The mysterious vice president of the Williams Chemical Company is finally revealed, and while it's definitely not Peter, I can't decide whether it's Superman or Tarzan. If it's Tarzan (and who am I to say that it isn't. After all, Ms. Williams' first name could very well be Jane.), he's sure been working on his English since leaving the jungle. Why would I think it's Tarzan, you ask? Well, who else would wear a cheetah print tie? (Speaking of Cheetah, I wonder what happened to him...) Now, as I said, it could also be Superman (Hey, for all we know, Ms. Williams' first name is Lois and she and Supes are deep undercover or just trying to get away from all of those supervillains.), and old Kal-El there might be growing out his hair in order to better relate to the younger folks, even if he just can't quite give up the curl yet. If it is him, then the whole dumping thing kind of makes sense. After all, who doesn't have a home planet anymore? (There's also the lesson about not basing your civilization on Lego/crystal infrastructure, but that's an issue for another day.) Whoever he turns out to be, the guy is trouble, and Ms. Williams there doesn't appear to be buying his "I'm careful about disposing of our material legally!" excuse. (Someone should tell him that unless you go through the proper channels, just dumping barrels by the side of the road does not constitute a legal disposal of material.) With doubt and suspicion hanging heavily in the air, our as yet unnamed vice president goes on the defensive, demanding to know who's making the illegal dumping accusations. Mark better watch out. Whoever this guy turns out to be, be it Tarzan or Superman or someone I've never heard of, he's likely to be a handful. Of course, the same could be said for Mark since we've all seen him knock more than one dastardly fiend to the ground with a well-placed punch. Let this battle of the titans commence!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Superman needs a haircut.
The mysterious vice president of the Williams Chemical Company is finally revealed, and while it's definitely not Peter, I can't decide whether it's Superman or Tarzan. If it's Tarzan (and who am I to say that it isn't. After all, Ms. Williams' first name could very well be Jane.), he's sure been working on his English since leaving the jungle. Why would I think it's Tarzan, you ask? Well, who else would wear a cheetah print tie? (Speaking of Cheetah, I wonder what happened to him...) Now, as I said, it could also be Superman (Hey, for all we know, Ms. Williams' first name is Lois and she and Supes are deep undercover or just trying to get away from all of those supervillains.), and old Kal-El there might be growing out his hair in order to better relate to the younger folks, even if he just can't quite give up the curl yet. If it is him, then the whole dumping thing kind of makes sense. After all, who doesn't have a home planet anymore? (There's also the lesson about not basing your civilization on Lego/crystal infrastructure, but that's an issue for another day.) Whoever he turns out to be, the guy is trouble, and Ms. Williams there doesn't appear to be buying his "I'm careful about disposing of our material legally!" excuse. (Someone should tell him that unless you go through the proper channels, just dumping barrels by the side of the road does not constitute a legal disposal of material.) With doubt and suspicion hanging heavily in the air, our as yet unnamed vice president goes on the defensive, demanding to know who's making the illegal dumping accusations. Mark better watch out. Whoever this guy turns out to be, be it Tarzan or Superman or someone I've never heard of, he's likely to be a handful. Of course, the same could be said for Mark since we've all seen him knock more than one dastardly fiend to the ground with a well-placed punch. Let this battle of the titans commence!
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