Greywind

Here's the competition: https://www.denofgeek.com/us/movies/batman/21717/the-actors-who-ve-played-batman

https://giphy.com/gifs/eyebleach-superdog-1vjVyFth2Mpm8

I disagree with this. Nowadays, everyone knows HOW to use a computer; surf the net, play games, and whatnot. Not everyone knows how to actually program one.

Shouldn't there be a "disrespected hero" before novice?

http://www.openculture.com/2020/01/monty-pythons-terry-jones-rip-was-a-comedian-but-also-a-medieval-historian-get-to-know-his-other-side.html

I've spent my whole life stickin' it to the man. If I do this, I'll be the man. I don't think I can be the man.

G’Quon wrote, “There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way. The war we fight is not against powers and principalities; it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting, in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain.”

So you think you're a Romeo Playing a part in a picture-show Take the long way home Take the long way home 'Cause you're the joke of the neighborhood Why should you care if you're feeling good Take the long way home Take the long way home But there are times that you feel you're part of the scenery All the greenery is comin' down, boy And then your wife seems to think you're part of the furniture Oh, it's peculiar, she used to be so nice When lonely days turn to lonely nights You take a trip to the city lights And take the long way home Take the long way home You never see what you want to see Forever playing to the gallery You take the long way home Take the long way home And when you're up on the stage, it's so unbelievable, Oh unforgettable, how they adore you, But then your wife seems to think you're losing your sanity, Oh, calamity, is there no way out, oh yeah Ooh, take it, take it out Take it, take it out Oh yeah Does it feel that your life's become a catastrophe? Oh, it has to be for you to grow, boy When you look through the years and see what you could have been Oh, what you might have been, If you'd had more time So, when the day comes to settle down, Who's to blame if you're not around? You took the long way home You took the long way home Took the long way home You took the long way home You took the long way home, so long You took the long way home You took the long way home, uh yeah You took the long way home Long way home Long way home Long way home Long way home Long way home Long way home

Osric Chau played Kevin Tran, who was a prophet of Chuck.

I don't recall Paragons in the original. Just everyone gathering, trying to save as many as possible without dying themselves.

Comic book physics: the train was stopped and the cable had a built in inertial dampener that saved everyone inside the train.

Theme music to SG1 s7.

According to the dictionary, "rooky" comes after. What are veterans seasoned with?

Being "outside time and space" shouldn't every being that had ever visited or will visit, be there at the same "time"?

Warren wasn't sure what surprised him more. Boyd's apparent intelligence or Jason's willingness to listen considering past interactions between these two men. “Is this on the company network?” Jason asked. “No. I've been working on it on my own. I'm not someone that the suits...” Boyd coughed. “Sorry. I'm not someone that management listens to.” “I'm listening,” Jason said. “I want a copy of your work.” He pulled the writing pad closer. “How are you with presentations?” “I've never had to give one outside of a classroom,” Boyd said quietly. Jason wrote something out on the pad. “This is the email address I want you to send your proposal to. The working copy you have now is fine. This second email address is someone who can help you with your presentation work.” “I don't understand,” Boyd said. “There is a meeting at the end of next month. You will be there to present on this after you get it cleaned up.” “This isn't what I was expecting,” Boyd mused. “Jump the line to the top and you find yourself with more work,” Jason said. Boyd nodded. “I appreciate it, Mr. Scott.” “Something else on your mind?” Looking guilty, Boyd said, “Yes, sir. I've been wondering about Beth.” “She still works for me,” Jason said. “When she left with you I was so angry.” “That was you in the pickup with the shotgun.” Nodding, Boyd said, “I was angry. I was drunk. Afterward I kept expecting the sheriff to show up on my doorstep. As the days went by and nothing happened I had to wonder why. I went by Beth's and talked to her dad. He told me she'd left town with you. “I had entirely too much time to sit and think. About the mess I'd made with Beth. About the mess my life was heading towards. I got counseling. I stopped drinking. I wasn't going to college to play ball. Never saw myself leaving town, really.” “What did you do with the shotgun?” Jason asked. Taking a heavy breath, Boyd looked at the ceiling. “I cleaned it. Put it back on the rack. It was my granddad's. Haven't been hunting since. Like I said, it kind of opened my eyes about where I could end up. That wasn't who I wanted to be.” “You missed.” “I'm sorry.” “Apology accepted.” “Can I ask you, Beth... Is she happy?” “I think so,” Jason told him. “Is she... Married? Seeing anyone?” “Boyd, as her employer, out of respect for her as a person, and more importantly as her friend, it isn't my place to answer any personal questions about her.” “I understand,” Boyd said. “I'll will get this emailed and start getting it cleaned up, then.” Boyd stood up, narrowly missing the server. “Mr. Scott. Warren.” “Merry Christmas, Boyd,” Warren said as the other man walked away. “Can I get you gentlemen anything?” she asked. “No,” Warren said. “I think we're pretty much...” “Refills, please,” Jason said, cutting Warren off. “Also two hot chocolates. One with no whipped cream. The other with extra whipped cream and cinnamon.” “Coming up.” Warren gave Jason a questioning look before turning around to scan Rosie's. Turning back, he said, “Kate and Leah coming?” Jason nodded. “Boyd didn't miss.” Jason shook his head. “Then why?” “I had a pretty good idea of who it was at the time. Understood where he was coming from. At the time I had more important concerns, if you recall. I didn't need to be sidetracked dealing with the sheriff about an inconsequential shooting.” “If it had been anyone other than you it wouldn't have been inconsequential,” Warren said. Jason shrugged. “It would have been even less of a concern to me and more of one to the sheriff. I'm sure they would have caught the perp, tried and imprisoned him. As it was, it didn't even rate the paper, since if anyone else heard the shot they would have written it off as a hunter.”

Everyone turn away. I want no witnesses.

The Doom Patrol and the Titans are no longer on the same earth. Kind of surprised I didn't see a Smallville earth in the new order of things.

For some of them it's the only way they get to see half-naked women.

If you take something out, only later to replace it with something similar, you're better off just leaving in the original item you took out. I've never found END tracking to slow a game. A player tracks their END when someone else is active.

Frank stood up. “If you will excuse me, this old person has had entirely too much excitement for one night. Thank you, Jason, for the invitation. And the book.” “My pleasure, sir. Sleep well.” “Good night, Daddy,” Beth said. Jason pulled his coffee cup out from under the coffee maker. “Would you like something?” “A glass of wine if you have it,” Beth answered. She slipped her shoes off and drew her legs up on the couch. Jason brought her a glass. “I didn't realize everything matched,” he said, noticing the blue reinforcement of her hosiery. “Attention to detail. Isn't that why you hired me?” She lifted the hem of her dress until the wide blue band of her stocking top was visible, revealing the blue strap of her garter belt. “Everything matches.” Jason dropped himself into a chair tiredly. “This evening got to you, didn't it? Even with everyone there being a friend or at least them having had some impact on your life.” “Batteries are nearly drained,” he admitted. “Entirely too many people all at once.” “So what was the sketch in Daddy's book?” “One of you.” Jason appeared a sketchbook and a pencil. “You aren't.” Jason looked at her. “I are.” The pencil started moving on a page. “Fine. Just make me look good.” He chuckled. “I capture the beauty. I don't improve upon it.” Beth toyed with her wine glass. “So what was the delay tonight?” “Croystetter.” “Artimus or Miriam?” “Yes. Apparently one of them got wind of tonight and Miriam wanted to know why I didn't invite her. It seems both of them are in town tonight. I'm just glad neither showed up at the gallery.” “I can't imagine them crashing,” Beth said. “Crash, no. Totally tasteless and below their station. But show up, get my attention and get a last minute invitation I wouldn't put past her.” “I see your point.” She took a drink of wine. “What are you going to do?” “Nothing. I already did it. I made it clear to her in no uncertain terms that I wasn't interested in seeing her, socially or otherwise.” “Ouch.” “I doubt it hurt much. I don't think she was chasing after me for her own sake.” Jason yawned. “You should go to bed. I'll take the couch.” Jason slipped his pencil under his left thumb, pinning it against the sketchbook. He gave Beth an annoyed glance. “My apartment. My rules. The lady gets the bed.” He stood up. “I'll take the couch.” “That's hardly fair. We could share it.” Heading down the hall, Jason said, “That's a tempting offer.” Trailing after him, Beth said, “Well, it doesn't seem right that I'm putting you out.” “You aren't.” He set his sketchbook on a bureau. Beth glanced at it. It was remarkable to her how finished it looked in the short amount of time Jason had worked on it. He had done it all in graphite, but at some point he'd switched to a blue pencil, shading in bits of her hosiery, dress, and makeup. “Needs a bit more color,” Jason said. “At the very least your lipstick.” Beth nodded. “Before you go running out of here, would you help me with my dress?” She turned her back to him, allowing him access to the zipper. Jason reached for the pull tab. His hand began itching. Yes! Take her! Claim her! “Something wrong?” “No,” he answered. His watch began beeping. He glanced at it and pushed a button, silencing it. “No more argument. Looks like I'll be sleeping in the tower. Assuming I sleep at all.” He caught the fabric of Beth's sleeve, and disappeared it. Beth shivered in the cool air. Turning to face him, Jason gave her a gentle smile. “You're right. It all matches.” He reappeared her dress and lay it across the bed. “There are hangers in the closet.” He turned towards the balcony door. Beth caught his arm. He turned back to her. Standing up on her toes, she kissed him on the cheek. “You looked like you needed it,” she said with a smile. “Be safe.” Jason changed. Pulsar pulled open the balcony door and stepped out, sliding the door closed. He launched himself into the sky. Leaning against the glass door, Beth watched him go. “Guess I have an idea of how Marlene feels at moments like this,” she said to herself. When Pulsar was a distant red light, Beth pulled the drapes closed and readied herself for bed.

Yes, it totally looked like Superman was going to need to be saved from "the boys".

The only reason, I think, that X-Men: Dark Phoenix and New Mutants are/were released is because they were done. I'm sure they held off on NM to reshoot/tweak things a bit.

If Satan ever lost his hair, there would be Hell toupee.

https://www.post-gazette.com/ae/tv-radio/2019/01/08/Joe-Manganiello-Dungeons-and-Dragons-Childrens-Hospital-Pittsburgh/stories/201901080140