The economy is ghastly, people are suffering horrendous deaths from nerve gas in Syria, and millions upon millions of folk around the world are wondering where on earth they are going to get food for their families tomorrow.
So thank all the stars that I've been given a sense of perspective by the news that Ben Affleck is going to play Batman in some fanboy trouser stirring Superman versus Batman twattery. Twitter is in meltdown - most of the top ten trends all day have involved the words "Batman" and "Ben Affleck" in various combinations.
Stoked by SF mags wishing to keep a high hit count on their advert sodden webpages, the fires of this utterly unimportant debate have blazed all day.
Batman, I think, is a favourite superhero of the middle classes, as they empathise with his pseudo-troubled personality. As they struggle with where to buy quinoa, the independent coffee shop patronisers empathise with a man who struggled to be brought up among endless money and toys to play with.
While people immerse themselves in the privileged backstory of the bat, I have steadfastly refused to give a toss until now, an article written in 5 minutes while I watch a documentary about World Music on BBC4. How can anyone give a monkeys?
Me, I will read and enjoy proper sci fi, as more endless comic books get re-digested and recycled like the water in the International Space Station, and a real world rotates around the sun royally fucking itself up. Thank you and goodnight!
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