Tjack

I just heard that because of the sale of the CW network that the B5 reboot has been removed from the list of shows that will be coming out this year.  It is however on the list for shows to potentially be done in 2023, but this will be up to whoever buys the network.  You can go to JMS’s patreon page for his statement.

“You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din.”

No, they're actually sensible about how they chase down road runners.

I just spent an entire day dealing with teenagers, followed by an entire evening dealing with their parents. You don't scare me.

I fully admit, I never got BBQ chicken pizza. 
 

Every time I get into a discussion like this my blood pressure shoots up to bad places.....I’m gonna give this one a pass.  Best of luck and well wishes to you and yours.

Foxbat hadn’t even intended to be in Detroit on the big day. But something had gone south (or north, as the case may be) with his latest Master Plan™, so he was in Detroit.
 
It was the day that changed his entire life. 
 
When Doctor Destroyer attacked the city that day, Foxbat found himself quickly pressed into service by Quantum. She had him directing traffic, helping people get out of the city. He did it for hours. In time, the city was like a ghost town—except for all the explosions downtown. He ventured closer.
 
By the time he arrived, Defender was the only Champion still standing. Destroyer had him by the throat and seemed intent on crushing the life out of him. But before Foxbat could get close enough to do anything, Defender reached up and activated something in the breastplate of his armor. A painfully bright green-white light overcame everything. When he could finally see again, Foxbat saw Defender lying on the ground next to the few smoldering scraps of what had been Doctor Destroyer and his armor. Defender wasn’t moving. 
 
Foxbat made his way to the fallen hero, unsure what he should do. Was he still alive? Could he be helped? As he came close, Foxbat could hear ragged, shallow breaths. Defender yet lived.
 
“Defender? Can you hear me?”
 
“I … hear you. Is it done? Is Doctor Destroyer beaten?”
 
“Yeah, he’s done. I’m pretty sure he’s never going to bother anyone ever again.”
 
“Then it ... worked.” He let out  a sigh of relief. Foxbat found himself hoping he wasn’t witnessing Defender’s last breath.
 
After a moment, Defender continued. “With Destroyer gone, we can rebuild. What is your name, friend?”
 
“I’m the Fa….” He thought better of it. “I’m Freddie.”
 
“Freddie,” Defender struggled to say. “I am glad to have you here with me, at the end.”
 
“Hey, now, none of that talk. We need to get you to a hospital.”
 
“I will never make it to a hospital. I should already be dead. The fact that I lived long enough to meet you … I take it as a sign. There should be a detachable module on my right hip. Do you see it?”
 
“Um, yes.”
 
“Take it.”
 
“I’m not sure you should be giving this to me.”
 
“There’s no time … for anyone else. Take it.”
 
“Okay, I have it.”
 
“Good. It’s done. Now I can … rest.”
 
“Um, Defender, what is it?”
 
“The future, Freddie. The fut….” He said no more.
 
Freddie arose slowly, numbed by what he had just witnessed. Not knowing what else to do, he went home.
 
In the coming days, Freddie discovered that his unlikely inheritance contained plans—plans for a new city, for defeating nearly every known supervillain (including himself!), for legal and civic and social plans to prevent what had happened in Detroit from ever happening anywhere else. And it contained a full set of schematics for a new, more advanced, more powerful set of armor. 
 
It was a revelation.
 
This, this is what it was all really about, Freddie thought to himself. This is what fate had in mind for me all along. This is my future! Not a villain, but a hero! Not to steal or conquer, but to lead and help and rebuild! I’ve been such an idiot! Why did I never see this before?
 
So Freddie threw himself into his new role with reckless abandon. The intellect that had created all of his old gadgets quickly grasped the new designs. Within just a few months, he had built himself a small fortune—through legal means, no less—and a suit of powered armor based on Defender’s specs. Now was his time to shine, to be a beacon to those who needed to see the light. Now was the day of Foxbat, the Defender!
 
Quote: “There is no place in this fair city for criminals like you! Surrender, or I’ll hit you with something a lot worse than a ping pong ball!”
 
Variant #2: Foxbat Defender
 

Hold your head high, you did more for that beleaguered campaign than anyone else and kept the faith.   You did nothing wrong but pick unluckily.   Spin the big wheel and try again.

Yeah it was hard enough to watch, actually being involved would have been an unimaginable horror.
 
 

When I’m in the grocery store and I go down that aisle, I smile and under my breath I say “TRASH BAGS! GIMME TRASH BAGS!”  Its an obscure A-Team reference, but it makes me laugh.

I have had the misfortune of meeting Dave Mustaine back when I was working at the House of Blues in Harvard Sq.  He was an entitled git.

Could someone with more tech savvy please put up from YouTube the Tennessee Mafia Jug Band’s rendition of “Ghost Chickens in the Sky”  or  The Theme Song for Super Chicken  
   Thank you.

“One Punch!”  “One Punch!”    Blue Beetle
  “Batman hit Guy Gardner.....and I MISSED IT!?!”.......”Oh God, I’m depressed.”    Black Canary

That or Dr. Frank N. Furter.

“One Punch!”  “One Punch!”    Blue Beetle
  “Batman hit Guy Gardner.....and I MISSED IT!?!”.......”Oh God, I’m depressed.”    Black Canary

Magnetic clay
 

Major anniversary today. The birth of one of the most imitated covers of all time. Also, pound-for-pound is the greatest run ever. 
 
 

I was really struggling to get my wife's attention.
 
So, I sat down on the sofa and looked comfortable.
 
That did the trick.

Frosted Flakes can go...
 
...
 
...
 
...in my pantry.  The others get junked.

My wife told me she wanted to go to one of those restaurants where they make your food right in front of you.
 
So I took her to Subway.
 
Anyway, this couch is lumpier than I remember....