This is bad. I just opened up my blog, and already I'm ranting. I heard that this was what blogging was about. Let's do this then. Hopefully, this'll be one of the few times this happens.
Anyways, I opened up my good ol' Internet a few weeks ago, and this baby attacked me.
Anyways, I opened up my good ol' Internet a few weeks ago, and this baby attacked me.
Okay, so this image accomplishes exactly what the annoucnement of World War 3 set out to do. Which is making me hate Dan Didio. Which in turn makes me hate pretty much everything he touches.
Knight Batman. Kingdom Fucking Come Robin. Superman crying, as always (or looking at Wonder Woman's cleavage from a very close perspective and wishing Lois had such incredible boobs). Corpses everywhere. The Statue of Liberty, broken with its head buried in the ground.
You know what that means, right? Right?
The DC universe is transforming into the Planet of the Apes. And Detective Chimp will be Doc Zayus. Woo-hoo!
God, so much hate already.
The thing is, I like monthlies. I like reading good arcs of Batman, Teen Titans and Robin. What I hate, is that I always have to buy three thousand issues of a big crossover to understand the next big shake-up that is going to happen in Batman. And this shake-up will inevitably come with a crap story, rotating teams and non-cohesiveness aplenty.
What is wrong with the super-hero genre, you ask me? Crossovers. Events.
I don't mind the occasional Crisis or Civil War once in a while, but when it comes to the point that, while Grant Morrison is being a genius on Batman, all of a sudden, Batman has a sword, and thinks he's Sinbad, something is obviously wrong with DC. So now you have to either spend a whole night on Wikipedia or buy a crossover and the hundred tie-ins (none of which is very tempting, mind you).
Okay, I'm mean with DC, but that's just because there still hasn't been a crossover announced from Marvel this year. The only thing hapenning is that, since there is a movie coming out in the real world about Spider-Man in a black costume, it's just a coincidence that the comic version of the character has this sudden urge to wear black once again. Apparently, wearing black makes everyone forget who Spider-Man is. That or Wanda Maximoff.
So there you have it. I guess I had to get those things off my shoulders before trying to translate the happy-go-lucky idiot I am in real life to the blogosphere.
See y'all on the flipside. Hopefully, there, Batman won't have a sword.
Knight Batman. Kingdom Fucking Come Robin. Superman crying, as always (or looking at Wonder Woman's cleavage from a very close perspective and wishing Lois had such incredible boobs). Corpses everywhere. The Statue of Liberty, broken with its head buried in the ground.
You know what that means, right? Right?
The DC universe is transforming into the Planet of the Apes. And Detective Chimp will be Doc Zayus. Woo-hoo!
God, so much hate already.
The thing is, I like monthlies. I like reading good arcs of Batman, Teen Titans and Robin. What I hate, is that I always have to buy three thousand issues of a big crossover to understand the next big shake-up that is going to happen in Batman. And this shake-up will inevitably come with a crap story, rotating teams and non-cohesiveness aplenty.
What is wrong with the super-hero genre, you ask me? Crossovers. Events.
I don't mind the occasional Crisis or Civil War once in a while, but when it comes to the point that, while Grant Morrison is being a genius on Batman, all of a sudden, Batman has a sword, and thinks he's Sinbad, something is obviously wrong with DC. So now you have to either spend a whole night on Wikipedia or buy a crossover and the hundred tie-ins (none of which is very tempting, mind you).
Okay, I'm mean with DC, but that's just because there still hasn't been a crossover announced from Marvel this year. The only thing hapenning is that, since there is a movie coming out in the real world about Spider-Man in a black costume, it's just a coincidence that the comic version of the character has this sudden urge to wear black once again. Apparently, wearing black makes everyone forget who Spider-Man is. That or Wanda Maximoff.
So there you have it. I guess I had to get those things off my shoulders before trying to translate the happy-go-lucky idiot I am in real life to the blogosphere.
See y'all on the flipside. Hopefully, there, Batman won't have a sword.
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