There are a lot of places in the world where we can all feel judged.  My parallell parking makes me extremely self-conscious, as does any time I have to explain something on the internet.  Strangely, I don’t feel public speaking, because judge away, losers, but I have worried about what people think of me, and I find that it helps to pretend that it’s Jay Garrick watching me.  He’d always be helpful and constructive, even when you screw up for real, and he’d even offer assistance from years of runnin’ at high speed, leading to today’s jurisprudential query…

The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) figures you’re wondering what “judge” means in this context, and my response to that is “I dunno, whaddaya got?”, asking: What fictional character would you be most comfortable with as your judge?


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Once upon a time, there was a young nerd from the Midwest, who loved Matter-Eater Lad and the McKenzie Brothers... If pop culture were a maze, Matthew would be the Minotaur at its center. Were it a mall, he'd be the Food Court. Were it a parking lot, he’d be the distant Cart Corral where the weird kids gather to smoke, but that’s not important right now... Matthew enjoys body surfing (so long as the bodies are fresh), writing in the third person, and dark-eyed women. Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as: Fear! Surprise! Ruthless efficiency! An almost fanatical devotion to pop culture! And a nice red uniform.


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