No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
In the end, I was pleased with the 📺 version of “Crisis on Infinite Earths”. I’m sure I could think of a thousand things from the original that I wish had found their way in, but Berlanti et al had to do their own thing in the context of the Arrowverse, and for me it almost entirely played well and paid off. Maybe the only thing I needed to see by the finale (and they provided it) was a proper and hopeful closure for the Christopher Reeve rendition of Superman as incarnated by Brandon Routh, who we’d last seen doing his best to live a life in the shadow of the deaths, well, of basically everyone close to him. Admittedly, I wish they’d used the Spectre a little more dramatically—that’s where I’d wanted to see a giant Anti-Monitor: battling a giant Spectre at the dawn of time. The one thing to read in the aftermath is Variety’s report on just how the one, particular, super-secret cameo came together at the last possible minute.