My Clark/Superman

I had a dream last night. I dreamed of karaoke. Karaoke in which the entire cast of Smallville was there, but they weren't the cast. They were the characters. But Annette and John were singing in their very own styles.

It was warped.

It was a short snippet, most likely interrupted by my alarm, but right before it was interrupted, it cut to Clark, and he opened his mouth to sing.

My thought, in my dream? He better sound hideous, because Superman is not a good singer.

*g*

It struck me later that I have certain preconceived notions about Clark/Superman that aren't based on canon of any sort (or at least any canon I've come in contact with). I have certain things that I've come to the conclusion fit the character, even if there's no basis for it.

In my opinion, and for any Superman/Clark fic that I write, Clark has no rhythm and is tone-deaf. Dancing is a sway-right, sway-left kind of thing (Dean Cain would be pissed at me). Singing most closely resembles a bullfrog's mating call. All that pretty can NOT be perfect.

Wanna know...

...how I started my day?

Woke up at 6 am. Took a shower. Climbed back into bed because it was damn cold. Wrestled with dog for the blankets. Dog lost.

Watched tape of local sportscast from last night (I was tired and really didn't want to stay up until 10:30 for sports). Hated Gordon. Laughed at rabid fans throwing cans at Gordon. Mourned fact that I missed post-race coverage wherein there were going to be Kimmie interviews.

Got with the program. Got dressed. Put on makeup. Hit last stage, which was drying hair.

Almost done drying hair. Turn upside down to get tough damp spots.

Hair dryer promptly died a flashy, poofy, smokey death. Large puff of smoke, directly in the face.

How to have your butt booted to the curb...

So, fun thing about talking to guys, whether you're interested in them or not. Guys will drool over very different things. Some guys like a girl with a brain. SOme guys like big boobs. Some guys like butts. Some guys like blondes.

It all depends on the guy. I try not to take it personally if I'm not a guy's type. Hey, he has things that click for him. I'm not going to worry, because other guys have had things that don't click for me. We all have personal tastes, right?

It's the ones that take one look at me and decide they like what they see, then back off after they get to know me that are irritating. I recognize that it's the geekish thing. Some redneck guys love a good geek girl, because she's smart (or at least appears to be), but she's not "above" them, like the really, really pretty girls. Gotta give it to the rednecks for that one. I've never lacked for redneck company if I so desired. It's the business types, the professionals, the kind that physically I'm attracted to, that annoy me. As soon as they realize I'm a geek, they start backing off.

Well, this has started a trend for me. Broadcast the geek. I would prefer more geekish glasses to complete the look, but can't afford them right now. I'm a bit more standoffish until I've informed of the geekitude. I actually *inform* people that I'm a geek, lest there be any confusion. Hey, I am who I am. I like it and don't feel like it's an appropriate thing to change just to fit into some societal mold. My procrastination, my laziness, my severe dislike for cleaning...those are viable things to change. Being a geek isn't.

But this broadcasting of the geek has led to one amazing, astounding, stupendous example of mental ineptitude in certain members of the male gender.

"Aw, you're not geeky. Don't be so hard on yourself."

They have said this. Different guys. Guys I'm interested in, guys I'm not interested in. It's like...I swear, they actually say it. The words have left people's mouths.

The first time I was astonished. A bit confused, because why is this a bad thing, so I corrected him.

The second time I got it, I was a bit more defensive.

The third time? Started to get mad.

Since then, all I want to do is punch the person that says this. Like being a geek is a bad thing. These are the same people who have no clue what *g* means or think the internet is some scary place or who are quite happy in their little box with its air holes.

*breathes* The bad part is that the first time I heard the comment was 2 months ago. Since then I've heard it many, many times. (Of course it was only a few months ago that I began actively doing the "I'm a geek" thing.)

I have yet to deck anyone. But I'm really, really close.