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I’ve given DC Comics’ New 52 a bit of grief since it came out, and I’ve been fairly outspoken about the fact that there is a huge lack of variety coming from both DC and Marvel these days. However, like almost everything else, the New 52 has some good spots as well. I mean, why else would I care about the quality coming from that company anyway? If it were complete garbage, I could just ignore it entirely.
With that in mind, here are my thoughts on what’s been good about the New 52 now that we’re three years in. Continue reading
After several days of time travel, apocalyptic battles, and high-tech battle suits, a moment of peace and quiet scares me. When the statements have been taken and the damage control teams have arrived, it’s just me sitting in a hotel room, staring at a wall, and contemplating my many aches and bruises.
My mind should be doing its own damage control. I should be trying to figure out a way I can explain the last few days to the public. Salvaging my reputation wouldn’t be that difficult – with all his talk about mind-control and plans within plans, Rosey gave pretty much everybody involved a defense if they want to use it. No, your honor, it wasn’t me who lied to a jury, conspired with a convicted criminal, and may possibly have driven an increasingly unstable superhero over the edge – it was all the doings of the evil Dr. Pythagoras. I was just an unwitting pawn. But then, that would be the biggest lie of all, wouldn’t it?
Everything I did was calculated on the idea that Rosey could be redeemed. He just needed to get out of that cell and use his genius to help society. But I didn’t see the rest. I didn’t see the world where a barely stable nuclear man who had held it together for far too long was just one minor nudge from going over the edge. I didn’t see how easily Rosey would slide back into his old ways once he had the excuse of an insane Paradigm.
The sun sets, and I’m left sitting in the dark, staring straight ahead at nothing.
I didn’t see.
If humans found a way to clone dinosaurs, would you be down for it?
There’s no right or wrong answer to this question, unless you bring up Jurassic Park as an argument against cloning. Then you’re wrong.
Jurassic Park is a good book and an entertaining movie. But it always makes me grind my teeth when people use it as an illustration of the dangers of human beings playing God. It is not a cautionary tale about the dangers of cloning. It is a cautionary tale about running a shitty zoo. Continue reading