Smallville

I admit, I'm a Smallville addict. It began back in college when I saw that first episode...then I was hooked. Like Jelly Belly black licorice jelly beans*, addicted from the first go (or heroin, take your pick). Hmmm, I probably shouldn't kid about things like that, huh... not everyone out there reading (& there are millions, right?) gets my sarcasm & humor & might not realize it was actually a joke.

So yeah, thanks to my comic book fanatic of a Dad (& my cousins, Andrew, Dan the Man, & Kristen - you guys rock! except Kristen, why haven't you written in your blog? Get on that, ya heard?!), I, too, developed a certain, deep-seated affection for comic book characters. Don't even get me started on the home movies we cousins would make pretending to be X-Men... "Jeaaan! Noooooooo!"

Woah, tangent, anyways... when I heard the WB was making a TV series of Superman's high school years, well... count me in! Tom Welling playing the main part helped. He's pretty hot, ne, in that clean cut, pretty boy/Mama's boy kinda way.

Now, 3 years later, after all that episode watching on the couch in my East Village apartment beneath the poster Carebear gave me of Homer passed out on the sofa ("Livin' La Vida Sofa"), I'm getting to do some more. Except in Japan. Alas, Season 5 has just begun! And what about all those episodes in between? I still haven't missed one.


*Nota Bene on black jelly beans: You see, the best part about black jelly beans is that most people don't like them. Which means I get them all every time. How could life get any better than that?