For about two seconds while looking at this cover, I thought Charles Soule was no longer writing Red Lanterns.
You'd think the only reason I read Supergirl is to see her ass. No. The main reason I read Supergirl is because I'm forcing myself to read every issue of The New 52 because I secretly hate myself and need to find ever increasing ways to shame myself. But the main reason after the main reason is to stare at Supergirl's ass. It's as valid a reason as any other! Unless your reason is to be intellectually stimulated by a powerful female character. And then my reason is more valid. Because look at how adorable Supergirl is!
Currently on the planet Grax, the Graxians are getting their asses handed to them.
That's an incorrect usage of the word "repeat."
How is she acting any different than before she got the red ring?
I should probably talk about things other than Supergirl's butt in this commentary.
Meanwhile, Blaze leaves The Block because she can't stand to hear the phrase "omniologist" one more time. So she heads to New York to start a new life battling Silver Banshees and Trios of Witches. Possibly. It's also possible that she'll open a pizzeria.
Back on Ysmault, as Bleez lies in the Red Lantern Medical Bay recovering from Atrocitus's attack on her and Rankorr, Guy Gardner and Kara Zor-el have one of those Charles Soule type heart to heart chats. Well, maybe not so heart to hearty as that. More like heart to lots and lots of exposition from Kara about her past and the World Killers chat.
Guy Gardner learns that he's got a tiger by the tail. Unless it's a tiger by the tale? Is that the only way to hold a tiger? To put it in a story? But then the lesson is that you're never quite in control of your tiger because stories have a way of turning around and biting your face off as you're writing them. Like you'll be writing about a boy lost in a city who suddenly sees a woman that reminds him of his grandmother and her kindnesses. So he begins to approach her when he suddenly sees her kick a stray cat. The boy stops, helpless, lost, terrified. And suddenly you, the Writer, are weeping inconsolably and curled up under your desk trying to catch your breath while apologizing over and over again to your long dead grandmother.
Tigers are stupid anyway.
For now, Supergirl and the Red Lanterns need to deal with Atrocitus and Dex-Starr. But later, they're going to have to finish their fight against the Diasporan Horde.
That's the guy I tried to draw last commentary! He's a real jerk.
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