The Curator of Schlock #66: C.H.U.D.

The Curator of Schlock #66 by Jeffrey Shuster


The C stands for cannibalistic!

 Hey, it’s your Curator of Schlock once again wishing you a Happy Turkey Day! Another year has passed since my last Thanksgiving review, and cannibalism still has yet to enter the mainstream. Flesh eaters are still marginalized by our judgmental American society. You bunch of prudes can enjoy your turkey, but that’s not going to keep me from championing cannibal rights! If you don’t want to do it for the cannibals, do it for the planet. We’d solve overpopulation and food shortages in one fell swoop!

CHUD posterIn the meantime, I need to expose a bit of anti-cannibalistic propaganda in the form of 1984’s C.H.U.D. from director Douglas Cheek. C.H.U.D. is an acronym for Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers. The movie starts off promising enough. We get the hint that there are things living in the sewers that are attacking people on the streets of Manhattan. A woman walking her dog is dragged down screaming into a manhole. Then it seems to devolve into a domestic drama about John Heard and his girlfriend. Listen, when I watch a movie named Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers, I want to see Cannibalistic Humanoid Underground Dwellers! I don’t want to see a story about famous photographer and his fashion model girlfriend, and whether or not she’s going to going to have the baby.

MSDCHUD EC001The reporter’s name is George Cooper (John Heard) and he spends his time taking pictures of undergrounders, the homeless people who live underneath the city. One of these homeless undergrounders got a huge chunk bitten out of his leg by something lurking in the sewers. Okay. Now this movie is showing some promise. There’s a hippie street preacher named A.J. Shepherd (Daniel Stern) who feeds the homeless at his soup kitchen.

chud stillFewer and fewer homeless are showing up for free vittles. A police captain named Bosch (Christopher Curry) teams up with Shepherd to investigate the homeless disappearances. The cop’s own wife has been missing ever since she decided to walk their dog a few nights earlier. Dun dun dun!

Their investigations lead them to the Nuclear Regulatory Commission. The commission reveals that there are mutated humans that like to eat non-mutant humans and that they’re living underneath New York City. It might have something to do with all of the toxic nuclear chemicals that the Nuclear Regulatory Commission decided store down there. Anyway, the Chuds terrorize the streets of Manhattan.

Chud Still 2They eat a bunch of people including John Goodman.

Chud stills 4The Chuds don’t look too much like people. They’ve got slimy skin, sharp teeth, and glowing yellow eyes. That doesn’t make them any less human in my opinion. Maybe they just wanted to be like any other New Yorker, see a Rockettes show. Sure, they might take a bite of a leg or two, but digestion is the sincerest form of flattery. C.H.U.D. would be followed by C.H.U.D. II: Bud the Chud. Robert Vaughn starred in that one. He was The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Acronyms are a pain to type!

Five Things I Learned from C.H.U.D.

  1.  John Heard is one of those actors who’s just kind of there, you know.
  2. Hippies make the best street preachers.
  3. Chuds eat everything but the head.
  4. Don’t stop for a cheeseburger while you’re on duty.
  5. If you try to unstop the bathroom drain only to get sprayed in the face with blood, consider leaving the city!


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Jeffrey Shuster (episode 47episode 102, and episode 124) is an MFA candidate at the University of Central Florida.

The Lists #8: An Index for Bi the Book: How to Become Bisexual In Less than a Month

The Lists #8 by Chelsey Clammer

An Index for Bi the Book: How to Become Bisexual In Less than a Month

Index for Bi the Book



Chelsey Clammer

Chelsey Clammer (Episode 49) has been published in The RumpusEssay Daily, and The Nervous Breakdown among many others. She is the Managing Editor and Nonfiction Editor for The Doctor T.J. Eckleburg Review, as well as a columnist and workshop instructor for the journal. Clammer is also the Nonfiction Editor for Pithead Chapel and Associate Essays Editor for The Nervous Breakdown. Her first collection of essays, There Is Nothing Else to See Here, is forthcoming from The Lit Pub, Winter 2014. Her second collection of essays, BodyHome, is forthcoming from Hopewell Publishing in Spring 2015. You can read more of her writing here.

Heroes Never Rust #68: Lex Luthor: The Thin Line Between Good and Evil


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Heroes Never Rust #68 by Sean Ironman

Lex Luthor: The Thin Line Between Good and Evil

In a comic, you know how you can tell who the arch-villain’s going to be? He’s the exact opposite of the hero.

 - Elijah Price, Unbreakable

Superman: For All Seasons #3 is from the point of view of Superman’s arch-nemesis, Lex Luthor. He opens with, “This is a love story. Not between a man and a woman. But between a man and a city.” Luthor is the smartest man in the world, and if Superman didn’t exist, he might have done amazing things for the world. “I poured my life into this city. I gave it a personality. A look. A kind of elegance. She was my fair lady. I’ve grown accustomed to her face. And yet…I was betrayed.” Luthor is not a crazy person like the Joker. He’s not above causing the deaths of others, but he has to gain something from it. He wants power. He built Metropolis. He gave his lift to building the city (Of course, not without becoming the unofficial ruler), and now Superman has stolen the attention Luthor feels he deserves.

Superman_for_All_Seasons_3In issue three, Luthor releases a virus into the air, a virus that knocks out the city, except for Superman (and a scientist who had been in a controlled atmosphere when the virus was released). But, he doesn’t kill the city. He could. If he made the virus deadly, Lois Lane and the rest of the city would be dead. Superman would have had to watch them die. But, Luthor just knocks everyone out, and he even creates a hero, a woman Superman saved in the last issue, who is a biochemist and has the antidote. Luthor gives the woman to Superman, who flies her around the city to release her antidote. Lois wakes up. The city is saved.

Luthor could have killed everyone. He could have built a giant robot or created a monster to fight Superman. Defeating Superman in a physical match is not enough. Killing everyone wouldn’t get Luthor what he wants. Luthor doesn’t care much about actually defeating Superman as much as he wants to prove that he is just as powerful as Superman, if not more so. Luthor wants to be thought of as great. When Superman comes along, Luthor needs to show that he and Superman are the same.

LuthorSuperman goes to Luthor to find a way to stop the virus, not to attack Luthor. He knows that if he strikes at Luthor, his hope for finding a cure will be lost. Luthor lords that fact over him and takes the time to accuse Superman of being the cause of the virus due to his alien origin, even though Luthor knows Superman had nothing to do with it. He just wants to make Superman alone. He wants Superman to need his help. And, after Luthor so kindly gives Superman a hero that will administer the cure, the hero dies. He wants Superman to watch someone die, to watch someone and not be able to help, as a way to put Superman in his place.

Luthor2As Superman kneels over the dead hero, Luthor approaches. He holds an umbrella keeping him dry while Superman soaks. “They say you can change the course of mighty rivers. But, you have so little understanding of how fragile the human condition is. How easily a life, all life, can be lost. Being the most powerful man in the world means nothing if you are all alone.” Luthor has a point. What can Superman understand about mankind? He can do whatever he wants. He’s invincible. And, of course, Luthor just has to get one more line in there to make him seem more powerful. “No one knows that better than I.” Once again, Luthor is trying to bring himself to Superman’s level.

But, even though Luthor has a point about Superman being too powerful to understand mankind, he doesn’t know that Superman grew up in Smallville. This series is about the effect Smallville, Kansas has had on Superman. Luthor’s final words to Superman are “Go back to wherever you came from before you fail us all…” and Superman returns to Smallville at the end. Ma and Pa Kent wonder what brought him home, and he says, “I think I need to stay here. In Smallville. For a while…” Smallville is why Superman does understand mankind. The town grounds Superman, gives him humanity. Superman isn’t a god. Yes, he’s more powerful than a human being, in the physical sense, but he has his limits. He can’t help everyone, but he’ll do whatever he can.


Photo by John King

Photo by John King

Sean Ironman (Episode 102earned his MFA at the University of Central Florida. Currently, he teaches creative nonfiction and digital media at the University of Central Arkansas as a visiting professor. His work can be read in The Writer’s ChronicleRedivider, and Breakers: A Comics Anthology, among others.

Areas of Fog #37: Paper Allegories


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AREAS OF FOG #37 by Will Dowd

Paper Allegories

The nights were cold this week, and so were the days; the sun, when it appeared, flashed like a coin at the bottom of a well, and the rain fell whenever it felt like it. It was really and truly November, though I couldn’t quite accept it. I walked down my street kicking acorns and attempting to reattach fallen leaves.

imageI kept thinking of the opening of Moby-Dick, when Ishmael declares it “a damp, drizzly November” in his soul.

I have never properly read Moby-Dick—it is the white whale of my reading life, the rippling shadow that glides under the surface of American literature and will someday swallow me.

All I really know of Melville’s novel is that the albino sperm whale of the title is a symbol for, among other things, an unknowable God.

(Maybe that’s why the book is filed, in my mind, next to the theory that the Earth stands on the back of a turtle, which stands on the back of a another turtle, and that it’s turtles all the way down.)

When Moby-Dick was published, most critics considered the book unfathomable trash. Melville was not surprised. “Not one man in five cycles, who is wise, will expect appreciative recognition from his fellows,” he wrote. He resigned himself to a career of being misunderstood.

Then he met Nathaniel Hawthorne on a hike in the Berkshires.


Herman Melville / Nathaniel Hawthorne

Within weeks he had purchased a farmhouse down the road from his new friend and literary mentor. They exchanged letters. When Hawthorne praised Moby-Dick (I imagine you have to praise a novel that is dedicated to you), Melville was beyond touched. On November 17, 1851, he took up his pen and wrote perhaps the most zealous thank-you letter ever composed in English.

image(1) “A sense of unspeakable security is in me this moment, on account of your having understood the book,” he wrote to neighbor. “Your heart beat[s] in my ribs and mine in yours…”

Then Melville, whose father had died from pneumonia after a winter ride in an open horse carriage, paid Hawthorne the most potent compliment his life history could offer. “Ah! it’s a long stage,” he wrote of life, “and no inn in sight, and night coming, and the body cold. But with you for a passenger, I am content and can be happy.”

Perhaps Melville came on too strong. In a postscript, he promised to establish a paper-mill at one end of his house—that way he would have an endless ribbon of foolscap rolling across his desk, upon which he would write “a thousand—a million—a billion thoughts,” all in the form of a letter to Hawthorne.

Hawthorne promptly moved away.

I hate to think of Melville treading in the wake of this rejection, especially when Moby-Dick proved a critical and commercial failure. His next book, Pierre, fared even worse; one newspaper’s review bore the headline “Herman Melville Crazy”—a sentiment shared by his in-laws, who exhorted his wife Lizzie to leave him, even offering to stage her fake kidnapping. When Lizzie decided to stay, the family used their influence to secure Melville a position as a Customs Inspector at the New York docks, which he described as “worse than driving geese.” He held the post for 19 years, all the while hoping for an “autumnal masterpiece” that never quite materialized.

Strangely, I don’t believe Melville regretted that November letter. He knew it sounded desperate and mad—like a “flame in the mouth.” But he would have written it again. And again. And again. “In me divine maganimities are spontaneous and instantaneous—catch them while you can.”

If there’s an allegory to be found in Melville’s life, it’s this: shed your divine magnanimities while you can, for tomorrow could be a November in your soul, and a November can last twenty years.

You never know.

It could be Novembers all the way down.


Will Dowd Author Photo AutumnWill Dowd (episode 91episode 104) is a freelance writer based outside Boston. He received an MFA from New York University and an MS from MIT. His writing has appeared in Barrow Street, Post Road, Skeptic Magazine, and

Episode 126: A Craft Discussion About Horace’s Ars Poetica, with Vanessa Blakeslee!


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Episode 126 of The Drunken Odyssey, your favorite podcast about creative writing and literature is available on iTunes, or right click here to download.

In this week’s episode, I talk about Horace’s Ars Poetica with Vanessa Blakeslee,

Vanessa Blakesleeplus Sam Slaughter talks about the ignominious beginning of Two Drunken Writers Brewery.

Photo by Oxley Photography 2014

Photo by Oxley Photography 2014


At 3 P.M., on Tuesday, November 18, the memoirist and novelist Marya Hornbacher will read at the University of Central Florida. Get info here.

Hornbacher event

Book Fair

Repeal Day 2014Congrats to Tiffany Razzano, on the successful launch of Florida Bookstore day!


Episode 126 of The Drunken Odyssey, your favorite podcast about creative writing and literature is available on iTunes, or right click here to download.

Shakespearing #19.1: More on Much Ado About Nothing

Shakespearing #19.1 by John King

More on Much Ado About Nothing

Much Ado PosterOnce again, I am rudely commandeering David Foley’s excellent blog about Shakespeare’s plays, this time because his latest post reminded me of Joss Whedon’s remarkable follow up to The Avengers, Much Ado About Nothing.

If a superhero movie demands that characterization needs to be squeezed in with in eye-dropper between pyrotechnical explosions and sublime, seizure-inducing battles between IMPOSSIBLE BEINGS, Whedon squeezes in characterization about as well as anyone. Yet his work adapting Shakespeare demonstrates a capacity to let characters think and feel and act in recognizable ways that are precisely as rich and complex as Shakespeare intended.

Much Ado 3Whedon’s contemporary setting offers us a relatively tasteful world, yet it is filmed in black and white that both semiotically nods to the sense of the oldness of the source material and also—and this is huge—places the comedy in a neutral context.

So many film adaptations of Shakespeare’s work are too eager to pour on the opulence, as if material luxury was necessary to match the exquisite language of the bard, a habit that I have privately nicknamed architecture porn. Carlo Carlei’s 2013 film of Romeo and Juliet is egregious in this regard.

Whedon’s film is serious about Shakespeare without ever being pretentious, or using Will’s cultural cachet as a form of self-aggrandizement. All of Whedon’s choices are meant to serve the drama.

Amy Acker as Beatrice in Much Ado About Nothing.

To people unfamiliar with Shakespeare’s comedies, the chief difference between a comedy and a tragedy might be anticipated in extreme levels of humor or seriousness, but such an emotional binary is seldom demonstrated by Shakespeare’s plays. Hamlet happens to be wickedly funny, and Romeo and Juliet, with Mercutio’s wit, has its hysterical moments. Some Victorian productions of that play uncrossed the stars for those lovers with a happy ending. (Repulsive, no?)

The real difference between comedy and tragedy in Shakespeare’s plays is almost entirely what happens in the last act. Comedies end in marriages, and tragedies end in piles of corpses. Until then, the stories could go either way.

Much Ado 4Much Ado About Nothing is a paradoxical title, because in one sense what is considered nothing is really the destruction of a woman. To be publicly jilted and shamed for a scandal on her wedding day in Shakespeare’s time is about as bad as it would be today. Shakespeare makes us feel that, and so does Whedon and his excellent cast.

Much Ado 6This Much Ado is also distinctly American, which in this case is not a detriment.

Much Ado 2

As a director Whedon’s focus make us feel this world so powerfully. I suspect the film was shot in sequence, for the acting begins fairly well and grows better, more comfortable with Shakespeare’s words, as the story progresses.

Kenneth Branagh filmed this play in 1993, and while watching his Benedict verbally spar with Emma Thompson’s Beatrice is dishy, most of the actors don’t even  seem to be in the same movie. The acting styles clash. Keanu Reaves out-acts Denzel Washington. Michael Keaton stole the movie as the zany comic relief Dogberry, sort of a Dickensian recycling of Beetlejuice cartoonishness. (That isn’t a slam.)

One impressive side-note about Joss Whedon’s film is that the score is by Whedon himself. The music never resorts to the pomp that is too often heaped onto Shakespeare films (I am looking at you Patrick Doyle). Instead, the music skirts melodrama without ever being trite or clichéd or flimsy. The music is beautiful, and never quite predictable. The touch is light, but suggestive of darkness.

Much Ado 5The year before The Avengers came out, Kenneth Branagh directed Thor. Perhaps Whedon directed Much Ado over territorial spite. Or maybe he happens to love Shakespeare. Having seen this film a few times, I would have to guess is the latter.


1flipJohn King (Episode, well, all of them) is a podcaster, writer, and ferret wrangler.

The Curator of Schlock #65: Asylum (Don’t Go to England!)

The Curator of Schlock #65 by Jeff Shuster


Don’t go to England!

It’s late and I have to write a review about a snooty British movie. I’m sorry. I mean snooty British film. Movies are for troglodytes that like to be entertained instead of being depressed while pondering depressing thoughts. I seem to recall a film by the name of Angels and Insects. That was about a poor naturalist who marries into a well-to-do British family only to find out his wife is having sex with her brother. Then there was Young Adam, where Ewan McGregor’s character gets a job working for a barge operator and ends up sleeping with the guy’s wife. I think McGregor let his pregnant girlfriend drown, and some father of three gets blamed for the murder and is executed for it. Oh well.

Asylum2005′s Asylum showed promise from the trailer. Natasha Richardson plays a bored English housewife named Stella who falls in love with a mental patient named Edgar. Sure Edgar is in the hospital because he murdered his wife, but that doesn’t stop Stella from making mad, angry love to him every chance she gets. Edgar is really just a tortured artist who is imprisoned for his passion. That, and the fact he’s a homicidal maniac.

Asulym 2Edgar escapes, the hospital learns of the affair, and her husband’s psychiatric career is ruined, but we don’t feel too sorry for him since he’s a bit of a stiff.

Asylum 1There’s another conniving psychiatrist played by Sir Ian McKellan.

Asylum 3I guess he’s trying to take over the mental hospital, and it’s alluded that he instigated the affair by seeing it was happening and doing nothing? I think I’ve lost the plot. Stella moves to London to live with Edgar who is now living in a rundown warehouse where he makes head sculptures. Stella misses her son, but can’t bring herself to leave Edgar even after he turns violent and beats her.

Stella is caught by the police, but Edgar escapes. Stella has to move to Wales where they hate the English, but it was the only place her husband could find work. Edgar manages to track them down, but the police catch him before any damage is done. Stella is distraught because she still has feelings for Edgar. She goes on a field trip with her son only to watch him drown as she smokes a cigarette. Stella gets institutionalized at the very same hospital Edgar is confined too. I think McKellan’s character wants Stella to move in with him, but she doesn’t like that prospect so she throws herself off the roof of the mental hospital. The end.

Blah. I was expecting some murders by the homicidal maniac. This is why I don’t review snooty pictures on my blog. What am I supposed to take away from this picture? That having affairs with homicidal maniacs who murdered their wife is a bad idea? Or maybe it’s that passion is like an uncontrollable fire that destroys everything in its path? Hmmm. That last one wasn’t too bad. I think I learned a little bit about myself. Avoid passion at all costs! Live a passionless existence and you’ll have no regrets. Yay.

Five Things I Learned From Asylum

  1. If your two default moods are surly and taciturn, your wife may have an affair on you.
  2. Great Britain in the 1950s was a depressing place.
  3. Teach your kids how to swim.
  4. You can’t trust psychiatrists.
  5. You can realize halfway through a DVD that it will be a future library donation.


Photo by Leslie Salas

Photo by Leslie Salas

Jeffrey Shuster (episode 47episode 102, and episode 124) is an MFA candidate and instructor at the University of Central Florida.

The Lists #7: 10 Reasons Being on a Cruise Feels Exactly Like an Episode of The Twilight Zone

The Lists #7 by Jessica Cabot

10 Reasons Being on a Cruise Feels Exactly Like an Episode of The Twilight Zone

  1. No Internet or cell reception.
  2. Thomas Kincaid is considered “fine art.”
  3. Infinite Fall-of-the-Roman-Empire-style buffets.
  4. The youngest passenger except you is 60.
  5. All of the passengers are American. No one on the staff is American
  6. Disco Night!
  7. The drama when woman breaks up with her “cruise date” on night two of seven-day cruise.
  8. Blatant racism.
  9. Best Orgasm Wins Trivia Night (old ladies compete with their best When Harry Met Sally impression).
  10. When in Mexico, drinking tequila for days instead of water for your health.


Jessica CabotJessica Cabot is a writer living in Los Angeles with several projects “in development” at reputable companies, so essentially, she is unemployed. When Jessica isn’t writing she procrastinates by dabbling in activities such as guitar, stand-up comedy, and magic. Though Jessica currently straddles a fine line between “aspiring” and “professional”, she has hope for her future because she was fortunate enough to receive a fancy education at such prestigious establishments as Vassar College and New York University. In her personal life, Jessica is grateful for the love and joy provided by her dog, Rita Wilson Cabot.

Heroes Never Rust #67: The Power and Humility of Superman


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Heroes Never Rust #67 by Sean Ironman

The Power and Humility of Superman

Superman_for_All_Seasons_2Issue two of Superman: For All Seasons covers the summer from Lois Lane’s point of view. It opens with Superman flying through Metropolis over Lois’s narration about Perry White, Editor-in-Chief of The Daily Planet, telling her not to believe what she sees and hears. But then Superman came and now she doesn’t know what to believe. With all the super-powered characters, along with other fantastical creatures, to which readers have been exposed, I think many of us forget, I know I do, just what it would do to see someone like Superman. We have learned certain things in our lives. We cannot fly without a machine. We cannot outrun a train. We cannot be shot or stabbed and remain unhurt. We cannot do the impossible. And then Superman comes along. He does all of it easily. He’s not like Batman, who trains for years, or one of the X-Men who have to focus their powers. He flies and runs and lifts as if the laws of physics mean nothing.

Halfway through the issue, a terrorist holds a gun to Lois in front of Lex Luthor and Superman. Lex, ever so full of himself, says, “I’ll handle this, Lois. I can negotiate with anyone, even terrorists.” Displaying the speed of Superman in still images is a tough act. Motion lines don’t really get the job done. Loeb and Sale show his speed by cutting Lex saying terrorists into three panels. He gets one syllable across in each panel. In the first, Superman stands beside Luthor. In the second, Superman is just a blue, red, and yellow blur. And in the third, Superman has the terrorists gun and stands beside Luthor once again. The other three characters haven’t realized what happened.

For All Seasons 2.1Superman does a lot in this issue. He dives into the deep waters and pulls a submarine full of terrorists up onto land. He stops a missile from hitting Metropolis. He puts out a fire and beats back robots Luthor created so that the city wouldn’t have to depend on Superman. He does the impossible throughout. Many people have commented on in the past that if Lois Lane were such a good reporter, she would recognize Clark Kent as Superman. Something I guess that the new movies have chosen to do away with by having Lois know his secret identity. But people are missing just what Superman does to Lois. Here is a woman who has grown up to be, in kind words, a realist. Like she states in the opening, she doesn’t believe what she sees and hears. She tells readers that, along with her sister, she once believed in Prince Charming. Then, she grew up. None of the men she met were Prince Charming. Until Superman. A man in a cape, who with all the power in the world chooses to help people because…well, he wants to do good. She can’t understand this. Superman, to Lois, doesn’t do the impossible by lifting heavy things or being faster than a speeding bullet—he’s a representation of the impossible because he’s good-hearted, and she hasn’t had much experience with that.

For All Seasons 2.2

After she’s rescued, she narrates over Clark Kent alone in his apartment, “Where does he go when he’s not keeping a bridge from collapsing? Or stopping a train from derailing? Or answering a child’s cry for help?” The reason she doesn’t recognize Clark as Superman is because she can’t understand that Superman can be human. And, yes, he’s Kryptonian, I know, but he’s a human being at heart. A being with all this power pretending to be a reporter at The Daily Planet is too far out of her realm of thinking. Superman isn’t off in some castle somewhere. He’s not a god. He goes home to Smallville to visit Ma and Pa Kent, and when Ma Kent asks why he came, he says, “I don’t know…lonely, I guess.” Lois wouldn’t be able to understand that about him. To her, he has everything. He can take on whatever physical challenge there is and he doesn’t take shit from Luthor. He’s confident and capable. But that doesn’t mean he has no wants, no desires. Superman has done a lot of good for the world, but he’s lost. On the porch at night, he admits to Ma Kent that even Smallville doesn’t feel like home anymore. He went off to find his life, but he hasn’t been able to build a new home yet. He’s caught between forces, Kryptonian and Human, Smallville and Metropolis, helping people and living a nice life.

The issue ends with Lex Luthor tracking down a woman who was saved by Superman earlier in the issue. He comes into her apartment and she has shrine to Superman. Candles, photos, and newspaper clippings cover the walls and tables. To some, he is a god. Luthor wants to bring Superman down because Superman existing takes away from Luthor’s greatness. Lois is love with Superman because he’s everything she can’t find in a regular man. But Superman is so simple, and I don’t mean dumb. He just wants everyone to be good to one another and to help as many people as he can. He doesn’t want to see the evil in the world push around the good. He’s what we’re supposed to be, what we should be striving for. But he represents something that is so far away from where humanity is at that people either want to drag him down or raise him up, when they really should just follow his example. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel so alone.


Photo by John King

Photo by John King

Sean Ironman (Episode 102earned his MFA at the University of Central Florida. Currently, he teaches creative nonfiction and digital media at the University of Central Arkansas as a visiting professor. His work can be read in The Writer’s ChronicleRedivider, and Breakers: A Comics Anthology, among others.


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