Current mood: Universes on a New York street

Today I have been mostly feeling like a young Jack Kirby on the streets of New York, hiding several universes of power and thrills behind that cigar-clenching smile, a force of pure energy that was always ready to unleash the most wonderful imagination in order to put food on the table for his family.

Look at this guy. He's already wondering what happens to the energy of the gods after Ragnarok, and contemplating the best way to show somebody getting smacked in the kisser. God is in that grin.