Last night I dreamt there was a man named Winter. He was some kind of soldier. He felt angry and empty inside and had been alive for a long time, not aging or dying. Apparently he had no soul. He had died during one of the world wars. and his soul left the body, but somehow the body lived. I was Winter's reborn soul.
So I was thinking about why Superman doesn't work so well in the modern world of movies while Batman or Iron Man do, but he does still work in cartoons and comics
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She brought a vicious cold home from NYC a few weeks ago, and my immune system finally lost the battle, so its now quarter to 6 in the morning and I'm curled up on the couch unable to sleep. Bleh.
Just want to wish you all a very merry Christmas/Yule/Hannukah/Kwanzaa/Festivus and a happy new year from myself, Nicolle, Dog, Oscar, Molly, Piper and Alice!