The fair red maiden has finally arrived at my doorstep. After tremendously enjoying the soreness in my bosom, I look forward to heaviness in my loins and much troublesome upkeeping for the next five days. Thank God for little pink pills of happiness.
I am however, not so enjoying the dramatics back a la maison. Ah maman, arrêtez voutre drame s’il te plaît. Ca m’énerve beaucoup.
Managed to catch Fantastic Four today. I must say, that silver surfer is one heck of a bad-ass motherfucker. Oops, pardon my French, let’s keep this PG-13 shall we? I would so like to see what the heck people look like in his world. Would they all be surfing on boards? And if one silver surfer was able to bring a whole planet-eating galactical monster down, why didn’t they just send an army of silver surfers to do away with it?
Oh wait, I’m just an idiot. I checked up on wikipedia and so the story goes…
The Silver Surfer is a fictional Marvel Comics superhero created by writer Stan Lee and artist/co-plotter Jack Kirby. He first appeared in the comic book Fantastic Four #48 (March 1966), part of what is popularly known as the “Galactus Trilogy”.
The Surfer was originally Norrin Radd, a young astronomer of the planet Zenn-La. In order to save his homeworld from destruction by a fearsome cosmic entity known as Galactus, Norrin made a bargain with the being by which he pledged himself to serve as its herald.
Imbued in return with a small portion of Galactus’ Power Cosmic, Norrin acquired great powers, a silvery appearance, and a surfboard-like vehicle — all modeled after a childhood fantasy of his. Known from then on as the Silver Surfer, Norrin began to roam the cosmos searching for new planets for Galactus to consume. When his travels finally took him to Earth, the Surfer came face to face with the Fantastic Four, a team of powerful superheroes that helped him to rediscover his nobility of spirit. Betraying Galactus, the Surfer saved Earth but was punished in return with everlasting exile there.
Waaaaaa. So cool ah! But didn’t he kill Galactus? Hmmmm. Ah, alas movie adaptations never stick stringently to original storylines and Marvel is so goddarn complicated so we shall not even go there.
So dear ol’ Paul came and left, just when I wanted to invite all to dinner. Too soon, too late. We’ll have a reprise in two months time, shan’t we? And perhaps a trip to Europe after, much like the good old days in Kuala Lumpur where we walked, talked and basked in our bullshit. But it was fun.
I want to go to Japan.
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