And it’s not just facts I’ve forgotten either. I’d forgotten how funny and brave Pippin was, how loyal Sam was, how pretty Anduril was. And Elrond. I don’t think he was right in the film, in terms of looks -he was too old and not pretty enough. But he spends most of the last two angsting over Arwen, and for that, I can forgive a lot.

I stopped writing in the fandom because I thought I’ve said everything I could about Elrond and Estel. Well, Elrond in general, but those two especially. And now I’m thinking there are loads of things I didn’t write. Which could have been because I read them instead, but, that was years ago anyway.

I am currently re-reading Nilmandra’s History Lessons because it’s good and has lots of Elrond, but also because I’ve forgotten a lot and if LOTR is hard to get through (and it is – I hate description, Tolkien loves it…), The Silmarillion is worse.

I did, however, manage to write a drabble: My Heart and in the words of Samwise Gamgee: I’m back. Or at least, I intend to be.

And I leave you with my new found screen capping ability of one of my favourite scenes (despite not being in the book) as it features Elrond, Aragorn and an exceedingly pretty sword.

Elrond, Aragorn and a sword

Elrond, Aragorn and a sword

Elrond, Aragorn and a sword

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The cinema was nice and empty. The 3D glasses cost me 80p(!) and say on them that you should only wear them in theatres. So I shouldn’t have been wearing them in the cinema… The thing with 3D glasses is they used to be cardboard with red and green coloured eyes. Now they’re proper plastic glasses, which don’t work well over glasses. So my nose really hurt. And the 3D didn’t add anything – it was completely pointless, but there wasn’t an option of seeing it in 2D.

The film itself was a bit of a case of spot-the-actor. Alice’s mum was Lindsay Duncan. I spent the film trying to work out why I recognised Hamish – it turns out he was in the first series of Ashes to Ashes, which I watched recently. And I eventually worked out that Alice’s brother-in-law was a copper, but I had to look it up to discover he was one of the Sergeants in Midsomer Murders.

I liked it more than the SyFy version – although that did turn Alice into an American, which I object to in principle. They both used the same bits of the books and missed out some of the best bits – like The Walrus and the Carpenter for instance.

My two complaints with it were that the young Alice looked like a doll and they kept calling the Jobberwock the Jabberwocky. To the extent where I thought maybe I was wrong, but I looked it up when I got home and it is the poem that is called Jabberwocky, the creature in it is a Jabberwock. That’s quite hard to get wrong if they’d just read the books!

All in all it was alright, but they took a lot of the childish mystery out of it. They turned croquet into a horrible sport that hurt the hedgehog and that’s not what it’s all about. I’d say that the books are much better, but that’s always going to be the case, really.

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So I bought a spirit level and found that it mostly wasn’t level – but I can only really tell that when I drag it out into the middle of the kitchen floor because I don’t have x-ray vision. So I played with the feet a bit and it seemed to help at first, but then it didn’t. Today I looked at the manual more carefully and thought that maybe the bolts on the back of the washing machine are the transportation bolts that have to be removed – otherwise it behaves in the manner that it has been. Now, I’d assumed, because I wasn’t watching all that closely, that when the men brought it up they’d removed everything that needed removing before they connected it up and put it in my kitchen. I only realised because I was wondering what the plastic things were in the bag – the instructions tell you nothing about where the bolts actually are – just show you a picture of the bolts.

But when I tried to take them off I found that my pliers just weren’t going to do the job. Which was particularly annoying because I’d been out earlier that day and could have bought a spanner. But anyway, I went out again in my nice hot car and then spent ages in Focus trying to find a spanner – it wasn’t helped by me forgetting to take my (prescription) sunglasses off or them being labelled wrenches – fortunately I learnt a few years ago that wrench is American for spanner. Which was just as well because the wrenches don’t look much like I’d expect a spanner to look.

Anyway, it worked, with a lot of pulling, and when I spun the washing (with the washing machine in the middle of the kitchen floor) it was quiet and didn’t move – except it made the whole floor in my flat shake. However, it didn’t seem stable to me so I adjusted the feet and then the spirit level said it was less stable. When I put it back under the side it got unstable again, so I adjusted the feet back to where they were and the spirit level is happy. So I’ll see what happens when I do some more washing tomorrow.

Because that clearly wasn’t enough, Thursday morning I got into work to find that the little bit of a leak in the ceiling above my desk had turned in a big leak. When I got in people were clearing off my desk, so I’m now sat somewhere else for the time being. But I have bits of paper that are all crackly from being wet and a new keyboard on the way because apparently water poured out of it! My chair got wet too, so I’m working my way through the spare chairs in the office, which are all uncomfortable, which is why they’re spare…

All this was coupled with there being hardly anyone in the office – I know it’s August and therefore holiday season, even if the weather doesn’t seem like it most of the time – but for some reason most of the office had this last week off. So it got a bit crazy at times.

On the plus side, I saw Harry Potter at the cinema ten minutes walk from my house. The seats haven’t got any more comfortable, since you can’t sit against the back of them and bend your legs, and can’t bring a cushion because there’s a gap at the back. But other than that I enjoyed the film.

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I tidied and my lounge feels so much bigger, even though pretty much all I did was sort out all the piles of paper I had on my dining room table and coffee table. I also rearranged it a bit. I realised, after coming back from being at home, that the telly wasn’t really in the best place to see it from the sofa. And because I’d pulled it out of the corner a bit, there was a whole load of wasted space in the corner. So I rearranged my desks and telly a bit. And even took photos: Before 1, Before 2, After 1, After 2. Spot the magically moving pictures above my desk and amazing disappearing balloon!

Friday I saw In the Loop, which was really good. It was nicer to see it on a smaller screen than the one I saw Star Trek on. But I did spend the whole thing trying to work out where I recognised Simon Foster from and it was only when I looked it up that I discovered he was Guy Burgess in Cambridge Spies. One of the funny bits in it was when Malcolm Tucker (who’s Scottish) told the American General not to call him English, and the General just look bewildered as to why! In an interview with Armando Iannucci he says that he’s doing a second series of The Thick of It, which will be good.

I’ve also signed up for who_remix, partly on the basis that if I don’t have to write anything I never will while I’m still ill.

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I enjoyed it, specifics below (needless to say, with spoilers).

I have a big problem with it: Namely Kirk jumping off the drill and catching Sulu up. You see it in films all the time but it’s impossible. I can live with all the other impossibilities in Star Trek, mostly because they have creative ways of getting round them (eg faster than light travel). But objects falling towards a planet fall at the same speed (once they reach terminal velocity). They just do, it’s a fact. Galileo threw things off the Leaning Tower of Pisa, astronauts tried it on the moon and schools have the Guinea and Feather Experiment (even if these days it’s a 10p piece).

Other niggles I have are Spock being transported sitting down but miraculously appearing on the Transporter Pad of the Enterprise standing up (despite him earlier transporting bending down and landing in the exact same position he’d left in); Kirk magically making it from Cadet to Captain with nothing in between; the big hole in the ground from Enterprise (the series) magically disappearing.

But on the other hand I really liked old Spock and his relationship with the younger Kirk; Kirk being Kirk without being OTT; Spock – Zachary Quinto was a really good Spock; Simon Pegg and his alien double-act; the way they got round the reset – and once you know that you know that Pike might not survive any more; Pike ending up in a wheelchair; Sulu’s fencing; McCoy’s divorce; Bones hovering round Kirk with instruments.

I’m looking forward to the next one. Although I am amused that I can name the actors who played Spock, Bones and Scotty and tell you one thing they’ve been in. No idea who played Kirk or if he’s been in anything at all.

Most amusing thing was The Guardian’s review where they gave it 5 stars (and The Guardian never likes anything) but mentioned that the main villian, Nero, was a Klingon.

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The only thing was I spent a lot of time feeling sorry for Peter because he was having to make all these really hard decisions, just because he was the eldest. Possibly this has something to do with me being the eldest and possibly it has something to do with my mood not really having improved at all.

Today I had the day off and I’m not going back to work till Wednesday. So I don’t have to worry about the project that loses me the will to live on a daily basis. When I eventually managed to wake myself up I spring cleaned the kitchen. It took two hours and I didn’t half ache afterwards (and sweating in rubber gloves really isn’t pleasant) but it looks so much better now. I will definitely be moving the microwave and cleaning under and behind it more often. It’s amazing how little stuff I actually got rid of, yet how much more space I have. Not that I’m complaining. I did manage to fill my recycling box with carrier bags, though. They must have been breeding.

Tomorrow I’m off to a windmill in Somerset for the weekend with some people from uni, which I am looking forward to. Then I’m coming back to do more spring cleaning and see if I can get it done before my parents come to visit (then I might have space to put the router).

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I can at least get it done under general anaesthetic – it’s interesting how quickly my dentists work out how much of a good idea that is with me. The most annoying thing about it is that that tooth was a complete bugger coming up and it took years for it to do it too. I can totally understand why teething babies scream – it’s bloody painful!

I got my Ian/Barbara ficathon assignment today. I’ve got as far as working out the setting, I just need some sort of plot so I can write it this weekend.

I went to see St Trinian’s this evening, which was really funny. It wasn’t filmed at the place where I’ve been to a ball – I think the cinema got confused on their leaflet (they had the right town, wrong posh place). Needless to say, as there are only four actors in Britain (all of whom have been in The Bill and Doctor Who), I recognised quite a few of them. And the head cameraman is my friend’s neighbour. And his wife is a script editor, apparently.

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Last night was Burns Supper – albeit a week after Burns Night. Which was good, although it got a bit confusing with women pretending to be men in the celidh. Mind you, we were confused enough as it was, but then that’s half the fun. I just wish I could still eat the haggis – it’s very nice, as long as you don’t think about what it is. I’ve remembered why I hate driving in High Wycombe – we got confused with two of us, navigating and my sat nav.

I’m quite liking the new printer. It does actually have a paper-out tray – it’s the same as the paper-in tray, but has a divider in between so they don’t get mixed up. Despite what I said I ended up getting one that’s also a scanner, since it was only £30 and had good reviews. I’m still getting used to how to use it, but I like the way it does back to back printing.

I got Hot Fuzz from Amazon rentals because it seems like everyone at work has seen it. I think it’s supposed to be funny. But it’s just a bit of a bad parody really. So now I’m doing other things while it finishes, and I’m getting the gist.

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melliyna asked:
1. In your fandom(s), what are your favourite parent/child relationships? (biological or non biological parents and children) Why?
so I thought I’d answer here, rather than in a comment.

Anne and Marilla (Anne of Green Gables)
I’ll start with this one because I read it a long time ago, although whether I picked up on this part of it I don’t know. Probably part of the reason why I like some of the later books less is that there’s not so much Marilla in it. It’s Marilla that essentially brings Anne up and, given that she wanted a boy and certainly not a girl who talked all the time and had an imagination, she really comes to love her. And it’s quite touching when she does show it, because it’s so rare.

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn (Star Wars)
You have to read the Jedi Apprentice books to get this one, really. At the age of 13 Obi-Wan basically leaves his school and his friends in the Jedi Temple to be brought up by Qui-Gon, and teach him more about being a Jedi. They obviously come to love each other – this is the only parent/child relationship where I don’t mind it being shippy. I don’t know what the difference is. It’s interesting to see how different they are to start with, but how much Obi-Wan grows up to be like Qui-Gon (to start with Obi-Wan is a stickler for following the rules, but later on, post=TPM, he’s just as much of a rebel as Qui-Gon ever was).

Estel and Elrond (Lord of the Rings)
Given that Aragorn’s father died when Aragorn was 2, and Elrond took him in as his foster son, that goes a long way toward defining their relationship. Or it would if Elrond hadn’t fostered rather a lot of Chieftains. Estel was different in being younger and fatherless, and the need to hide him in Rivendell. Elrond does call him ‘my son’, so I think that’s probably a good indication of how he felt about him. I think Elrond taught him a lot about being a Ranger, as well as being Chieftain and being King. It’s such a pity Elrond couldn’t have stayed longer to see how good Aragorn was at the latter.

Seventh Doctor and Ace (Doctor Who)
The Doctor could certainly be said to be Ace’s teacher. When they meet, Ace is only 16 and in need of some good parenting, considering she has no father and hates her mother. The Doctor becomes like a father to her. It’s interesting that they’re both fiercely protective of each other, and they both need each other.

Third Doctor and Jo Grant (Doctor Who)
It’s probably quite interesting from a certain perspective, how much I’m getting parent/child from teacher/student. Jo obviously learns from the Doctor, and he enjoys teaching her. He protects her from the monsters and I think she makes his exile a little easier to cope with. It’s clear from the end of The Green Death just how much he’s fond of her and how much he’s going to miss her.

Sarah Jane Smith and Aunt Lavinia (Doctor Who)
There’s not really much of this, apart from a few mentions and Aunt Lavinia isn’t even in K9 that much. But if you go by the official bio (which nothing has contradicted so far, on this point at least), Aunt Lavinia brought Sarah up after her parents were killed when she was 5. So Aunt Lavinia has been a mother to Sarah, and you can see where she got her feminist thinking from, and her scientific skills too. I wish she’d get mentioned in SJA.

Luke and Sarah Jane Smith (Sarah Jane Adventures)
Sarah proves herself to be a chip off the old block, adopting Luke. It’ll be interesting what happens in The Lost Boy when I watch both parts tomorrow, but so far it’s been good to see her struggling with how to be a mother and coming to love Luke. I wonder how many times she wished Aunt Lavinia was still alive so Sarah could ring her up and ask advice. Although at least Aunt Lavinia had the advantage of having known Sarah beforehand (I assume).

Buffy Summers and Giles (Buffy)
Buffy’s dad was only in about two episodes, I think. Whether that was due to the availability of the actor, or not being able to fit it into the plots, or on purpose, I don’t know. But Giles certainly filled that hole. He even slept with her mother! As her Watcher, he sort of had that role in her life anyway, it just sort of gradually shifted over time. When she goes to university, he tries to let her go, deciding she’s grown up now, but just can’t. Even later, when he goes back to England, he still comes back when she needs him.

Clark Kent and Jonathan & Martha Kent
One of the things I used to like about Smallville was seeing Clark’s relationship with his parents. He doesn’t remember his Kryptonian parents, so this example is slightly different to the others. But even so, that Clark’s an alien makes it interesting enough to include. It was great to see how far they’d go to protect him, and vice versa. And how much they make him how he is, and how much that leads to him becoming Superman.

Josh Lyman and Leo McGarry (The West Wing)
They have known each other for a long time, which has something to do with it. And Josh’s father is dead, so he looks to Leo for his fatherly advice. Because Leo’s always slightly higher up in the world of politics than Josh, then it Josh is always looking to him for something Leo can give. In turn, Leo cares about Josh and helps him.

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This afternoon I watched Pirates of the Caribbean with a friend who hadn’t seen it before. It’s been ages since I saw it and I’d forgotten how good it was.

I was good and did some prompts. For Ian and Jo it was just thetenspot, Harry it was ROTM as usual (I like their prompts) and I wrote something long for alt!Harry that wasn’t angsty. But did involve him and women as per usual.

And I was much more coherent earlier, but I need more sleep. Specially as I have to get up early on Friday to collect for Children in Need before work.

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But it was ok, because it was good and I really enjoyed it. The best bit by far was swordfighting to the Can Can. There were lots of other good bits, but nothing so great as swordfighting to the Can Can.

The only trouble was that it was a British film, so I spent most of the time trying to work out who everyone was. I failed to recognise Robert De Niro was Robert De Niro. I was distracted by Dishwater Sal, who eventually turned out (courtesy of imdb) to be Marie Carver in The Bill, and Hazel in Auf Weidersehen, Pet. I recognised Ricky Gervais, unfortunately. He stands out so much because he can’t act. I also recognised Billy the goat who played Arthur Weasley and was in Red Dwarf.

The one person who is driving me mad, though, is the main pirate on Captain Shakespeare’s ship. The imdb just lists pirates and none of them clicked. Anyone any idea who he is to put me out of my misery?

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I went back via Sainsburys, which was actually a quicker route, and found that they weren’t too keen on the pink grapefruit idea either. Fortunately, I am going to London tomorrow.

I went for a roller skate after lunch. The tennis courts were great for it – slight incline, not too many nets in the way (nets on tennis courts, what a novel idea). The only trouble was that there were leaves all over the place.

After wearing myself out doing that, I lay down and watched Miss Potter. I wanted to see it at the cinema because it had Ewan McGregor in it. Although I was less convinced about his fake moustache in it, even if it was set a hundred years ago. And I’m not a Beatrix Potter fan at all. Even though there are rabbits in it. But I actually really enjoyed the film, I was pleasantly surprised.

I haven’t done any writing today at all, but I am hoping I will wake up tomorrow in plenty of time before I have to leave, but not early, so might get some in in the morning. I did watch next week’s Spooks and was quite excited that Lance from The Bill was in it. Again.

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I saw the new Harry Potter film yesterday. I am really looking forward to the book now. I felt like some of the characters didn’t really have much to do, but then there are so many characters and they only had two hours to tell the story in. The girl who played Luna Lovegood was very good – she definitely sounded like she wasn’t quite all there. And I loved the witching world’s equivalent of a crazy cat lady.

Only thing now is I have to drive back – although at least it’s not sunny. And I have Blakes 7 to listen to on the way back up.

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The adverts in it were 4 minutes and 20 second long. I imagine the extra 20 seconds (The Last Detective has 4 minute advert breaks) are the Sainsburys things. Now I have a handy thing on my PVR for skipping forward (3 mins, 1 min, 30 secs, 10 secs back) I can tell these sort of things. I does mean that although The Last Detective starts at 9pm and finishes at 10.30, it actually only takes an hour to watch. Which annoys me. The beginning credits in Doctor Who are 30 seconds long exactly, which is handy.

I saw Spiderman 3 at the new cinema in Didcot last night. It was nice and empty because everyone else was going to see POTC3. Handily, it does films at £4 on a Tuesday, as opposed to £6.50, which is a much more reasonable price. However, the toilets are too high for my feet to reach the floor and the seats are too big so that I can’t sit back in them. But they’re also really wide, so I did curl up in it and it was quite comfy.

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Annoyingly, I bent my glasses last night. I have bendy glasses but they’re not as great as they make out – I am on my spare pair since I bent the originals and they couldn’t quite get it to be perfect again. They’re good enough for a spare pair, but when I need new glasses I’m not going to be able to get away with just replacing the lenses. The bendiness is good enough when I walk into doors, which is handy since I do that quite frequently. But last night I hit my glasses into the shelf in the kitchen when I was emptying the bin. The opticians were able to fix them though, which is good.

I have to find 80s fancy dress for Conference the weekend after next. I could do the Ace costume again, but I did that two years ago when the District’s theme was Doctor Who. And I really want to wear my pink bunny ears headband that I bought in Walmart. So what can I wear with them that could be 80s?

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I did discover though that Ewan McGregor is in that film about Beatrix Potter. With a dodgy moustache. So I might have to see it. Contrary to all expectations, I don’t like Peter Rabbit. I don’t know why, so I’m not that excited about seeing a film about her. Or Ewan McGregor in a moustache. But then I saw two Star Wars films with him with long hair, a beard and doing a dodgy accent, so I expect I’ll cope. I’m just glad his wife is sensible and prefers him clean-shaven.

I really enjoyed last night’s Torchwood. So I was really surprised to read all the posts this morning from people hating it. It was a bit different because it didn’t involve most of the Torchwood people but it was an excellent whodunnit. There were some things that didn’t quite make sense but it was really interesting. And I’m reliably informed by my dad that the answer is a parabola; I didn’t hear the question.

I went to get my post redirected this lunchtime. Which involved queueing in the post office for 10 minutes to get a form, then I joined the back of it again while I filled it in, then handed it in. I almost decided to come back later but it’s not going to get better till after Christmas. I took a stack of things into work to phone to tell people I’m moving but only managed my car insurance (which doesn’t change price, unlike my house insurance which saves me 64p). I know what I’m doing every lunchtime this week.

And lastly, I posted my entry to the SG Rare Pairings Ficathon: Never Easy, which is Jack/Elizabeth. There looks like being loads of interesting pairings there, I just need to find the time to read them.

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The evening didn’t start off well because I was talking to someone at work about work, so was late for the bus the one time it was on time. So I was planning to go to Borders and The Noodle Bar as I know I can eat there. I did try to get some beans and jacket potato but that meant relying on Waitrose for some decent potatoes, which was a bit of a vain hope. Instead I got Chinese from the new take-away, which turned out to be a bad idea because they put some disgusting sauce on their chicken and cashew nuts, which I discovered on Friday, had wheat/gluten in.

I went to work Friday morning anyway as there was work to do, but I didn’t attempt breakfast. I went home not long after lunch once I’d pretty much done everything. Just that morning Doctor Who series 2 arrived, so I opened that up and watched the Deleted Scenes and Outtakes. It was just as well I’d already asked how to get to this stuff on the series 1 disks, since these had the same menus and I couldn’t be bothered to plug my DVD writer in. Then I watched the School Reunion commentary, which did have a bit of David Tennant squee, and Julie Gardner complaining about how good Lis Sladen looked.

This weekend I went to Emma’s. I definitely don’t want to get the bus to Reading anymore cos it’s horrendously busy. As was the train station. And I’m still annoyed I couldn’t get a return – why can’t you get a non-day return for somewhere close to, it doesn’t make sense. We watched The Pillow Book which had a fair bit of Ewan McGregor naked in it, but was in general a very weird film. We discovered Sainsburys shut at 8pm on a Saturday, which is just not on when you need chocolate at 8.30.

We also went for a bit of Moulin Rouge and watched half a dozen episodes of Smallville, finishing off series 5, which was rather like torture. They rip off films, hit you over the head with the plot and you need a sick bucket for most scenes with Lana in. It all ended on a cliffhanger, but frankly, I don’t care any more. I only watched it till the end cos I wanted to get to a good point to stop.

I have posted the latest chapter of Doctor Who: The Soap Opera but mostly I just really, really need to sleep.

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I ushered at the cinema tonight for Little Miss Sunshine, which isn’t the sort of film I’d pick out as something I’d have to see but I really enjoyed it. I love the music in it and it’s quite clever the way you start off by not caring about the characters because none of them are particularly likeable, except you like them all by the end. And I realised that also they’re not all pretty. It almost looks like it could be a British film it that respect.

I drove and I was quite impressed at my parking and ability to stop it from stalling. I got quite excited that dad had put some kitchen towel in the door, so I could use it to wipe the windows, as they were steamed up on the outside.

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I went swimming with my sister again yesterday and don’t ache too much today – we did stand in the showers in the changing room, stretching, which probably helped I did do some playing about under the water, which I used to love but now seem to be crap at. For some reason all the water goes up my nose and hurts, but I think I am getting better at blowing bubbles through my nose without having to think about it, which is good. And also, the leisure centre is next to an Asda where the petrol is 4p cheaper than here!

Today I did some tin collecting at the Bunkfest, which is a local folk festival. I watched some Morris Dancers, of which there seemed to be many. They got a bt samey after a while. I also watched some dances that seemed to involve putting some long, bendy knives together to make a star. I have no idea what the point of that is at all.

I watched Superman II last night, in preparation for seeing Superman Returns on Thursday. I only got to see Superman last year (I’m a bit behind on this) and was assured that Superman II was better. And it was. Apart from a few things they just didn’t seem to think of. Like how Clark was supposed to get back from the North Pole, in the middle of nowhere, when he’s lost his powers. Or how come he gets them back – I kept expecting that to be explained but it never seemed to be.

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