Friday, September 18, 2009

Outbox: latest news

To: Marsha Blatt
From: Ira Blatt
Subject: latest news

Hi Mom,

You won’t believe how obsessed everyone around here is becoming with the supes. Besides the 24-hour hotline there’s a huge twitter feed, fan groups and at least one front page article in every edition of the school paper. Even Brook is getting a little into the action. (She still acts like she’s against the whole thing, but her tone has changed lately, since last week she was literally swept off her feet—and you’ll never guess by which super. Yep, you guessed it.)

I know I promised to send you every article, but there’s so much more coverage than I expected, and I’ve been so busy with, you know, everything going on this semester, that I can’t keep up. And besides, everything shows up online, and once it’s there Google can always find it for you.

I will send you one article—one terrible, awful article. (Here it is.) I think it gives a pretty good idea of how it must be to be a superhero on a college campus—don’t you think? It was almost painful to read, but it might give you a good laugh. I feel like Softstone did a good job in the interview though, even with what he was up against.

I’ll call later in the week. For now, I’ve got a tone of homework to do battle with.

All my love,
Ira


(continue to the article.)

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Text messages

Sender: Brook
ur not @ coffee.


Sender: Ira
u said meet bet 830/9. its almost 930.


Sender: Brook
i thought u’d stay a while.


Sender: Ira
i have better things 2 do with my time than sitting around waiting for u 2 show up.


Sender: Ira
sorry. didn’t mean that. this sem’s more stress than i thought it would be, im already overextended. wanna hang this wkend?


Sender: Brook
i’ll call u. & fyi, u r missing out on hearing a gr8 story tonite.


(Find out what happened here.)

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Outbox: Back in town

To: Marsha Blatt
From: Ira Blatt
Subject: Back in town

Hi Mom,

I’m just writing to let you know that I’m back in town and everything’s going okay. My roommates will both be out for Labor Day weekend—Matt’s going to a big party at someone’s lake house up near Lutsen, and Larson’s going to his parents’ place. Matt’s in town now and he helped me unload all my stuff.

Everyone around here is talking nonstop about the Super Protection Force—except they’re already calling it “the Supes.” It sounds even funnier with a MN accent.

Most of the people I’ve talked to are really excited about it. I guess having supers around makes them feel like Minneapolis has really made it in the big leagues or something. There are all kinds of news stories, too. I’m saving some clippings to send to you, but I’m sure it will get a lot more exciting after the sightings start.

And would you believe there are already fans—and merchandise? It’s crazy! Of course in the original press release the NSC said the first appearances would be on Labor Day and not before, but the school paper has a 24-hour super hotline and reporters in the field—just in case.

The only person I know who isn’t excited is my friend Brook—the one I told you about, who was in my economics class? She’s sort of against all supers in general. It makes sense though—she grew up in Manhattan, and her family moved out here just after the Fireshield Siege. :-( I hope I can convince her that supers aren’t all bad—and I’m sure that the excellent work that Softstone and the other 5 do to protect campus will help change her mind.

Well, I guess I’ll go unpack some boxes now. Say hi to Dad for me, and I’ll keep you posted about the interesting things going on around here.

Love you,
Ira


(Read Brook's status update.)