A few months ago, I was having a conversation (on Facebook, nonetheless) with a friend of mine about comic book heroes. Can you just be a superhero because? Like, nothing really bad has happened to you and you haven't been bitten by a radioactive cockroach or anything. Maybe you're just really enthusiastic about fighting bad guys. I don't know. What would happen if, like Arthur from "The Tick," I decide one day to leave my accountant shoes behind and trade them in for a spandex suit and mask?
|The picture of crimefighting practicality.|
|Did you know this guy is over 40? Because he is. Screw you, aging.|
|"I ignore inexplicable things like instant aging. I'm a catch!"|
|"Our clothes match, dudes. It's destiny, obvs."|
|Superman apparently has Catholic roots. And has totes|
watched Eddie Izzard.
|Nothing says "I'm grateful" like destructive |
So, in case you were wondering, I'm giving up sleep. Forever. Because there is no other way that I'm going to actually get done what I need to get done. And also because I'm way more insane than I ever thought I was.
* Yeah, I know, he comes back in "Angel," but that whole thing kind of irritated me. Let Spike have his moment, GOD.
** Thanks to Superdickery for the images.