Unions. Women in wrestling.
I just wanted to prove that there were at least two other things I hate as much as Spider-Man. I've been getting some suggestions from people that maybe I am letting a lot of my own personal anger manifest in the topic, but I assure everyone that I retain special levels of contempt and dislike for many other things in this world.Stupidity might be at the top of my list.
As much as I detest Spider-Man, I love The Flash. Like the explanation regarding Parker, I didn't grow up adoring Flash. Sure I knew who he was, and sometimes when I was running around in my backyard as a kid, with my towel wrapped around my neck playing super heroes with the neighborhood kids, I would run really fast and claim I was the Flash.But my love for the character never really manifested until the strangest of Novembers (or was it Decembers) in Ottawa.
I was in the Silver Snail, walking through the aisles with my then girlfriend, and commenting on the different books that had been released that week. She asked me if I read The Flash, and I told her that I had never gotten into it. I explained that it wasn't that I didn't like the hero, but for me The Flash died with Barry Allen's noble sacrifice in Crisis On Infinite Earths. This was the first time that DC felt that a teen sidekick was ready to take over and they made a big play by doing it through the death of a well established character. While I had been explaining this to her, she had been leafing through the recent issue, and she put it back on the rack awkwardly, and before I could walk away, the issue fell open to the back page.
Standing there was Barry Allen.
I paused, and did a double take. I bought the issue, because I needed to know how, and why. At first I was excited, but as I drove back to my dorm trying to get my head around what I was going to read, I started to get angry. Barry alive? Didn't that slap Crisis in the face, and demean his sacrifice? The read was actually very good, and so I bought the next issue. And the one after that. What unfolded before me changed my view on The Flash forever. I had read Waid's work before, but I had never been so captivated by the story that I bothered to find out who he was. This run changed all of that. It is called The Barry Allen Saga, and without ruining it for anyone who's never read it, it changed the way I viewed The Flash, and more specifically Wally West.
It didn't stop there either. What Wade, Augustyn and eventually Geoff Johns did on the rest of that run, and into the next one, was make The Flash one of the greatest comic books of the nineties and into the new millennium. If you're on the outside, looking in and wondering why all the Flash love in comicdom, read that series. The Flash, Volume 2. The Barry Allen Saga. It's terrific. And in it we meet all manner of speedsters from across the DC Universe. For me, this is when the book starts to become about the legacy of speed, and not just about Jay, or Barry, or Wally or Bart.
It's good stuff.
A couple of questions before I go.
Wonder Woman's getting up there in age. Shouldn't she be going into her nesting phase any time now? Her mother prayed and reached out and sought a boon from the gods in order to create Diana. Isn't it time for her to give mom a grandchild?
I always liked the idea that Arthur would be her husband one day, but apparently that's not going to happen after all he's been through.
Why does the X-Universe always have to be such a colossal cluster? I miss being able to care about mutants and what was going on in their world. When did it become too much of a nuissance?
Why isn't Transmetropolitan a movie yet? Spider Jerusalem is a personality that belongs on a bigger screen.