This week, I attended one university lecture a day. I took notes, tried to learn things, played the part of the good student.Only I’m not a good student. In fact, I’m not a student at all. I’m just a guy who’s stealing knowledge – and I’m loving it.Let me start at the beginning. See, I have a problem: I’m not all that smart, and I’m getting dumber every day.Now, I know a few things about a few things…but there’s just so m...

Tuesdays, as I’ve remarked before, are kind of boring. It’s not their fault - they just happen to be situated in the most boring slot of ye olde work week. But how can we consider a day named for a god who’s so hard core that he allowed a wolf-demon to bite his hand off just so it could be chained to prevent the twilight of the gods (which didn’t work forever, but every little bit counts) boring? Crazy stuff. No, it’s tim...

Happy Darwin Day, folks!On this day, 217 years ago, one Charles Darwin was born. You may have heard of him. He wrote this little book that totally changed the way we approach biology and even the way we see the world, and spent decades championing the notion of descent with modification. Even if you don’t agree with his ideas (as is the way of science, many of them are naturally outdated, though the core remains), you kno...

John was four when he first met Emily - and his world would never be the same again.She was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, and they had so much in common: she loved dinosaurs and robots and horses; she wished her parents would let her run around more; she was his age almost to the day.There was just one little difference. John was just a regular kid. Emily was something else entirely - already a rising Hollywood child...

This is the story of Tubby Johnson, and how he almost saved the world — and almost destroyed it as well.Tubby Johnson’s real name has been lost to history, but we know something about his early years. We know he was smart, and he was funny, and a little shy — and also a little tubby. Not so much that it was a problem, but just enough that people would remark on it and that he earned the nickname.He was a good boy, and nob...

Perfect’s rare. I’ve seen it. I’ve held it in my arms. A vision; a dream; An angel.Mine was no ordinary angel: She had no wings, she did not glow with the glory of God and her singing was not much to speak of. In short, she was wonderful. My angel was young, as I, and came from rather closer than far impartial heaven. Her eyes (so very very deep) were wise beyond her years and mine. They taught me to laugh and cry (a tear...

Once upon a time, there was an unlikely pair of the very best of friends: an ant and a snail. The serene snail lived life slowly, in no hurry. Few could pierce his shell (metaphorically), but when they did, they found he was wise in the ways of the world, and happy in and of himself, and wanted nothing more than for everyone else to be happy as well. The industrious ant, in the manner of his kind, worked hard day after da...

I'm one of those people who just loves science, and wants everybody else to love it too. Unfortunately, many of my friends are more interested in imbibing fermented fruit juices and hanging out in pubs. And thus, in an effort to meet them halfway, have fun, and still get to share some sciency tidbits without them wanting to kill me, we've devised...Science Cocktails!Named after scientific principles, these potent potions...

I greet thee in the name of the Great Waters, the all-powerful creator and sustainer, provider and destroyer, which surrounds us and flows through us and sustains us, from whose bosom we all spring and into whose comforting embrace we shall all one day return. On this day, we celebrate the Day of Hydro-Revelation, when the Great Prophet Muktar shared with us all the truth about the Great Waters...and commemorate the Time...

Greetings, one and all – it is I, Orl the Omniscient, coming to you from a well-hidden (and even more well-guarded) location, and I know you’re coming, so please just give it up, okay? Anyway, it’s been an interesting week in the weird and wonderful world of supers, and we here at SuperFriendly are happy to bring you some of the highlights.So read on, and find out what happens when some of the top names in villainy just c...

To begin, a brief rant: Tuesdays are the most boring day of the week. They’re not the beginning of the week; they’re not the middle of the week. They’re as close to the weekend as Thursdays – but from the wrong side; and they’re not an if-I-get-through-this-day-I-have-two-whole-days-of-freedom day (known to some as Friday). Someone should do something about that. I recommend making Wednesday a mid-week break day, but I’m...

Warning: Hey, I know this isn’t very good – ‘tas written many, many moons ago and recently rediscovered on an old CD (remember those?). Seriously, it's a miracle this guy ever gets any action at all. But believe you me, it was way more embarrassing/painful for me to read that than it would be for you. Still, I miss that sweet, stupid lovable loser lad..anyhoo, to the story….Jonathan was a smart guy. Most of the time, at l...

Dancing. The very word fills many of us with terror, as we contemplate embarrassing ourselves in front of friends, acquaintances, enemies and total strangers by flailing around like drunken monkeys on Ritalin (although, to be fair, even drunken monkeys can be pretty agile, not to mention adorable - the same can't always be said of us tail-less primates). Sadly, no matter how much we may try to avoid it, we may eventually...

In the beginning, there was Chaos: Ever-changing. All-encompassing. Eternal?Not quite. There came a separation of the darkness and the light, and then there were gods within the teeming void. The gods were mighty and wise, and they looked about them and saw that it was not good. The mightiest and wisest among them (some call him Wotan, and some call him Ra) gathered his brethren and a great war was fought, and the gods sm...

One. The oh-so-bulky laptop. Where I wrote you letters, and poems. I sat until my eyes were teary and all my thoughts were of you. Two. The little blue car. Where we shared our first real kiss (and many more). That took us to the ends of the Earth – or so it seemed – in our pursuit of termites. You sat back like you belonged – and you did. Three. Your eyes. I still don’t know just how to describe them. Four. Those furry b...