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Vividcon was lots of fun. Among other things, I got sent (again) to Elliot S! Maggin's Superman books, which you can read online. They're fun, with a Clark and a Superman and a Lex I enjoy, though he's a lot wobblier on the female characters.
"Trying to work up a late snowfall, are you?" I said and [Lex] threw the thing off his lap and stood over me snorting like a bull moose.
"Who've you been talking to?" he wanted to know.
"No one. What do you mean?"
"I mean I haven't told a living soul what this project is about. I mean I told my father I was trying to invent an improved milking machine, which is the only way I could get him to give me the money for all this stuff. You want me to believe some pimply kid like you trots in here and figures it all out just by looking at it?"
Humble, Pa told me. I had to be humble. I had these powers, see, and Pa thought it was important that I lead people to believe I was normal. It was hard to appear to be anything but humble around Lex, but I had to make a better effort at it than figuring out what he had going by sight-reading the chemical and mechanical composition of his gadgetry with my x-ray vision.
"Just a guess," I offered.
"Right," he declined.
Someday I would get better at this cover-up stuff. Now I tried changing the subject. "I'm making a Van de Graaf generator for the Westinghouse Science Contest," I tried.
"Yeah. And?"
"And it's going to generate static electricity and look real cool."
"But what's it going to do?"
"Make little bolts of lightning in the gym. It'll blow everyone away."
"Uh-huh," Lex said and flipped a few switches and jiggled a few dials and pushed a button and the air around us rippled a bit.
And a bolt of lightning tumbled from the empty sky and thunder shuddered the skin of the Earth and I thought the Lords of Karma were stepping down from the heavens to demand my penance for living when the rest of my race had died.
"Something like that?" Lex asked.
"No," I answered. "Smaller."
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geekturnedvamp pointed out, I love my drama queen Lex most when matched with pretension-puncturing Clark.
"Trying to work up a late snowfall, are you?" I said and [Lex] threw the thing off his lap and stood over me snorting like a bull moose.
"Who've you been talking to?" he wanted to know.
"No one. What do you mean?"
"I mean I haven't told a living soul what this project is about. I mean I told my father I was trying to invent an improved milking machine, which is the only way I could get him to give me the money for all this stuff. You want me to believe some pimply kid like you trots in here and figures it all out just by looking at it?"
Humble, Pa told me. I had to be humble. I had these powers, see, and Pa thought it was important that I lead people to believe I was normal. It was hard to appear to be anything but humble around Lex, but I had to make a better effort at it than figuring out what he had going by sight-reading the chemical and mechanical composition of his gadgetry with my x-ray vision.
"Just a guess," I offered.
"Right," he declined.
Someday I would get better at this cover-up stuff. Now I tried changing the subject. "I'm making a Van de Graaf generator for the Westinghouse Science Contest," I tried.
"Yeah. And?"
"And it's going to generate static electricity and look real cool."
"But what's it going to do?"
"Make little bolts of lightning in the gym. It'll blow everyone away."
"Uh-huh," Lex said and flipped a few switches and jiggled a few dials and pushed a button and the air around us rippled a bit.
And a bolt of lightning tumbled from the empty sky and thunder shuddered the skin of the Earth and I thought the Lords of Karma were stepping down from the heavens to demand my penance for living when the rest of my race had died.
"Something like that?" Lex asked.
"No," I answered. "Smaller."
As
geekturnedvamp pointed out, I love my drama queen Lex most when matched with pretension-puncturing Clark.
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It was so awesome to see you again. I didn't remember to tell you that I think you look UTTERLY FABULOUS.
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It was hella keen to meet you. I wish I would have gotten to spend more time (sobre) hanging out with folks :(