Oh, really, Mark Millar and Todd McFarlane?
Note: This piece is being written in a drop-kick, in your face manner that I rarely show on this blog. But what follows is extremely my typical AngieAriespissedofftomboy rant. People who've known me for many years (family and friends from elementary through high school) know this side of me quite well. The rest of you...well, don't say I didn't warn you. My poor mother. She named me Angela in hopes that I would live up to all the angelic virtues that have been linked to that appellation. But the heavens conspired against her; I was born with the planets aligned in the opposite of her peaceful (well, somewhat peaceful), diplomatic and rigorously justice-loving sign, the forever-ladylike Venus- influenced Libra. I came into this world as an Aries, war-like, bossy, extremely impulsive and a natural defender of those who didn't seem to know how to turn their hands into fists (which baffled me for years). Mom didn't know that about me at first, of course. According to...