When I was about six, my mother told me that some day I would outgrow "Superman". Thirty-three years later, it's the only thing she was wrong about.

I'm absolutely fascinated by the character. When they killed him off back in 1992, I was devastated. Yeah, I knew they'd bring him back, but still -- this was my number one hobby in the world and they had just "killed" my obsession. (I guess that's the right way to say it -- I'm "obsessed" with Superman. You really ought to see my office. Pictures and posters of Superman everywhere).

Oh, yes, I've heard *every* Superman joke out there, so don't send me the one about him, Wonder Woman, and the Invisible Man, or the one where he "flies" off the building, blah blah blah.

The best joke I know dealing with the word "Superman" is the true story about Muhammand Ali. Once he was on an airplane. The flight attendant came and asked him to buckle his seatbelt. He replied, "Superman don't need no seatbelt."

She responded, "Superman don't need no *plane*."