The Blunder Chronicles

So first off I'm going to tell you that if I wrote any of MY embarrassing moments all you would read about is when I dropped a cup of water and had no repercussions.  So instead I'll tell you about someone who should have no bloopers in their life.  You'll know him once I mention his name, it's quite iconic.

The story goes that there was a scientist who, in the quest to create the perfect being, acquired a baby and put it on an inhospitable planet.  It died very quickly, but the scientist grabbed the corpse and brought it back to life.  Again, he dropped in into this deadly planet and brought it back to life once it died.  After dozens of times of doing this, the baby adapted to the environment and could live in it and survive against it's animals.  Along with this adaption, it also acquired the ability to revive itself after it's death to become invulnerable to what killed it.  I should tell you that this planet was named Krypton.

The baby had developed into a massive creature of rage and it's rage was kindled at the Kryptonians. It began a path of destruction on the planet until the citizens could launch it off in a spaceship, away from them.  Sadly it landed on an inhabited planet.  With it's strength it couldn't be killed that easily and the only way  it could be stopped was from a solar blast that was emitted by the local hero.  In the aftermath it was, again, launched off into space and they hoped to never see it again.

Next stop: Earth.

The creature was now so powerful that it could take on one of the early incarnations of the Justice League.  The Justice League was not as powerful as most of us are used to, it had no Wonder Woman or Green Lantern but even with them Doomsday would have caused them trouble.  So this creature, landing on Earth and creating a gigantic dent on the planet surface, with one hand, started to pulverize this JLA.  It became such a threat that there was only one man that could hope to stop it.  His name, is Superman.

Confronting this creature, Superman found it much harder to defeat this monstrosity.  It had gained its' other hand, meaning double the trouble compared to before.  With a battle of strength against strength, the greater one always wins.  That means it's bad news for one of them.

Doomsday, with his insatiable lust for Kryptonian blood and mindset of kill everything, had a psychological advantage over Superman.  It didn't fear death, pain, anything.  Not to mention his ability to adapt to any given situation, and you have the greatest death machine creatable.  I'd even go so far as to say that he could beat the Hulk, and if you look at my website url, you'll find that I am a Hulk fan.

Superman, with his willingness to give everything he has to protect this planet, had the advantage of having something to fight for.  In every story, having something to fight for means that you win every time.  Meaning that there is little chance of him actually losing.

Because this is titled 'The Blunder Chronicles' and it's about Superman, you could already infer what I am implying here.  If not, here's what happens.

Doomsday gets Superman to the ground, and starts beating face into the ground.  Eventually, Superman dies!  That's right, Superman is now dead.  The greatest superhero of them all, was defeated.  Not by any of his enemies either, just a roving monster that just happened to land on Earth.  Now tell everyone you know that Superman has died, and therefore is not the greatest superhero.

I you're one of those diehard Superman fans, I'll give you this.  Just get rid of everything I said and say, "He went into a 'healing coma.'"

Doomsday was again launched into space, and began his journey of becoming stronger, smarter, and therefore less deadly. 

Superman would come back to life through some alternate dimension universe where he didn't die.  Eventually these two would meet up again, but Doomsday had gained intelligence and feared death.  That is the sole reason he was defeated in round two.  If he had just stayed in the mindset of when they first met, there is no doubt Superman would have died again.

What would we do without the Mailman?

I'm going to take it a step back right now.  We can't really be appreciative of fictional characters from comic books, they haven't done anything for us.  We have to realize that there are people out there, slaving themselves to us to make our lives so much easier.

Ask yourself this: Have you ever talked to your mailman/woman?  The person who drives to you, your friends, and families houses almost every single day?  They save you the time to bring you your mail, to within 20 yards of your house.  I know how important it is for me to have a mailwoman (mailwoman is apparently not in this computer's dictionary, but mailman is, coincidence?).  Although I don't get mail personally, but whenever mail has to be delivered through something like UPS, I always have to accompany my mom.  Indirectly, it saves me the time that I probably would have to go to indirectly pick it up.

Think about the other men and women that give up time in their day to make our level comfort better.  The garbage man that came to pick up my garbage today.  Although my family has had some confrontations with him, we still thank him for doing it. 

I'm not doing this as a call to repentance for not saying thank you to someone who you probably never see.  We have to realize how spoiled our country is in terms of standard of living.  Sure we're no Canada, but people that clean, or are supposed to clean, the disgusting public bathrooms, don't they deserve praise?  The lunch ladies of our school, bus drivers, taxi drivers, the Satellite repairmen.  As much as they seem like ordinary people, what they do is what makes them extraordinary.  So when you're looking at the soldiers returning from overseas, or your parents, and thinking about how awesome they are, which they are, take a moment to look past them to the guy/girl putting the pieces of paper into your mailbox.