Loading ...I know that everyone may be tired of Lost, but no one gets tired of comics!
Right?
Right?
Anyway. Here’s what I bought today.
In all I bought 4 comics today. One from 1947 (the year my mother was born.) One from 1955 (um, the year something happened.) One from 1971 (The year someone near and dear to me was born!) and One from 1987 (the year I graduated high school — I know. I’m old. But that, in part, is what allows me to buy a comic from the year my mother was born).
So here they are, from oldest to most recent.
Captain Marvel Adventures 73. Captain Marvel is a what!?
Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Tarzan 65. Come here often Sailor? (The monkey responds “Why, sir! That is quite forward of you. I’m afraid my dance card is booked for this evening!” I haven’t read the comic yet. I’m just assuming that is the story from the cover illustration)
Detective Comics 413. I bought it because of the two kids on the cover, both of whom look to be about 53. And was the Scarecrow eating peanut butter when Batman and the middle aged children found him in the cemetery? Actually, I bought it for the jaunty pose Batgirl is assuming on the logo.
Batman 408. Batman meets Jason Todd, the second Robin for the first time! (If you discount the previous five years in which Jason was a blond haired preternaturally happy child who dyed his hair black and wore the first Robin’s clothing. After the Crisis, DC thought Jason’d be more interesting as a car thief and all around jerk. Regretting the decision almost immediately, they killed him. But he got better.)
Hmm. Jason almost deserves his own post. It was with Jason that DC decided that well adjusted polite teenage boys were no longer interesting. So goodbye Mr. Nice Guy; Hello Mr. Asshole. I think they thought nice teenage boys were a bit gay. Or maybe they just thought they were boring.
So that’s what I bought today. There are certainly more useful things I could have spent my money on, but few things as fun!
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I read two of the four last night. That Monkey wasn’t even in the Tarzan comic! False advertising, I say. But Tarzan did have nipples, which was extremely unusual for shirtless men in comics in the 50s.
And that were a witch on the cover of Batman, and the middle aged men were actually hippies. The town hated their hippiness and held them down and cut their hair (you see, property values were decreasing because of their hair — I do not make this up). That is why they look like middle aged men on the cover — their hair had been cut.
But in the end, a lesson is learned in prejudice. Or rather, not learned, because the only person to like the hippies in the end was their teacher, and she liked them in the beginning. The town had a long history of prejudice, see, killing the witch 300 years ago and cutting the boys’ hair in 1971.
This is why I love comics.
awww! i’m near and dear to you? how sweet!
yay stefficus!
comics are funny. hence, the name.
Stefficus! How did you know it was to you that I referred?
oh, i’m just endearing that way. it happens a lot.
it’s still nice, though. heh.