Another one bites the dustOh, it's fabulous. Here's this thing I just found, that some amazing, astonishing person I do not know posted on their blog nearly a year ago, back when a bunch of dumbass dimbulb Kyle Rayner fans got their hair all mussed up and their panties in a bunch about the fact that I told someone somewhere on the Internet that Hal Jordan is better than Kyle, and they could in no way argue with or refute this inarguable truth.
I'm serious. This is brilliant. As with pretty much everyone else who decides to insult me at length behind my back, this utterly and completely validates not only every opinion I've ever held, but my entire existence in and of itself. Not that I need it from humanoid blotter paper like this particular blogger (whoever they are), but it's always nice to stumble across it on a slow day:
Me also. My loathing is especially reserved for stupid people who can't punctuate their poorly constructed sentences correctly, and who especially do not know how to spell basic phrases like "all right", and who do not understand that the 'too' which is a synonym for "as well" is spelled, well, "too", not "to".
But it gets way, WAY better.
Assuming Shatner can spell and punctuate correctly, sure. Unlike dweeb, here, who can't spell either "whoa" or “sentence”, and doesn't seem to understand that in the sentence "Whoa, slow down there", you need a comma after the first word. Which seems especially ironic, as Stands With Their Head Up Their Ass here is lecturing me on the proper use of commas.
Because I'm smarter than you, and I think better than you do, which is to say, more analytically, and in far more depth. I also have enough of a sense of humor to understand that when I say things like 'I dislike snottiness in young punks... but that doesn't at all apply to me' I'm being somewhat ironic, and even vaguely self depreciating.
No, because pretty much anyone has the right to set the rules under which they will interact with others.
Whatever. If someone is going to come after me for referring to fictional comic book characters as real, then that someone is going to need to carry a great deal of ammunition to fire off at a great many more people, including "Mr. Scipio", who "is probably not a punk". If Scipio really "seems to be a highly intelligent and reasonable man", well, I won't argue with that; I'll simply note that the phrase 'punk' in no way denotes either lack of intelligence or a lack of reason, it simply connotates someone who is young, callow, lacking in experience, and therefore, who one can easily dismiss. And, for the love of God, if Scipio seems "highly intelligent and reasonable", well, I must at the very least seem one out of those two.
Beyond that, I would like to point out that in my description of Scipio as a punk, I list my reasons for coming to that conclusion, which is to say, when I state a viewpoint, I support it with actual examples. So far, my anonymous critic here has pretty much done nothing to refute anything that I've said, he or she has, for the most part, simply agreed that I'm old, and then put their fingers in their ears and blown me a raspberry. This is why I love Modern Age fans. Every word they type is a landmine that they promptly trip over and trigger their own damnselves.
I will, as Mr. Potter might say, go further than that. I'll say that as a Modern Age punk, you can't respect ANYthing about ANYthing. Except Scipio, I guess.
That's generally how it's done on the Internet, I've discovered. And, um, gee, it seems to be what you're doing in this very very long thingie-bob you're writing, too... but, you know, at least when you do it, you're leaving apostrophes out of "today's" and sticking an improper 's' on the end of "turn", just to make sure you put in my place.
No. Here we may well see the beginning of a trend. The ‘begining’ of a trend, or anything else, is non-existent, as it is not actually a word.
It's possible I do justify everything I like by lumping it together in my vague "Silver Age", but, on the other hand, at least I can spell 'vague' correctly. As to the Silver Age being a time period in comics that has absolutely nothing to do with the product put out, well, that's kind of true. And then, it's kind of not true, too. Nonetheless, when someone says "that has a real Silver Age feel to it", experienced comics fans who are not deeply retarded have a pretty good idea what is being said.
As to the Spectre being 'hardcore', first, it's very difficult to understand exactly what is being said here, but I'm going to imagine that this idiot means that out of the many, many appearances of the Spectre from, say, 1955 through 1985 (DC's Silver Age, roughly), some of them were rather violent (specifically, the Fleischer/Aparo run in ADVENTURE COMICS during the early 1970s). And it's true; that particular run of the Spectre was rather more Modern Age in its tone than it was Silver Age, in that the Spectre killed a great many inextricably evil people in horribly gruesome ways.
Of course, it could also be argued that this run on Spectre was rather Golden Age, in that it was deliberately evocative of the grisly crime/horror comics of the 1950s that led directly to the implementation of the Comics Code, and the bankruptcy of William Gaine's EC Comics. In order to make that argument, though, you'd need to have some actual knowledge of the actual history of comic books, which would mean you wouldn't be a Modern Age punk like this weenie here.
I can't remember what Kalinara was doing, although I always appreciate any time or attention she can spare from her busy schedule writing erotic fan fic in which living planets hump each other. I do, though, want to point out that 'absolutely' is spelled as I have, and the phrase 'no tether that Buffy is any different' makes no sense in any human language, or even in Dolphin, as far as I know.
I will never argue with the supposition that I'm an ass. However, I'm way smarter than you are. So if I'm an ass, you're a dumb ass.
There are simply no words for how delighted I was to read this. If ever an observation clearly indicated the absolute staggering stupidity and blind, gaping, drooling, nearly asphyxiating level of ignorance of its observer, it's this one. I'm John Byrne. Oh, you brilliant genius, you. I'm John Byrne. Oh. Oh. Oh. I am rendered nearly inarticulate with glee as I attempt to comprehend the mind boggling brainlessness that underlies that pronouncement. I swear. It's like trying to intellectually grasp the infinite reach of the universe. You just can't get there. Seriously. What a maroon. What a ultramaroon.
Oh, by the way, I suspect this person really meant ‘John Byrne’. But never mind. It could have been a typo. Given their abilities to date, though, I wouldn’t bet a great deal on it.
So does the game Chutes and Ladders, most likely.
...or could even roughly begin to comprehend with the feeble, vestigial, near insensate and constantly spasming tendrils of my mind.
That would be ‘minion’.
I just... honest to God, there are no words. Except, whoever you are... thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Whenever I even momentarily doubt myself, the universe always sends me a blithering blotard whose finest thoughts and most brilliant ideas are constantly coursing down his or her chin in a river of drool, as they rant and rave about how big my ass is, and who I really am, and how badly they hate me and wish I'd just go away.
I swear, there is no greater validation than finding such stuff. So thank you, whoever you are, for being the latest in an apparently unending line of cretins who despise me, because without you, I could probably go on, but it sure wouldn't be as much fun.