Poor Superman was supposed to be home by now, but alas, he now sits on a plane (11 hours late) that had made an emergency landing within 100 miles of his origins. British Airways is sending another plane to take them back to Abuju, Nigeria, where he'll start the whole journey over again. At times like this Superman needs to find his inner Shirley MacLaine in Terms of Endearment, at least in terms of rebooking. She throws a gigantic tantrum to get Debra Winger her drugs--sort of how I feel after a week of no sleep and pharmaceuticals and a sledgehammer are the only cure. When channeling Shirl, one tends to cut through the BS to get the morphine. Superman has no problem arguing with someone who budges in line but can he conjure up a big hissy to get him on the first plane out of dodge and back to Dish?As I wait for updates on potential passenger rioting, I have another pressing observation: Is it a coincidence or utter theft that the crew on The L Word go on a charity ride the same way as on QAF with their Liberty Ride? I expected someone to break their collarbone the way Brian does [aside: no one breaks anything but the beautiful lesbians play a sort of Truth or Dare which erupts in drama--so like us girls!]. Brian soldiered through, even riding on de-cancered testicles from Canada to Pittsburgh. What a trooper. Which again makes me think of Superman. Best wishes for his safe return!
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