The only thing I like more than making fun of people on the internet is nachos covered in tangy cheese. O.K., nachos and making fun of myself. You may have noticed my avatar. It's a lantern. A red lantern. Why a red lantern you say?
Well, London's Alpha Geek, Sean Twist, pointed out on his podcast that he felt I embodied the spirit of the Red Lanterns. Why you may ask? Let's saunter over to Wikipedia:
Power ring (DC Comics): "Red power rings are powered by rage, feed on the rage of their users and anyone nearby, and are charged by the blood of those the user kills. Unlike to Green Lantern rings, which provide a helpful commentary to their user, red rings are depicted as constantly emitting violent commands ('Kill,' 'Rage,' 'Pain,' 'Hatred,' etc.), driving their wearers insane with rage and reducing them to little more than snarling beasts. The rings, however, seek out beings with great rage."
Of course, I felt this characterization to be wildly unjust. But, in the interest of being fair to one so wise, I explained the whole lantern thing to my dear wife and asked if she didn't think it a bit unfair, this idea that I was full of rage and prone to flying off the handle.
She laughed for about ten minutes. Sorry, she laughed at me for about ten minutes.
And my recent performance in the comments has done naught but add to this pile 'o personal shame.
Ah well, stiff lips, one foot forward, chin up and all that rot.
I have no idea what my point is. But I still hate the vuvuzela.
Not 40 minutes after posting this dreck, I, full of sanctimonious self-awareness, got into a near pitched battle with two elderly women about Harlequin Romances, their value as literature and how comics are no better. Suddenly I realise that I am about to yell at an old woman. About comics. And she works for me.
Evidently I have issues.
That sound you hear is my wife laughing at me again.
I need nachos.