I saw Justice League. I seem to recall enjoying it, but the next day I could barely remember it. If I concentrate, I can come up with some solid recollections of who said or did what, but no part of it jumps out as having been my “favorite part.”
I am irritated that Jason Momoa looks like he does and is funny. Being funny is supposed to be what the fates give guys like me to make up for the fact that we don’t look like him, or Chris Hemsworth, or Terry Crews. If big, pumped-up beefcakes are going to start being funny, I might have to start going to a gym, and I really don’t want to do that.
Oh, yeah, I’m supposed to be talking about the comic. I think the joke in panel three is some of my best work.