Super Sunday

That's it. I am marrying a superhero. Or at least Brandon Routh.

I just saw Superman Returns at a local theater. And since I got through those theater doors, I have been having short palpitations at seeing his pictures all across town.

What should I say that hasn't been said about Brandon Routh? Hmmm... He's hot? Hahaha.

Even when his dorky Clark Kent, he's still luscious. Hee.. This is mad. I can't even think about him without going all giddy like a schoolgirl.

Speaking of mad, just as my day couldnt get any death-inducing, the oddest thing happened. You'd think there's nothing as bizarre than having know Superman and Lois had unprotected sex until you hear this.

A huge black and orange pig stopped traffic at Hayes-Corrales.

I was walking along Hayes Street when the pig, out of nowhere, suddenly dashed through the intersection. It met those vehicles head on and two tricycles and a car almost hit it square in the face. It ran through Corrales heading for the university when it suddenly realized to go back home. Maybe it thought that getting hit by a tin-can won't go too well in the funny papers. Apparenly, a neighbor kept it as a pet. I have yet to know its name however. But it is Super-pig in my books.