TwiLyghtSansSparkles

Make it so.

Wait. The Autumn Glass Fanclub is now canon. Shiny Sparkle, then, can be seen as a very forward member of the Dallesport chapter. Does this mean Vapor Snake was hired to protect Autumn from her own Fanclub?

NO CAR OF MINE WILL BE AN ALETHI PRUDE But seriously, I've left that hand uncovered for years and it picks TODAY to make a stand?

Vapor Snake's squad would be interesting, but it might've taken a lot of convincing on his part to get his dad to let him do it.

Now my glove compartment won't open. I have my glasses in there. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

And once Oregonians learned of Deathwish, Nighthound, Timeport, and Electro, The Dalles' financial woes were over.

Posting memes? Just kidding. I actually just graduated with a Master's degree in Library and Information Science, so now it's just a matter of finding a public library willing to hire me.

But how could Calamity have made him into an Epic if he was an Epic all along?

Not really. My siblings are all just as powerless as I am, and my dad always takes my mom's side. I don't plan on living with my parents this time next year, though, so all I have to do is find a decent job in my field.

I would love to do that. I've tried it several times. Here's how it'll go: Me: Mom, it hurt my feelings when you said X. Mom (frowning, as though in thought): When did I say that? Me: Last night, when you were lecturing me. You said X, and it hurt my feelings. Mom: I didn't say that. Me: You did, and I remember— Mom (angry): No, I never said that to you! Maybe I said it to someone else and you overheard, and if you were listening in on my private conversations, SHAME ON YOU! Shame on you! Me: Okay, I'm sorry, I must've misheard— Mom: You did, because I would never say that, if you think I'd say something that heartless….(ensuing lecture omitted for brevity) And I know that cutting me off to talk over me is different, but her reaction if I confronted her would be about the same. She'd have some "reason" for why she always does that, which would probably entail a list of my character flaws ("You can be flighty sometimes, and I feel like I have to come down on you like a hammer just to get you to remember what you'd planned to do next….") and wouldn't end until she'd covered the same points at least three times apiece.

Yeah, and they did another marathon the day before the 50th, but c'mon. They'll do Top Gear marathons at the drop of a hat. Doctor Who >>>>>>>>>>>>Top Gear.

I KNOW! It's a travesty, I tell you! One day, shortly before the 50th anniversary special, BBC America was playing Fantastic Four. And not Doctor Who. Not even Torchwood. Fantastic Four. It's not even a British movie! I mean, yes, it stars a Welsh actor….playing an American, in a movie based on American material, that most Americans don't even like all that much. WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY

They will pay to license the song. Seriously, they make enough money off Hot Topic merchandise sales alone to cover the cost of one measly song.

WHY WAS THIS NOT ON NETFLIX .... I'm off to declare war on the BBC. Anyone with me?

She'd Hulk out on me if I gave the slightest inclination she was annoying me. Or she'd get all hurt and weepy. Either way, it wouldn't be pleasnt.

I really, really wish my mom would stop talking over me. And I don't just mean in those family free-for-alls where everyone is talking at once; I mean like when I actually have a serious question. This morning, for example, she asked me if I've decided whether or not I'm going to go back to Washington in July for a family friend's wedding. I told her yes, and told her I'd already talked to my boss about the days I'd need off. Me: So I'll need to take Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and then come back either Saturday or Sunday. I'm going to tell him on Monday that— Mom: Okay, would you want to drive back with us? We'd be leaving on Friday and getting back on Sunday. Me: Sure, that's fine. By the way, what days will I be on my own here— Mom: Okay, and that'll save us some serious coin on the return flight. Me: What days will I be on my— Mom: What you need to do is go online and check out one-way flights, and see if you can use our frequent flyer miles. First of all, I already know I'll need to get a one-way flight. Not only have I done this before, but I do it for other members of the family, too. I'm the only one in the house who knows how to access my dad's frequent flyer miles, including my dad. She knows this. She's demanded asked me to get frequent flyer mile flights multiple times before. She's bemoaned the fact that when I move out, she and Dad will need to learn how to utilize the miles themselves. Why does she feel the need to tell me I need to get a ticket and use the miles? That's like reminding me to hand my money to the nice lady behind the counter when I go to McDonald's. I know how the process works, Mom, and you interrupted my serious question to remind me to do something I've done before. And that's the thing with my mom: everything requires an explanation. Everything. Even things she knows we know how to do. It's gotten to the point where I don't want to ask her anything because I know I'll get a long explanation of why I need to do the thing I asked about, or what she's worried about regarding the thing, or some political situation tangentially relevant to the thing. I don't want to hear about the thing, Mom, I just want my question answered.

I was about to suggest the same thing. That would be really interesting. What would they discuss? Do they all talk at once, or does Vondra go around the room in a circle asking for reports? Are they emotional, or reserved?

Epic characters, maybe. I think a few more vanilla perspectives would be welcome. /opinion

What is your favorite breed of dog? Do you ever read the blog Hyperbole and a Half?

That it's going to be a bit awkward when both Ethans meet. And that it could get a tad confusing.

Well, if Steelheart were based on Silver Age Superman, he would've had the power to shoot tiny Supermen out of his hands.

Speaking of Deathwish, I'm afraid I have some alarming news. It appears he's real. And his name is Tom.

And don't even start on all the times he's called in sick via strippergram.

Edgerunner and Scribbler could periodically suggest he be called "Grand Poobah of Poobah-like Things," much to his consternation.