I was not a journalism major, I majored in history with the intent of becoming a lawyer. I actually went to law school, which I hated, and am in possession of a law degree that I do use, even if law school itself was a never-ending nightmare.
James put it much nicer than I did, which is basically that I was “it’s not great, but I don’t really care” when it started, so I stopped watching. But the constant barrage of “IT’S THE REAL TREK” has made me much less interested in it than if it were recommended to me on its own merits.
I live in fear of this constantly, actually. Disney’s not just a corporation, it’s a corporation with very specific ideas about its image. Others might do whatever they need to in order to make money, which can include letting creators do what they want. Disney damns us to a future of PG-13 sanitization.
1) I laugh at this. This exists because it wasn’t going to be on the CW originally, just like Supergirl. I doubt it actually lasts.
Albert Burneko over at Deadspin. Dude has a way of twisting anger into words that is incredible. I fell into it through Foodspin and I still miss the recipes and the brief time he answered food-related emails. This is still one of my go-to articles for when I want a laugh: …
I mean, it’s Star Trek. It’s got the technobabble and the crew and stuff. It feels like Star Trek, it just doesn’t feel like good Star Trek. It as good as Enterprise did in was in the early days, basically. Which is still Trek. Mostly, though, it’s baffling in the things it gets wrong. I wish there was more…
Thrawn: Alliances. Thrawn was such a breath of fresh air in the Star Wars universe and reminded me of why I liked it in the first place, I can’t wait for the sequel.
Rob is the senior editor, not just an editor.
Rob is the turkey, the rock upon which we built the site. James is the mashed potatoes, and we pour stories all over him. Evan says he is corn and that Charles is sweet potato pie. Germain is the stuffing, Cheryl is the cranberry sauce, and Beth is the pumpkin pie. I, obviously, am the bitter greens.
There are only two kinds of people: People who like Young Justice and people who have not seen Young Justice.
Purple is my favorite color, although I almost never actually wear it. Black and grey generally, though.
Time turner. Time travel. Something. I need more time in my day.
It’ll be like the Sony Spider-Man deal: the X-Men may get replaced, no one from the Disney side will.
I read whatever Evan and James tell me to read. And also Super Sons.
Trying to explain to James how we are all in the same country and so spread out has never stopped being fun.
Learn to live in slack. Slack is life.
I had one I loved at the time, but I can’t remember it now. This is definitely an area in which James Whitbrook reigns supreme, though.
Miss Martian, Robin, and Aqualad are burying Superboy in the sand. Why?
After Thanksgiving. I will die on this hill.