Do you know that feeling when you see something and you just have to own it?

Because I do.

Reading just a couple of posts back...

...I have realized what a bad understanding I've had of the continuum of the DC comics. I apologize for talking about things I did not understand. But hey, we're all learning, right?

I am talking a lot with one of my dear friends (not shit) and he informs me about a lot of comic related things. We exchange points, opinions and facts. It's pretty good.

But now, I cannot help but weep for my babies! I can live with Harley's new outfit, and I might just need to, but I just do not know what way there could be to fix the Joker by now. Will his face be strapped on like that forever? 

And what about Deadpool (suddenly Marvel) and his healings factor? Will it ever return? Probably. I mean, it would be out of character to let him be alive as long as he is not immortal. All Deadpool wants is to die. And they can't kill the character off. Not because of his fanbase, but because no comic book character simply stays dead.
#Fact.

I know that I stand in no position to criticize changes and development of characters way older than me, especially in this case, with Deadpool. He did not have that healing factor to begin with, as far as I know.


Now Søren's “most characters return to their roots” is as uncomforting as it is, well, comforting. 

Joker and Harley returning to their rots = kewl.
Deadpool returning to his roots = he just did. But I feel that his healings factor is a too fundamental part of his character by now, that you cannot simply take it away. I mean, it’s not really Rob Leifeld’s character anymore….or?

On the other hand...they teared Joker's face off. So what the fuck do I know anymore?

I know jack. Obviously. 

I am just going to cry on Søren's knee and eat his food till I know something again.

THE AVENGERS

I never got to make a feely post about the time I watched The Avengers.

Well.

This is how it went down:
I was hurrying out of the door, I had painted a Hawkeye mask on my face, it was raining cats and dogs, so I ran and carried un umbrelle. Then I noticed that I had forgotten my money. I ran home and asked my mother to get my money. Before I left I sprayed my fave with a lol-facepaint-stay-the-fuck-on-my-face-even-though-I-am-sweaty-as-fuck-spray and I got it in my eyes and it seared and in my mouth and now I probably have cancer or some shit.
The I ran back, I was late, I was in a really bad mood, I was sweaty and before I left I got a really bad grade on a french paper. And when we got into the cineme, it turned out that Alex had booked the seats on second row. That's right, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE FUCKING THING.
SO. I was FML'ing. But...when the movie started....I was stunned. All of my problems disappeard. I LOST ALL ABILITY TO CANNN.
I was so high on amazing butts in spandex and comic book jokes. Srly. So. Many. References.

I am not even sure whether it was a GOOD movie or not, I was just high on nerd-gas, really.

It was amazing you guys.

You guys.

It was amazing.