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Sunday, April 29, 2012
F** it, dude.
Say what you want about the superhero genre, it's got a lot of truths. Such as the diminishing returns from retreating into one's formerly secret identity, and the decreasing number of villains that remain after you've been kicking everyone's shit around for too long. Captain Amazing, you know what I mean? You Amazing'ed yourself into obscurity. Great. Now what.
Existence is weird. You might have to bear with some shit.
So let's just see how it goes.