I woke up at around 4 am, drenched in sweat, and whined: ang inet! The aircon in my room is as old as tube-type televisions, the sort of ancient appliance that hums and gurgles for a few minutes before releasing cold air like it’s doing me a favor. I expect my electric bill to shoot to the skies next month, and I also expect a whole lot of whining and fighting with this geriatric machine.
I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I turned on the television. I watched an old copy of Lois and Clark, the New Adventures of Superman. I love these 90’s network shows, however cheesy and poorly executed. They are easy to watch, there is hardly any violence, you can do other things while they’re running, and you aren’t really required to do a whole lot of thinking. There’s no stress, unlike watching, for instance, Amazon Prime’s The Boys. After Lois and Clark I watched an episode of X-Men: The Animated series. There are rumors that they are trying to revive the series, something that initially sounded exciting, but immediately filled me with dread. For sure they’ll do something that I’ll hate, like killing off Rogue and replacing her with a clone quarter-hybrid from an alternate reality…. from the future.
My favorite X-Men episode ever was A Rogue’s Tale. We must have watched our record of that episode back then over thirty times. We held out hope that at some point Carol Danvers would wake up and get all fabulous as Miss Marvel. She didn’t. She did, however, become Captain Marvel years later and got her own movie. I watched that movie in 2019, but I don’t remember anything–I was too drunk from all the mojito we had in Friday’s. Drinking sugary alcohol in a restaurant and then watching a movie–those were the days.