pink lightning

I do like summer thunderstorms. Yesterday, I rode through a nice NY drizzle in Prospect Park and decided I like that, too. I think growing up in a city that had its fair share of summer/fall thunderstorms and gushing rivulets of draining water dotting the landscape definitely predisposed me to feeling somewhat nostalgic for all of the downpouring that has been transpiring over the past few days. People told me before I moved here that the weather in NY was terrible. Not terrible, Chicago terrible, but terrible, not as good as SF terrible. So far, they have been proven to be prejudiced by their own view of what makes for good weather and what doesn't. I know, I know... there is still August. Looming, like a swear word, over it all. I have heard that August sends men screaming to their deaths. So far, June and July have been rather nice -- June, in fact, was deliriously gorgeous for the most part. I had no idea. I know from previous experiences that September and October have some definite highlights, too. This August thing, though. Well, it's definitely like waiting for a blockbuster sequel to arrive.

Speaking of: Spiderman 2 -- good sequel, as sequels go. And a halfway decent comic book movie, though definitely more on the chin scratching introspective side of things than on the out of control action side of things. It reminded me, strangely, of the curious turn of events diagrammed in Superman 2, wherein Superman decides that he needs to become normal for Lois Lane. I don't know the Spiderman comic book storyline well-enough to know if this thread was pilfered so directly or if -- maybe -- this is just a phase that all superheroes go through. Heck, I even contemplated giving up my superpowers for the love of a good woman. If only I could find one. Or get superpowers to start with. I have a feeling if I were gifted with them, they'd be totally useless ones, like being able to color coordinate or transmogrify metals into Spam or something.

And I read the most amusing thing on someone else's blog the other day -- maybe I'll find the URL again...but, it essentially visually compared Dick Cheney to Dr. Bunson Honeydew (of the Muppet Show)...and they do look surprisingly similar. It might explain a lot of things...like, how GWB looks very similar to Beaker...though, if he spoke like Beaker, I think the world would be in a far better state of things. Pity. Beaker/Honeydew for Prez ticket might be worth something. Hell, all they ever did was blow up Beaker. And Muppets have outstanding regenerative powers. Maybe GWB has confused actual people with Muppets. It wouldn't surprise me -- I think the grasp one has on reality slips in direct relationship to how long one sits in the oval office. There's something about the negative ionization field that the Lectroids from Planet Ten created over it...