Truth. And Justice.

I grew up on Superman. Christopher Reeve Superman. He didn't even really have muscles. Baggy tights. The movies were campy and fun. Lex Luther was a super bad guy. I've seen the 80's Superman movies many, many times. They were on Showtime. We had Showtime. Down in the basement on the orange shaggy carpet, watching Richard Prior try to be a bad guy.

Nice tights.

Not a lot of special effects. No part of it looked real. Even for me. A little kid. But, they were awesome. Awesome. He flew against the rotation of the earth and time traveled. Winning.

Wonder Woman was equally campy and unreal. But, beloved. She spun around... and kicked ass.

I've been highly skeptical as The Avengers and Justice League have been modernized. Worried that they wouldn't be good. Worried that all those memories would be wrecked.

Let me be clear. I'm a fan. They are funny and the special effects are good. They aren't going to win Oscars in any acting categories but if you want to go out and eat popcorn and be entertained, they work.

Last week I went to the new Thor and I loved it. I've long considered myself a Marvel kid... My affection for Captain America is probably unhealthy. But, now really, now that I really think about it, DC is where my heart is. Superman and Wonder Woman.

Never really cared for Aquaman. Until now. He's a badass merman with a drinking problem. And, I may have a thing for sparkly green eyes... Seriously.

Batman, Flash and Cyborg are all fine. Not particularly great. But, the thing works. They'll all get more of my money.

My only ask - bring back Lex Luther. Gene Hackman version.

Black Velvet

Marketing works.

Grandpa loved a Mac and seven. Or a BV and seven. Black Velvet and Seven is what I remember most.
The marketing worked on him. He was the prime demographic.

Now the amount he could drink was enviable. Mostly whiskey with a splash of seven. Just enough to change the color of the booze. Slightly.

Every night when he got home from the office, he'd have a stout drink. In an airplane glass. Then maybe one more. Reclined in his chair. Ruffles the cat at his feet. He'd sit and read the paper and enjoy his cocktail. Every night.

Then dinner. Dessert. Coffee.

Yesterday would have been his 96th birthday. I was busy and didn't get home until late. And, so, tonight, a bit late, I sat on the couch and had a whiskey. I don't drink it with seven. Just with a splash of water on the rocks. Because I've studied it and... there is a reason it tastes better with water. ...water interacts with the molecules of the whiskey... but, I digress...

Here's the thing, I'm not 6'6" like him. Not even close. Although I am a sturdy girl, I'm an average sized adult.

But, kind of feeling 6'6" tonight.

Post drink.

The last glass.