Driving to Wilmington today (yes, we're back in Wilmington, so posting from my end will be very sporadic until Monday), we were treated to the most incredible lightning I've ever seen. We're talking lighting-up-the-night-sky, fear-of-God lightning. Amazing to witness--but I'm glad we were in a car.

Along other lines entirely, in pursuit of my recent comic book project, of which you may someday hear information, I flipped through Kingdom Come today, the comic book story people tell you to read once you've already read The Watchmen and The Dark Knight Returns (which I should be looking at shortly). Although excellent, it's not as good as those others; it's not the high-water mark of superhero tales or anything. But it does have one advantage over the other two: it takes a harsh look at what the DC world would be like when the children of the first generation of superheroes took over.

And it's exactly right. It wouldn't be paradise. It would be a Nietzschean hell.