Don’t you hate when life imitates art?
Standing in the checkout line, living normally in a world of steak, prepackaged couscous, and kitty litter. A world, in short, of normalcy, of a universe I can believe, with consistent laws and ordinary people. And then, this! And all of the sudden I’m up Ben Edlund’s universe without a superpower.
It’s the perfect story
So they say
Hammer’s call to glory
Let’s all be our best
Next up – Who’s gay?
Although, does the Enquirer really count as life? I mean, since they absorbed the Weekly World News those guys have had to have something to do I guess.
Still, if you’re gonna show me things like that in the checkout line, I really think I deserve to have Marty Noxon show up at my house. Or NPH. Or at least David Fury.
Life is so fucking unfair.