Hmm. And now I feel guilty because I can't stop babbling about comics. I feel like I need to write a livejournal post where I promise not to let comics fandom devour me from my bottom, or something...

Edited to say that, obviously, that's my weird thing, and yeah, shutting up now.

Vandal Savage is in 1602? How? He's a DC character.

And there we show how little I know about these comicverses. Who's the dude with the mirrors, and the pointy goatee, then?

SA, he's Dr. Stephen Strange.

Thanks to you crackheads, I went to Half-Price Books at lunch and happened to find Nightwing: Ties That Bind. And so I bought it.

Anne, Vonnie, Nutty, (or any other long-term Homicide viewer) Do we ever find out how Mr. Russert kicked it?

According to the character bios here, Russert's husband died of cancer. I vaguely recall Russert having this conversation with Munch, although I can't exactly remember from which episode.

Thanks.I picked the wrong search term in Google.(I had this idea for a drabble and I didn't want to get stomped with canon, huh?)And, cool, the Munchkin exes are Gwen, Maria, and Nancy...I've been trying to track it for a while. But not as long as I wondered what "iguana style" was.

Heh. It took me a few different searches as well. I *thought* it was some kind of terminal illness but the details were just out of my mind's reach, you know? Then of course I had to go all obsessed and *had to* find out.

Guess there's a little Bayliss in all of us. Sadly, I do not mean porn. Sigh.

Oh, *ouch*.

t whimper

I blame Vonnie and the Stargate people. I just finished reading The Cost of Doing Business. That is one hell of a story. Brutal and unyielding and yet it all makes sense in the end. Takes balls to do that, and again, and again.

Now I have to go crawl off and lick my wounds.

(ETA: And Dana? You never ever should read that story. Ever.)

Hee. Hee hee.

t remembers own self curling into a ball and whimpering in a corner

t stops giggling

I in turn blame Katie, who recced the fic to me way back when I first started reading SG fic. I was just learning to get attached to the team, you see? This fic killed me, in a way most dark Buffyfic never had. I was all, "Holy shit. It's frickin' brilliant. I never want to read this again." Then, "wahh! I want a hug!". Maybe I should revisit it to see if it still packs the same kind of wallop.

ETA: I remembered there was a good longish discussion on Maayan's blog about the story a year or so ago. Let me see... ahh, here it is.