The Occasional Solipsist

It was reported today that actor Nicolas Cage, star of great movies like Faceoff and Kiss of Death, and crapfests like Matchstick Men, 3000 Miles to Graceland, and pretty much every other movie he's made to date, has become a father to a healthy baby boy.

Normally this isn't the sort of thing you'd see on this blog.

I kind of hate celebrities, and the fact that western global culture is obsessed with celebrities and every facet of their lives. I'd go so far as to say that if i came across a 'celebrity' I would be more likely to laugh at them than be overcome by any desire that they acknowledge me in any way. In my world the real celebrities are the doctors working on a cure for cancer, the people of The Planetary Society, the people who want to effect positive change in the world for no reason other than because the species benefits from their efforts.

However.

Nicolas Cage named his son Kal-El.

Again, that name is Kal-El, as in the fictional sole survivor of the doomed planet Krypton. You might know him better as Superman.

So Mr. Cage, as much as I think actors are disgustingly glorified in our society, I have to tip my hat to you. In a world where my wife wouldn't have divorced me just for suggesting it, and if we had a son instead of a daughter, I would have named my boy the same thing: Start him off right.

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