Who is William Chasterson ???






Who is William Chasterson ???

When Metaphysical Man, Atro City’s resident superhero and trendsetter is inadvertently sucked into an alternate world by a mysterious super villain he’s forced to overcome his only weakness; reality. Read more at #amwriting

Metaphysical Man Challenge 

The latest blogging 101 challenge is to create a post for our dream reader. When I mentioned the assignment to Metaphysical Man he begged me for the opportunity to participate. So I’m outsourcing this assignment to him. You can take it from here Double M.

Thanks William. My dream reader is Stan Lee. Stan I know you are in contact with all of the Marvel superheroes. I’ve seen your cameos in almost all of the superhero movies. I want you to do something for me. Get this link to as many superheroes as you know and even those you may not know personally. I know you have a major influence over those in the superhero world. They listen to you. It may be in your best interests to let them know that their is a new superhero in town!




From the school playground to the prison yard everyone knows that in order to establish credibility a newcomer has to find the biggest, baddest player in the game and bring them to their knees. That being said I’m calling out any and all super heroes or villains out there to a challenge of might. I Metaphysical Man will meet you any place and any time. We can meet in Gotham, Metropolis or Atro City. Anywhere you want! Whether you’re from DC, Capcom or the Marvel universe I will outrun, overpower or outwit you all! Or perhaps resistance is your game. [Yeah…I’m talking to you Wolverine.] Choose a crucible and we’ll see who’s left standing! This is the Metaphysical Man Challenge! If no one has the stones to step up by this date I will name myself as the undefeated Super Champion of the Universe! But if someone steps forward and in some way defeats me I will hang up my cape and never fight crime again! Do you have what it takes to answer the Metaphysical Man Challenge?

When Metaphysical Man, Atro City’s resident superhero and trendsetter is inadvertently sucked into an alternate world by a mysterious super villain he’s forced to overcome his only weakness; reality. Read more at #amwriting


Written over 30 years ago by Pink Floyd lead man Roger Waters, the song Comfortably Numb forms the apex of the rock opera The Wall. I had the opportunity to see the live performance of The Wall at Madison Square Garden in 2011 some 30 years after it’s first performance. Though I believe Pink Floyd’s music transcends race culture and social status mine was the only black face in a sea of white. The performance was breathtaking. Complete with plane flying over our heads and crashing into the stage to giant insect like schoolmaster and wicked girlfriend puppets towering above us. Waters even included props from Pink Floyd’s Animals tour which includes an inflated pig hovering over the audience. 




Since the release of this song fans from overlapping generations have expressed their opinions on what the song means to them. Well here’s William Chasterson’s take based on my experiences in the last couple of years:

 According to the New Oxford American Dictionary comfort is defined as the lack of pain, free from stress and fear or free from financial worry. The definition of numb is to cause a sensation like pain to be felt less intensely. In previous posts I’ve mentioned how I’m dealing with the heat. I’ve learned to live with the malaria ridden Mosquitos. I’ve grown accustomed to the giant rats, cockroaches, tarantulas and bats. How I’m even learning to put up with the thieves. But the biggest challenge I’ve faced in Africa are the corrupt military/police officers. Well I am pleased to report that I am now used to them as well. I’m used to having my documents checked three times a day or whenever a soldier and his semi-automatic rifle with bayonet spots me coming. In fact I’ve been experiencing nostalgia lately whenever I come up against a new hardship. I’m starting to worry about what I would do if I was suddenly deprived of the hunger and constant fear of arrest. I’ve grown fond of looking over my shoulder and going over in my mind what to say if approached by rogue officers. If I was back in the states I know the stress wouldn’t go away it would just be different. I would still worry about a million different things that might happen but the difference being that none of them probably ever will happen. The stress is just as debilitating though and in some ways worse because of its incessantness without a climax. Here once they put the handcuffs on you or empty your wallet at least there’s a feeling of intermission. You experience the awful feeling of being a victim but the tortuous crescendo of dread is over. 

Interspersed with the negative is some positive. Though I don’t have much to give my being here seems to be of benefit to some and that makes me feel good. For everyday that passes I feel the pain, fear, stress and financial worry less and less. In other words I have become comfortably numb.

When Metaphysical Man, Atro City’s resident superhero and trendsetter is inadvertently sucked into an alternate world by a mysterious super villain he’s forced to overcome his only weakness; reality. Read more at #amwriting

Us and Them

The immigration reform debate and subsequent fear many Americans have about foreigners reminds me of the Pink Floyd song ‘Us and Them’. The song forms part of the concept album ‘The dark side of the moon’ which highlights human behavior. Not only Americans but I believe all human beings have this fear of ‘Them’ engrained into their minds. Allow me to relate a short story to illustrate my point. This is something that actually happened to me while on vacation for the first time in Paris. For our anniversary my wife and I reserved a table on a small cruise boat where we would eat dinner while cruising up the Seine river. We arrived early. In fact we were the first to arrive. We wanted to make sure we didn’t lose our place in line. The problem was however when the other French couples arrived they didn’t form a line. They were restless. Couples would walk past us and form little groups on the edge of the river to smoke and wait for the barge. This type of behavior was what we had come to expect from these people. But one couple in particular drew my attention. I could feel a definite sensation of ‘us and them’ emerging in my gut. For some reason I felt I needed to keep an eye on this couple so I watched them from the corner of my eye. They weren’t exactly doing anything different than any of the other couples but I felt the other couples couldn’t help themselves. Something about this couples behavior struck me as deliberate. I thought I noticed the man watching us from the corner of his eye in the same manner I was watching them. When they smoked their cigarettes I sensed disdain towards us as they flicked their ashes to the ground. It seemed to us that everyone in Paris smoked. It was like 1950’s America. Smoking was the coolest. No one seemed to have ever heard about lung cancer or emphysema. As the barge arrived we were delighted to find that we were worrying ourselves for nothing. The place where the couples began to accumulate was not even the correct place. The crew organized us into a line along the side of the barge according to our reservation number. As we were shown to our table guess who we were assigned to sit next to? My ‘Us and Them’ meter began to go crazy. “This is our anniversary,” I thought. “I don’t want to spend it next to this jerk and his girlfriend.” As the night progressed however I was ashamed to find that all of my prejudices towards the couple were misplaced. His girlfriend spoke a little English and they explained that this was their first time in Paris. They were visiting from a small French town and they were as much tourists as we were. When they found out we were from America all of the tension melted away and they asked us a million questions about New York. I was under the false impression that Europeans were more worldly than Americans. I figured traveling to America was no big deal to them. But for everyone I talked to such a trip was viewed as a fantasy. What they knew about America is what they saw on TV. If you think about the programs we have on American television you can see how they could get a distorted view. For example at a restaurant in Venice an old waiter couldn’t help but ask me, “Is it true that all Americans carry guns? Do you own a gun?” Some could have been offended by the question but I realized that he was asking out of genuine curiosity. Here was an old man who had lived his entire life in Italy and what he knew about America was only what he had seen on TV. It was inevitable for him to come to the conclusion he had. If he watched Law & Order for example, every episode involves people carrying out violent attacks with guns. I explained that most Americans do not have guns. For the most part just the cops and robbers carry and use guns and this is a relatively small percentage of the population. If we had not crossed paths he would no doubt have continued to believe everything about America as seen on TV. For members of western countries to have this sense of ‘Us & Them’ and to have such strong misconceptions about ‘Them’ I couldn’t help but wonder what impression the developing countries must be harboring. Perhaps the source of much of the hatred directed towards America is as a result of a misconception or something someone saw on TV and were convinced was reality. Recently a man from Mali tried to convince me that he knew more about America than I did. He based his knowledge on the hit TV show Prison Break. He said he knew it was fantasy but he felt it was based on reality. Nothing I could say would convince him otherwise.

The point of this article is to encourage you to think about the way you view ‘Them’. If they have such erroneous ideas about ‘Us’ is it possible that we likewise have a distorted view of ‘Them’? Just some food for thought.

– William Chasterson 

When Metaphysical Man, Atro City’s resident superhero and trendsetter is inadvertently sucked into an alternate world by a mysterious super villain he’s forced to overcome his only weakness; reality. Read more at #amwriting