Smallville

I am a huge fan of Superman, he's my favorite superhero and quite frankly I've been in love with him since I was nine years old. So, of course, when Smallville started I was really excited about it. With someone like Tom Welling playing Clark Kent how could you not like it? So I happily and faithfully followed the show for years until I went to college and didn't have a tv anymore. When I did get a chance to watch it again I was very unhappy about what they had done with the story, bringing in characters that shouldn't be there, creating a storyline that was miles from feasible, things like that. So, I gave up on it. When I heard they had done the series finale I thought that it was worth a shot. Maybe they had done something really good to make up for the fact that the Justice League wasn't supposed to exist yet and yet they put it in there anyway. I found the episode online, settled down, and started to watch Tom Welling for about an hour and a half. I have to admit, they outdid themselves this time. I knew the previous seasons were terrible, but somehow I thought that the series finale would be something spectacular. Why wouldn't it be? Clark Kent is supposed to become Superman, that should be epic! And yet, instead I got something cheap, corny, and insultingly bad. The plotline was so ridiculous it put the others to shame. Clark and Lois married? What's that about? It was bad enough they introduced her into the story too early. The effects were so bad it looked like some cheap SyFy show. Worse, at times, especially Darkseid. And the music, oh, the music was so bad it almost hurt to listen to. They went through the effort to put Clark in the Superman suit by the end, of course, but never bothered showing him completely while he was wearing it. Just some vague shots of his torso here and there. The whole episode was an embarrassment to Superman and all the people who made the Smallville series. How do they expect to generate interest in Superman when they shovel crap like this at us? This is why I stopped watching Smallville in the first place: if you have any notion of what the storyline is supposed to be, the whole thing is a travesty and quickly becomes unbearable. My favorite thing to say while watching the finale was "someone got paid to write this?" So, we can add horrible dialogue to the rest of their shortcomings and blatant mistakes. The sad things is, they put effort into this, and I must say, it does take some serious effort to screw up my favorite superhero this badly. Wake up, people, and give us something decent. So, here's to having your hopes and expectations trampled on. Well done.

Negligence

I have somehow fallen out of the habit of checking Deviantart every single day as I used to. I used to be in the habit of checking it several times a day, in fact, more than I bothered to check my email. But lately, since I'm using a shared computer, or whatever the issue is, I haven't been checking it as often. When I do remember to check it, however many days it's been, I find my inbox stuffed full of messages and notifications. Somehow I still haven't learned my lesson and started checking my Deviantart every. single. day. Why is this a problem? Quite simply because when I logged in today I had over 1,600 messages and notifications demanding my attention. The last time I left it alone for a week it had over 2,000. This is why I need to check it more often, so I don't have to sift through a single set of notifications numbering roughly 400 all stacked together. And that's just for Bleach. Nevermind Naruto, the people I watch, etc. This requires copious amounts of clicking that is bound to be irritating and distracting to those around me. They really need to make some checkboxes for those things so I don't spend all morning clicking over and over and over again. 400 messages takes a lot of clicking! And then I have to do it seven times over, or however many it is today, to get through all the other stacks. Come on, this BEGS for checkboxes! Of course this just boils down to me checking my messages more often. I'll get on that.

Irony

I write quite a bit, usually nothing terribly serious or anything, but I like writing. I don't much care for writing papers for school, but I do it anyway, and I do get some satisfaction out of it when I'm finished. Approaching these things, papers, short stories, much longer stories, I don't feel very apprehensive. With the papers it's more of a feeling of "another one? uggghhh" more than anything. With stories, it's not relevant what feeling that is beyond "yay, it's actually fun to write this!" However, for my assignment this week for my oh-so-exciting rhetoric class is to create functional and chronological resumes as well as two cover letters. Faced with writing a cover letter leaves me with a sense of "graggpoiahsn;fwneio;ah*^OUIHfa@#&#!!" Basically, complete gibberish going through my head. Complete and utter gibberish mixed with panic. A cover letter? I can't write a cover letter, prospective employers read those, they scrutinize them, I have to *shudder* convince them to hire me! This, ladies and gentlemen, is scary. Give me a twelve page paper on psychological resilience in literature, I can do that, a ten page paper on heroic archetypes and human society's need for them, piece of cake. But a cover letter, oh no, that's just... gyuhhh. Sound it out, it's a very descriptive word.
Somehow the challenge of actually talking about myself rather than cut and dry literature is far more challenging. Nevermind the daunting task of trying to convince someone I've never met how marketable I and my job skills are. Last time I checked working random jobs to pay for my textbooks and spending the rest of my time in school doesn't portray much skill in the real world. Real world, what's that, have I been there? Hire me and I promise I can do the job, it's not my fault I haven't actually done the job before. Blame the employers who demand experience for the job but don't hire you so that you can actually get said experience. It's quite the circular and pointless little dance. All in all, I hate cover letters. But, I doubt I will ever be able to escape them.