Today's Muse: Giblets

Oorgh. My insides are a right mess. Pain!


Oof. During the day I think of all sort of subjects I'd like to touch on here, but when I actually sit down here I can't recall anything interesting, other than the state of my giblets.

We celebrate the mundane:

I've been following DC's 52, an ongoing series that's supposed to fill in the missing year between Infinite Crises and One Year Later.

For you lazy knob hyper-linkin' haters, the recap:

In Infinite Crises, Superboy-Prime punched the timestream. Oh, he killed Superboy too. You know, the one with the bad haircut back in the nineties? Plus, Joker killed the Luthor with hair. Oooh yeah.

In One Year Later, it's wiggy.

But I like 52, or at I like what I can get off the internet. They killed Booster Gold, sure, but Skeets is still around! And of Week 19, what with the "It's all his fault!" and Skeets trapping Booster's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather in a time loop AND Skeets talking in a HUMAN speech bubble and not the electronic one and saying "HE KNOWS"...

Cue RANDOM SPECULATION!


I am now eating cake. It is chocolate cake with pink icing. It is very good, but I know I will be in even more pain afterwards.

I desire more cake.