So the continuing downward spiral of DC comics continues. Like the Titanic, the DC ship continues to sink, while it's First Class passengers (DiDio and Lee) continue to deny that water is coming up over the bow and the watertight compartments are flooding. Meanwhile, all of the talented and sensible writers and artists continue to make for the lifeboats.
I myself stopped reading DC within the first year. I gave them 12 months to wow me with their "fresh, new" stuff, and in my opinion, failed at every turn. The nonsensical changes, the buffet-style "pick what you want" history that somehow all happened in 5 years, the horrible costume designs (The 90's ended for a reason, guys), the anti-climatic events, the almost monthly cancellation of titles (one of my friends has had the misfortune to see nearly every title he's collected so far be cancelled because the book "didn't find it's audience"), and changes made to make the books appear more "diverse" (Turning Alan Scott gay is the best example).
Since then, I've found less and less joy in comics; Marvel has done the same relaunch thing, but appears to be a little more cautious about it. But it just doesn't feel...right. I guess I've finally outgrown comics all together.