I watched Smallville for the first time in a while last night. Have you seen this show? It’s like a soap opera with superheroes. Well, one superhero and a bunch of odd supervillian-types. It’s very intriguing to watch the writers’ take on Superman’s boyhood, I’ll admit. I don’t want to burst your bubble if you’re a fan or anything, but Lana doesn’t show up too much in Superman‘s life. There’s a different LL – Lois Lane. You do always get the impression Lana was the love of his life, though, so that’s something.
Here’s a link to an interesting blog entry. This bloggist (blogger? blogman?) draws interesting parallels between how he treats his cats and how Capitalist/Socialist/Communist governments treat their citizens. There’s occasional salty language on the site (though none in this article), so be forewarned.
I went to the BMV today and I’d like to tell you about it, but I feel it deserves its own entry. Well, maybe not. I just found it interesting to try and pick which person was going to be “my” person. They’ve got a counter on the wall to tell you who they’re currently serving, and there were 6-7 people serving. So, judging by the number I have and the number on the wall, you’d think it would be easy to tell where I’d end up. Nope. I was 99. When they got to 98, I watched three separate stations open up…and the servers disappear. The took paperwork somewhere and never came back. I became worried about them. Other stations opened up and those servers started calling out names of people. What kind of system is this where I’m holding a perfectly good number and they start calling out names? Finally, my number was called by the one person I had not chosen and I took care of business. I really wasn’t there that long – I didn’t even get to finish one game of Bowling on my cell phone – and I have no complaints. Good job, BMV. Work on that number vs. name thing and you’re all set.