morning came screaming through a strange window in a stange home, where i had stayed last night, tormented dreams and restless sleep I found myself unable to keep still, and as my faculties returned i realized i was somewhat hung over, a condition i am unfamiliar with, very unpleasant and something i don't particularly want to repeat. i had a demon to exorcise, it was gone, a long shower a long slow drive home and i am moving towards the gloomy sky, the dull greys and light blues as Pan and I head to mission control, we hit some sleet and i am reminded of dark winters in england. later i talk to the old scisilian lady who makes me coffee, these days words are kept minimum, she thinks sometimes she sends me telepathic messages, when she needs help, she is convinced i pick them up and always arrive to assist her. who am i to disagree. i read the papers and make small talk with the opera singer who says i am rude, my head being buried in the papers, yeah i am rude i say, i am not interested in chit chat, talk about soccer, split endz or anything mundane, it's a mundane day, i need to make it exceptional. the paper doesn't help.
i walk pan and we head back to mission control where i plan my day, i take jake to see superman returns, he is hung over to, so we seek solitude and escapism in the darkness of the cinema. No words just watch the screen.
Superman returns after 5 years, he comes back to see his friends have moved on, married and have children, he saves a plane filled with journalists (not doing humanity any favours here) then goes of to fight lex luther who has some crackpot scheme to sink america by growing a crystal island, it's well made, kinda brilliant in pockets but so in need of a better story, i think both jake and i drifted into sleep on those comfy armchairs, i didn't feel much better when i awoke. the day dragged onwards, i was killing time, outta whack, in need of some stimulation, some thing to feed my mind i spoke to a friend who had split up with his wife, he was on heavy duty tranquilizer and was blissed out, talking bullshit, i had some goats cheese and wine with sam, watched a strange movie where nietzchian philosophy was mis represented yet again, in a 'rope' type english drama. towards the days end i drove to work and wondered when it would end.

idea for a new superman film
superman returns from space after 7 years, his home is a polluted sticking war zone, memes and environmental disasters dictate the earths future, humanity is doomed to extinction, his one true love lois lane is an alcoholic single mother, who is writing her third book entitled, 'Sexual Politics in the BioTech Age.' We see throughout the film that biotechnology has come a long way in supermans absence and most people have argumented body modifications, mostly sexual, some weaponry and defensive, some gene spliced with animal dna. Superman returns to the Daily Planet wich is now called Global Corp. part of the worlds largest media corp, owned by Lex Luthor. Superman is disillusioned with humanity, he looks at all the millions of people and finds few redeeming factors, he travels far, eastern europe, india, the east, south america where he takes shamanic drugs and and undergoes a spiritual quasi religious experience finding nature. superman then joins an extreme enviromental agency, and in a raid on a chemical lab accidently is responsible for releasing a toxin that kills most of the population and giving the planet a second chance.
in the last few frames we see superman hand feeding a reindeer and a tiger and a pelican.