I decided to just give

I decided to just give up entirely on Alias last night, so that J could watch Smallville, arguably his favorite show on TV. (As per previous discussion re: dead Vaughn and not-Sid, giving up Alias wasn’t really a sacrifice.) I have mixed feelings about Smallville. I will admit that I kinda like episodes like last night’s where they’re really dealing with some meaty parts of the Superman myth and messing around with introducing other superheroes. These episodes are fun to watch because J fills me in on what’s so interesting about Aquaman saying his mom died (references one of several plot line choices in the comics). My inner nerd likes all this. But then there are the episodes where people are possessed and become vampires or witches or Crazy, and those always involve the Crazy person making out with some unsuspecting person (Lana) who then gets Angry at Crazy because WHY would they do something so out of CHARACTER, completely forgetting the reasons why Crazy People kissed her the past eleven times (ie Meteors). And then shit goes down and everyone’s back to normal and not-Crazy apologizes while lying in the dark dark hospital.

Anyway, J’s so cute about explaining stuff, and you can practically hear his heart start racing when they make sly references to the comic book stuff by giving pre-Aquaman an Aquaman belt. Like last night, pre-Aquaman jokes to Clark, “We could team up, join the Junior Lifeguard Association together.” To which Clark replies, “I don’t think I’m ready for the [wait for it] JLA.” And all over America, you could hear nerds’ heads exploding with glee.

So, did you think this wedding madness was over? Well you were WRONG! Tomorrow we head to Denver for reception part II. I get to wear jeans to this one, though, so we’re working with some major differences right off the bat. I’m really looking forward to seeing all my Denver peeps and my Tulsa family, who drove into town. My mom made a whole lotta food, so if you’re reading this in Denver and it’s not Saturday afternoon yet: come hungry. I’m also psyched to go see a show at my friends’ theater, Buntport. It’s a scary play, apparently. My mom wrote to see what the minimum age should be (to see if it would be okay for my younger cousins to go) and this is the response she got: “As for the lower age limit I'll leave that up to you. There is no swearing but there are actual jump-out-of-your-seat scares, murder and many people told me that they were actually scared after the show. I talked about it with the group and we think it would get a PG-13 rating if it were a movie.” I am SO into jump-out-of-your-seat scares, so this should be good.

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