Every Who Down in Whoville, the Tall and the Small

How the hell was your Tuesday, Gentle Reader? Feeling a bit Grinchy, hating the Whos with a sour, Grinchy frown? Or are you a Who, standing hand in hand with your fellow Whos singing and singing and singing and singing and--well, you get the point.

No, I don't know why I'm stuck on a The Grinch Who Stole Christmas cliche here. Maybe it's because I'm not used to staying up this late. Maybe it's because I'm not used to seeing amazing stuff like this. Maybe I'm just a bit happy and goofy. Deal with it.

But if it's any consolation, it's not all joy and singing at Chez Boeckman-Walker. For as astounding and wonderful and inspiring as the result of the presidential election is, we got a bit of bad news. Sad news. Glum, rotten, awful, no good news.

Yes, Gentle Reader, we're a bit torn up over the shocking announcement that Robin, Nightwing and the Bird of Prey are losing their comics come February. It's a sordid affair, and no good is sure to come of it. Poor, neurotic little Robin. Poor horndog Nightwing. Poor Oracle and her band of ass-kicking women.

Alas, it's not all warm-hearted rejoicing here in Whoville. But, hey, by the time those three titles bite the dust, Dumbyah will be outta there, Obama will be in and intellectual curiosity will be a good thing again. Ahh, it's still a good time to be alive!