Three books this week...it certainly helps the pocketbook when there are fewer books to buy. Should I wish that the books I buy regularly become so bad that I won't want to spend money on them?
Blackest Night 3 (of 8): The Indigo Girls to the rescue! No, wait, it's the Indigo Tribe -- yet another group wielding power rings representing a color of the emotional spectrum. One of them explains that...I'll try and condense..."In the beginning there was only darkness, then the universe was nothing but white light, then the darkness fought back and white light was splintered into the colors, and now the darkness is fighting back again, thus the Black Lanterns." It seems that combining colors can neutralize the black rings and de-animate the corpses. Of course, this being part 3 of 8, it can't be that easy because there'd be no story left. This story continues to entertain, with more great dialogue between Flash and Green Lantern. Bonus: someone's turned into a pillar of salt!
Action Comics 881: Supergirl, Nightwing and Flamebird figure out that Reactron, who killed Supergirl's father, was involved in the events (in the "Codename: Patriot" arc) that have led them to be dubbed the "Metropolis 3" and wanted for murder, and they need to find Reactron to clear their names. Unfortunately, Supergirl and Flamebird, best friends as kids, aren't getting along so well now. The "second feature" in this book, featuring Captain Atom, is marginally more interesting since it's now definitely tied into the storylines occuring in the Superman books.
Simpsons Comics 158: After Homer runs afoul of the local homeowners' association, a new "friend" persuades him to run for the group's presidency -- and helps him win. Which reminds me of one of my favorite quotes from the TV show. After Homer starts a security company that takes over policing Springfield (Chief Wiggum having been fired for one too many screwups), he tells Marge: "You know, I've had a lot of jobs--boxer, mascot, astronaut, imitation Krusty, baby-proofer, trucker, hippie, plow driver, food critic, conceptual artist, grease salesman, carny, mayor, grifter, bodyguard for the mayor, country/western manager, garbage commissioner, mountain climber, farmer, inventor, Smithers, Poochie, celebrity assistant, power plant worker, fortune cookie writer, beer baron, Kwik-E-Mart clerk, homophobe and missionary--but protecting Springfield, that gives me the best feeling of all." Who knew you could get a job as a homophobe...oh, wait, politicians do it all the time.
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