One day, Clark is bored at work so he messages Bruce saying as much, hoping they could talk for a bit to help pass the time.
What he did not expect was for Bruce to tweet ‘ostriches arn’t real’.
The office becomes alive with activity. Perry marches over and tells Clark to write an article about how one of the richest men in the world does not believe a bird exists.
The interview?
Clark Kent: “Would you care to elaborate on what you meant about not believing ostriches exist?”
Bruce Wayne: “No.”
Others then ask Bruce what his thoughts on other birds are. Penguins? Real. Flamingos? Not real. Pigeons? Some are, some arn’t. It depends.
On the upside Clark’s afternoon became a whole lot less boring. On the downside there is now a Twitter account called 'BirdsBruceWThinksArntReal’.
“robins?” clark asks as the last question. “robins aren’t birds.”
You CANNOT leave such a BRILLIANT addition in the tags
in almost every other children’s book where the main heroine is swept away to a land of whimsy she’s shown having a lovely time; braving dangers occasionally, trying to find her way home, sure, but ultimately delighting in the magic around her. meanwhile alice spends her entire time in wonderland like
look, here’s the thing: alice in wonderland’s enduring fucking charm is that it perfectly captures the vibe of being a very tired and annoyed child who is nonetheless required to play along with adult nonsense.
alice is dragged from place to place without warning, forced to play stupid games with no good prizes, grilled over her schooling and manners and recitation and dress, scolded, judged, insulted to her face, sent away, given gifts she didn’t ask for and doesn’t like, corrected incorrectly, been subject to shifting and arbitrary rules, and then when she gets snappish with all this bullshit everyone acts like a little girl’s temper is the end of the fucking world.
alice in wonderland isn’t a drug trip or a nightmare or a metaphor, that’s just what being ten years old is LIKE. that’s why kids love it so much. even if they can’t quite articulate how, they recognize themselves in it.
I’m sorry, I am physically incapable of seeing a Dog appreciation post without taking on the story of how Dog came to be on Columbo.
See the studio wanted Columbo to get a partner. To help with the ratings. Peter Falk didn’t think Columbo needed a partner but the studio would not budge. So he suggested “What if his partner was a dog?” The studio agreed, as this was the time when K9 units were starting to become more prevalent in US law enforcement as part of the war on drugs, so they were thinking “Columbo gets a German Shepherd to help him sniff out clues! This will be great!” Meanwhile Peter Falk goes down to the LA pound and gets the most docile Basset hound he can find, dotes on him and brings him to the meeting. “Meet Columbo’s new partner!” He says showing them the dog. “What’s his name?” They ask. “Dog,” He answers. The studio knows that they have met an unstoppable force. There will be no way around it. Columbo’s new partner is an inaction star, a Basset Hound named Dog.
And people loved it.
Fun fact: Later on the same dog would be used as the station dog for Firehouse 51 on Emergency! a procedural show following the new and experimental Paramedic program that was instrumental in spreading the program to the rest of the United States.
Possibly more awkward in fandom than in real life, but a big fan of Sterek and the current Marvel movie lineup (Captain America and Avengers for all the Steve/Bucky, Tony/Bruce feels) Sufferer of perpetual creative block
