Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Happy 75 Kal-El

This video is brilliant!

My very first nickname given to me by a non-family member was as a kid in Singapore. There was an Italian restaurant my parents loved (maybe my brothers remember the name...).

... the waitress always called me Superman because the hair on my widow's peak would always curl down over my forehead (it still does). Even though I only rarely collected Superman comics themselves, I - like everyone else that's part of western culture or the modern world - have always secretly loved the Big Blue Boy Scout.


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