waiting…

Today we are waiting for a shipment of new gauges, relays and other various parts for our machines. 

We are also awaiting word from Giganta. Sometimes a break in communication on an assignment like this is good news. 

In the meantime I can tell you about one of the things that Superman does that I find reprehensible. 

I have found myself trapped in the cell at the Hall of Justice from time to time. Usually not for long. But it has happened as I wait for someone at LoD to come find me. 

I was forced to watch Superman eat his dinner in front of my cell one evening while he questioned me. It’s quite easy to ignore Superman’s questions. He won’t do anything to you if you don’t answer. Wonder Woman, on the other hand…well I’ll stick to Superman.

Superman will make terrible noises with his cutlery on the plate as he cuts and slices his food. I know he can simply cut it with his eyes, and that ray that he shoots out of them. Wouldn’t that be easier? What? Is he trying to ‘fit in’ at the Hall of Justice? Hopeless.

Anyhow, here is the real stomach-churning item. In addition to making these maddening noises with the knife and fork, he refuses to use more than one napkin. To be clear, one paper napkin. If it was a cloth napkin, I would have no problem with this idiosyncrasy. But as he eats, this napkin becomes torn, shredded, stained, and translucent. It simply turns my stomach. It hangs from his chin in pieces. Food then hangs from the shreds. Hideous. Filthy.

I must stop and do my meditations. My visualizations.