Oliver clearly has that gift of tongues that many heroes seem to achieve at a certain point in their careers.
He speaks, English, Russian, Mandarin- probably Cantonese if he was on Hong Kong for any length of time, and Spanish.
He is certainly a cunning linguist.

I have Adrian Smith's autograph, on a poster he'd drawn when we both worked for Games Workshop.

It's a pretty cool bande dessinee by Hugo Pratt. But there it refers to the eponymous (a word I just learned and have been dying to use) hero.

I want to see Morena dressed as Robin - or maybe Zatanna. (I love me a sweet babe in a top hat and fishnets)

Going to join in the general sighs of fanboy desire here. She is just so fine.

But… Carmina Burana isn't an opera. It's a collection of 24 medieval poems set to music by Carl Orff.

I'm going to assume you don't draw yourself. If you did, you'd realise that Immonen is the most gifted draughtsman to work in comics since Garcia Lopez, and that Baggers, while probably a lovely man, is a competant hack, nothing more.
You probably prefer Drew Struzan to David Grove as well, don't you?

Huh. I assumed Peralta was playing Diaz ; he hadn't really deliberately lost to Amy :* he just wanted Katie's phone number, and he knew that was the way to make Diaz come across.

"…black person with a British accent so it's okay because they're black
but not really like "black" black. Black person who doesn't like jazz?
GTFO."

They give an unironic shout out to "marvelous" Marv Wolfman's run on the Teen Titans (which was freakin' awesome by the way, is still influencing the D.C.U. ,and well worth your attention).
Plus, "You're my density…. destiny." Is what Marty's Dad says to his mom when they first meet in Back to the Future, so it was…

Uhhhnnn… you present a strong argument. Maybe a near-omnipitent member of a race of transgalactic super-beings could outsmart Tony Stark…

But, they also quote Lovecraft this episode. If I ever had any lingering doubts about the show they are now dispelled.

Oh, well; if a nineteen year old chippie infatuated with an unstable older man who just happens to be a genius poet and who invents a ghost story after a wet weekend of debauchery in Lord Byron's lakeside palace is your criteria for rationality then, sure.

"They were unable to acquire an ingredient vital to the completion of the spell. A body part from the horseman of Death."

Man; one minute you're falling off a truck with Indy, the next you're explaining to Nick Cage how to internalise aspects of the rapture in a cheap ass exploitation movie.

"… just a dealbreaking level of crazy."

The sad thing is, the stuff they were (apparantly) telling her was really banal. Ms.Generic Bikini contestant levels of fatuity ; real bumper sticker platitudes. It resulted in an odd mixture of primal terror and embarrassment for me.

Yeah?Try telling yourself that next time you're lying next to a sweet, pretty girl with a suddenly glassy expression who's just told you this shit is real. Like, taxes and heart attack real, as far as she's concerned. If you can maintain the same erudite philosophical detatchment, I'll be impressed.

And… I smiled, made conciliatory noises and broke up with her as soon afterward as was safe.
What? We were in bed, and she was baring her soul. I have rarely been more frightened.

And yet… why would a company name themselves after a bunch of filthy,ignorant humanoid savages who are subservient to a society of intelligent horses?