Don't Stop Remembering

One more, since folks seem to A) still be in on this and 2) be in on this more than once. And because I so love the Ultraverse.
Here to the left for your clickin' and readin' pleasure is a whole page from the aforementioned Suicide Squad issue #30, featuring everyone's favorite snake-themed, chaos-bent terrorist, Kobra. (My friend and Kobra-enthusiast Chris informs me that Kobra is Lord Naga-Naga's supervillain name. How great is that, I ask you?) This issue is the last of a big-ass cross-over called the Janus Directive which skittered through Suicide Squad, Checkmate, Firestorm, and Captain Atom. I only have the Suicide Squad issues, rendering the whole thing confusing and rather useless. But it was all worth it for that one glorious page.
From the "Things You Say When You're Part of a Secret Government Organization Engaged in a Mission to Destroy a Satellite Run By Kobra Which Will Scramble Brains and Queer Delicate Electronic Devices All Over the World" department:
(A panel from the fine Suicide Squad series, issue 30, by John Ostrander and Kim Yale, art by John K. Snyder III and Karl Kesel.)
I spend way too much time reading entertainment news considering the disdain I have for most celebrities. In my travels the last few days I've seen a lot about the foofarah over NBC's new show The Book of Daniel, in particular a bunch of Christian-types who have their pious panties in a twist over the appearance of Big J. the C. and what they assume from the commercials to be a disrepectful view of their religion. Also fun are the two stations -- including one in my own bass-ackwards land of Indiana, home of The Jacksons and John Dillinger -- refusing to air the show for similar reasons. Anyhow, in today's TV Column at the Washington Post (registration required) I found the following tidbit:
"The limited series stars Aidan Quinn as the Rev. Daniel Webster, whose oldest son is gay and struggling with the loss of his twin brother; whose teenage daughter is selling pot to finance her manga obsession; whose teenage adopted son is something of a skirt chaser; and whose wife is coping with the loss of her child with the help of lunchtime martinis."
I'll be tuning in after all.