Finally, after two years (at least) of knowing that he got the part, and a few teaser covers on Entertainment Weekly, I finally get to congratulate Brandon Routh on the opening of his big debut film. Doesn't seem that long ago that Jarrod, Cripe and I were holding mini Brandon-watching parties to see him on
CSI and
Will and Grace. Here's hoping the best for him and Superman Returns.
In minutely-related news, I swore, for a good five minutes, that I witnessed a UFO hovering over Lake Washington while crossing 520 this evening. I'm guessing it was actually an old-timey plane doing practice runs for Fourth of July festivities, but for a few moments, I was convinced I was witnessing history, perhaps the only late afternoon commuter who noticed this silvery orb hovering above the Capitol Hill area. And I would be ready with a statement for the 11 o'clock News, about how it was shiny with a black bottom and hovered in air for 10 seconds before heading sharply west. Maybe it was indeed a UFO, and the nearby planes were just a coincidence. Regardless, it was two minutes of Great Importance, and on a long Friday commute home with Trader Joes and Uwajimaya bags overheating in the backseat and sticky-hot jeans pasted to my backside, a Great Importance seems like the routine-breaker I've been secretly daydreaming about. Fly, little spaceship.
