Bull’s-eye! The Green Arrow-Blog!
Published by z April 28th, 2006 in Diaries, OtherThe Comic Blogs: written by those who truly wear their underpants on the outside.
This week’s author: Green Arrow
What in the world have I gotten myself into? A few months ago, I thought it’d be really funny to run for mayor. I’m already a billionaire and a member of the Justice League of America, and besides, about a year ago I took three arrows through my chest, which is usually a good sign that you need to take a break from the superhero business. I didn’t even think I’d win the election; I only got the idea because I’d been drinking with Plastic Man until three in the morning and we saw a story on the news about the mayor’s retirement. Plastic Man was like, “Dude, you should run for Mayor.” Then he kept pouring me shots and calling me “your honor”. There are two things you should always remember about Plastic Man: one, never go drinking with him, because he can make his liver the size of a boat. Two, never have a thumb war with him (same reason), with a bet that you’ll run for mayor if you lose.
Up, Up and Away! The Super Blog!
Published by z April 20th, 2006 in Diaries, SupermanThe Comic Blogs: written by those who truly wear their underpants on the outside.
Blog by: Superman
As you all know, I haven’t had my powers for a while, and I’m still adjusting to life as a “norm” (as we call them in the JLA when Batman isn’t around.) It hasn’t gone smoothly so far; Lex Luthor beat me up yesterday, officially becoming the “most ironic thing to ever happen to Superman.”
As Superman, I was known for flying around and punching things, but I had abilities people forget about. For instance, I had a heightened sense of vision, a heightened sense of hearing, and I also had a heightened sense of Vengeance. Let me tell you; anyone who ever said “Revenge is a dish best served cold” has never tried it with a piping-hot side of heat vision.
Up, up, and away! The Super-Blog!
Published by z April 10th, 2006 in Diaries, SupermanThe Comic Blogs: written by those who truly wear their underpants on the outside.
Blog by: Superman
As some of you may know, the Supe came from humble roots. I grew up in Kansas, where life is all about simple pleasures, like Ma’s apple pie and watching a sunset with Pa after a hard day of work in the fields. But when I was 12, my body started to change: my voice got deeper, hair grew on nuts, and my parents told me I was from outer space. That’s when I discovered that simple pleasures don’t mean dick when you’re the Supe. I’ve never been eating dinner on Paradise Island, surrounded by thousands of hot Amazonian women in togas, and thought, “yeah, but where’s the apple pie?”