This is pretty much what happens when you let me run rampant on the Internet.
The way this blog is ordered is kind of like a tiny glimpse into my brain, i.e., extremely random and lacking greatly in the department of simple and structural organisation. Much like my bedroom as well, actually.
I'm trying to be more positive and less cynical, although that's fun. I almost wrote "more cynical and less positive." It was an accident.
Aaaaaaaaand.
Iloveyouifyouputupwithme.
Hahaha basically called out a family member (admittedly in a respectful and relatively gentle way, because I may disagree, but I still love him) on Facebook for hypocrisy in their politics and how they treat politics and they LIKED. MY. COMMENT.
I hate when comicbook fans gate-keep by running you through a fact-check quiz. Even if you’ve ready every comic you’re going to be wrong. Why? Because comics can’t even keep their shit together. Bruce’s parents were either killed outside of Mask of Zorro or an opera, their killer is either unknown or Joe Chill, he started as Batman at either 21, 26, 28 or 32. Barry has died six separate times and during several of his absences both Bart and Wally have been the Flash at the same time. Steve has given up Captain America due to anything from a minor cold, dying, wanting to retire and straight up disappearing. God forbid you ask how Tony got his heart.
The only thing we know for certain is that Uncle Ben died and it is always, always, always Superman’s fault that Lex no longer has hair
I didn't do the dumb thing and the crisis is mostly over. Would still appreciate being cheered up as I am riding out an adrenaline dump and therefore depressed.