Truetorial: Real Ghostbusters
can’t be Megos, can they?
In four months, I'm going to be 30 years old. I'm not really worried about it. Things don't feel much different from when I was a kid. The space shuttle is still the primary space vehicle, ketchup still isn't a vegetable, and Clash of the Titans & The Karate Kid are new in theaters. Not everything is the same, more people care about who Jacob is than who shot JR, and of course, there's Pluto (sorry, buddy). As a toy collector, things feel especially the same. I'm still hitting up stores looking for Black Spidey, Desaad, He-Man, and Wreck-Gar. Over the last few years, toy companies have, ingeniously, figured out that I'll buy all my old toys over again if they at least try to make them better. It's an 80s love fest out there. I've been enjoying every minute of it.
I’m trying to be good and put away a little money for the SDCC exclusive onslaught, but Hasbro and Iron Man are making that difficult. I innocently went to Toys R Us in search of new Prince of Persia Legos, and out of nowhere I spy this Iron Man 2 3pk. “Haven’t seen this before,” I thought and picked it up. A few minutes later, I’m cursing myself for being weak as I hand it to the cashier. But my weakness is your gain.
Almost one year later, the longest night ever in the DC Universe has finally come to an end with Blackest Night #8. I wouldn’t call what I’m writing a review, so much as my thoughts on what happened, but mostly I want to examine where I feel the DC Universe is going. I’ll be referencing the events of the story and its tie-in books, so reader be warned: Thar be SPOILERS ahead. 
