GODDAMMIT GEOFF JOHNS, GET OUT OF MY TEETH
Reading Green Lantern Rebirth #5, I said to myself: Oh for Gods sake, he better not waste too much time next issue with Batman. Just hit the bastard and get to the real fight. The next month?
KRAKK.
I've always wished for Arisia or Katma Tui to come back to life... and I'd really love Arisia to come back as this sexy butch broad who doesn't take shit from anybody...
In Green Lantern Corps: Recharge, I got a butch version of Katma Tui. Close enough.
I've always wanted to see Hal break the Cyborg Superman in half for what he did to Coast City. (I cannot overstress my visceral hatred of that character.) Reading the previews for May's comics, who do I see on the cover of Green Lantern 12?
Oh, fuck yes.
Walking home yesterday with my comics under my arm, I planned in my head an entry about Steve Englehart's run on Green Lantern Corps... specifically, the issues where Kilowog heads off to the USSR, and the Earth GLs have to deal with the conflict of being heroes for the whole planet vs. their status as Americans. I've told Franny that I'd really love for someone to update that story... After all, you had 7 people with weapons of mass destruction living in a compound in southern California. It's not a stretch to imagine an administration that would declare them a terrorist cell and a threat to homeland security. Or, at the very least, they'd make a lot of other countries very, very nervous.
About ten minutes after formulating that thought, I opened this week's Green Lantern.
Arguing the political complexities of Green Lanterns. While fighting ROCKET REDS, for God's sake!
Literally everything I've ever randomly hoped for in Green Lantern over the past couple of years has been delivered to me by Geoff Johns.
...I swear to God, if I had any fillings I'd be checking them for radio transceivers right now.
Franny, who is always the voice of reason when I lose my shit over things like this, said it's most likely because Geoff and I have a lot in common: Michigan native. MSU alum. Unreasonable obsession with Hal Jordan and test pilots.
But still. It's spooky as hell.
And as long as there might be a chance I've got a psychic connection to Mr. Johns, the Lord and Master of DC Continuity, here are a couple of requests:
*Hal and Guy watching the MSU vs. U of M football game. Hal wearing an MSU T-shirt just to piss Guy off.
*Boodika beating the ever living piss out of Hal in revenge for the loss of her ring and hand.
*More gloriously slashy Hal/Kyle moments.
*Hot hot pilot makeouts between Hal and Cowgirl in the back of an F-15. (Yes, I know it's not even remotely comfortable/possible from a positioning standpoint. It's my fantasy. Shut up.)
*The untimely death of Carol's husband Gil during the course of 52
And if any of this actually happens... well, don't say I didn't call it first.
KRAKK.
I've always wished for Arisia or Katma Tui to come back to life... and I'd really love Arisia to come back as this sexy butch broad who doesn't take shit from anybody...
In Green Lantern Corps: Recharge, I got a butch version of Katma Tui. Close enough.
I've always wanted to see Hal break the Cyborg Superman in half for what he did to Coast City. (I cannot overstress my visceral hatred of that character.) Reading the previews for May's comics, who do I see on the cover of Green Lantern 12?
Oh, fuck yes.
Walking home yesterday with my comics under my arm, I planned in my head an entry about Steve Englehart's run on Green Lantern Corps... specifically, the issues where Kilowog heads off to the USSR, and the Earth GLs have to deal with the conflict of being heroes for the whole planet vs. their status as Americans. I've told Franny that I'd really love for someone to update that story... After all, you had 7 people with weapons of mass destruction living in a compound in southern California. It's not a stretch to imagine an administration that would declare them a terrorist cell and a threat to homeland security. Or, at the very least, they'd make a lot of other countries very, very nervous.
About ten minutes after formulating that thought, I opened this week's Green Lantern.
Arguing the political complexities of Green Lanterns. While fighting ROCKET REDS, for God's sake!
Literally everything I've ever randomly hoped for in Green Lantern over the past couple of years has been delivered to me by Geoff Johns.
...I swear to God, if I had any fillings I'd be checking them for radio transceivers right now.
Franny, who is always the voice of reason when I lose my shit over things like this, said it's most likely because Geoff and I have a lot in common: Michigan native. MSU alum. Unreasonable obsession with Hal Jordan and test pilots.
But still. It's spooky as hell.
And as long as there might be a chance I've got a psychic connection to Mr. Johns, the Lord and Master of DC Continuity, here are a couple of requests:
*Hal and Guy watching the MSU vs. U of M football game. Hal wearing an MSU T-shirt just to piss Guy off.
*Boodika beating the ever living piss out of Hal in revenge for the loss of her ring and hand.
*More gloriously slashy Hal/Kyle moments.
*Hot hot pilot makeouts between Hal and Cowgirl in the back of an F-15. (Yes, I know it's not even remotely comfortable/possible from a positioning standpoint. It's my fantasy. Shut up.)
*The untimely death of Carol's husband Gil during the course of 52
And if any of this actually happens... well, don't say I didn't call it first.
posted by Amy at 1:59 PM
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