What?” Hyper Lad asked, dropping the stick with which he’d been teasing the dog. “Zippy the College Boy’s home? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He raced across the lawn and through the front door, pausing only to shed his backpack somewhere near the front entrance, and pounded up the steps to where his brother sat on the couch watching TV. I don’t think I’ve seen Hyper Lad that excited and that happy for a long time.

Growing up, I was the oldest child. I wasn’t left at home with only the parents. I was the one who took off, so I have absolutely no idea what Hyper Lad is going through. He and his middle brother grew especially close when Sarcasmo went off for his one-semester try at college.

They bonded tighter than ever. And then Zippy the Monkey Boy became Zippy the College Boy and poor Hyper Lad was left all alone.

I wonder how Zippy the College Boy feels, being the recipient of that wide, joyous smile? Knowing his younger little brother adores and worships the ground on which he walks? Does he understand what a lucky young dude he is, to be so admired?

Curious, I asked the young dude exactly that.

“Hewuh?” was the answer I got.

Yep. About par for the course. They might go off to college, but their brains are still on vacation.

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Brace Face

It’s been a rough week for Hyper Lad. Let’s give the little dude a big, “Awwwwwwwww.” He’s been drowning in homework and it’s been filling his weekends as well.

To top it off, he’s now joined the legions of the Walking Braced. Yeah, he’s a brace face. A metal mouth. He’s now in very real danger of getting dragged across the quad by his teeth when Magneto attacks his middle school. (Note that said when, rather than if. I just have a feeling Magneto doesn’t like middle schools.)

He is, to put it mildly, not happy about this latest development.

I’ve been having a great deal of difficulty as well. Mostly that difficulty has been in trying not to laugh at the poor little dude. It’s not that he looks all that funny or anything. It’s just that his reactions have been so stereotypical this whole time.

When he got the braces on this past Monday, he wouldn’t smile. He told me as I dropped him off at school that he would not be smiling for a long time because people would make fun of him.

Honestly, I didn’t realize that was a real reaction. I thought it was something Hollywood script writers made up and that then sunk deeply into the cultural zeitgeist. Who knew?

He’s also lisping and that’s my fault for the hilarity. I’m sorry, but he just sounds so darn funny. Normally, he’s the best enunciated of the three young dudes in the family. Zippy the College Boy tends to mumble. Sarcasmo is a fast talker. Hyper Lad, I thought, was the one who would go on to public speaking. Or at least be understood when he asked for someone to pass the soft, non-chewy food at the table.

Now come the braces. And he’s barely able to talk legibly. Again, I’m sorry. I know it’s wrong to derive amusement from his lisp. He can’t help it. Lisps aren’t supposed to be funny. This time? It is.

I am definitely going to hell for this one.

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