And I knew it would come from Cunard. I would have been able to resist if he hadn’t thrown in a picture of napping puppies.
Sigh. Here we go:
If you could have one superpower, what would it be and why? (Assume you also get baseline superhero enhancements like moderately increased strength, endurance and agility.)
I would have to go with long-range teleportation, not for any particular crime-fighting usefulness but to allow me to go places I love cheaply and without having to pass through airport security. Forget all that great power/responsibility blah-blah. I just want to be able to pop down to New Orleans for Sunday brunch.
Which, if any, ‘existing’ superhero(es) do you fancy, and why?
I was going to pretend to be above this question, but then I remembered Hugh Jackman in a sleeveless t-shirt in the X-Men movie, and I became distracted and ashamed.
Which, if any, ‘existing’ superhero(es) do you hate?
Green Arrow. Creepy old hypocrite.
OK, here’s the tough one. What would your superhero name be? (No prefab porn-name formulas here, you have to make up the name you think you’d be proud to mask under.)
I would have to go with something vaguely pretentious but somewhat inscrutable, like “The Skeptic” or “Mister Spite.” I would insist it be spelled properly, with no kewl vowel substitutions.
For extra credit: Is there an ‘existing’ superhero with whom you identify/whom you would like to be?
This was a tough one. I wouldn’t wish the current emotional state of most super-heroes on my worst enemy. But if she counts, I very often feel like Agatha in Girl Genius: never entirely sure what exactly is going on, relying on improvisation to bluff through random unpleasantness, and at the mercy of ill-tempered felines who are nonetheless adorable. (I don’t wander around in my underwear nearly as often as Agatha does, which is probably for the best.)
There really isn’t one I’d want to be, because chances seem strong that my fate would ultimately be decided by either Geoff Johns or Brian Bendis, and those possibilities are utterly unacceptable.
Pass it on. Three people please, and why they’re the wind beneath your wings.
That’s okay. I can forgive others for meme-ing me, but I can’t bring myself to meme others.