Yearly Archives: 2011

Eventually the Navy had to cancel fleet-wide “Burrito Night”

(From "Fantastic Comics" number 12, 1940.)

Bob finally decided a haircut was in order

(Wantonly stolen from Comically Vintage.)

Great moments in online dating profile statements

(From "Fantastic Comics" number 12, 1940.)

Power User Profile: Sutter Kaine

I can't believe Sutter Kaine hasn't won a contest yet, because the dude does some killer stuff. And he's always an entertaining read when he comments. So I thought it would be fun to get to know more about one of the "Best Who Hasn't Yet Won" crew who keep this place so much fun. Enjoy!
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I assume this was BEFORE the OJ trial …

(From "Wonderworld Comics" number 4, 1939.)

Sharing Day, Fondest Real-Life Geek Dream Edition

When I was a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut. Or a tennis player. I didn't know how to do math or play tennis, so neither one really panned out, but a close runner-up was to do something with super-heroes. And every day, I get to live that dream.

Which prompted me to wonder:

What is your fondest real-life "Geek Dream"?

In other words, is there something you'd love to do in real life that revolves around your geek life? Maybe you dream of starring in an episode of your favorite show, or to own an original "Star Trek" uniform, or to meet Rob Liefeld in person to get his autograph. Maybe you dream of having a career in the geek world, like working on an actual comic or super-hero movie, or officiating a panel filled with your favorite stars at a big convention.

I'd love to hear what your dream is (or was, if it's since been fulfilled)! In return, you can ask me any question you like about whatever you like, which I will answer either completely truthfully or not at all (in which case you can ask something else). I say that because, come on, there are some things no one should have to know.

Thanks in advance for sharing!

Life before the Comics Code Authority

(From "Wonderworld Comics" number 4, 1939.)

Fingering the Priest

When last we left our Lone Wolf, he had just discovered he was being poisoned and had rushed downstairs at the inn to decide who to blame for the attempted murder. We chose to finger the priest!

A black sword, he must be guilty! Because if there's one point fantasy and culture hammer home to us every day, it's that black things are evil. ::shakes head::

Regardless, we whip out our long, stiff spear and engage the enemy. We outclass him in combat by seven points (23 with the spear and mind blast versus 16), but he's healthier than us (23 versus 16). In round one of combat, we get a 4, resulting in 10 points of damage to him. Unfortunately the crafty bastard nicks us for 2 points of damage in return.

With our Lone Bloodlust fully aroused by the smell of blood, Bruce Lee style, we fly into a killing rage and land a devastating blow by rolling a 9, resulting in a teeth-rattling 18 points of damage to him! This guts him like a stuck pig, ending his treacherous life before he can hurt us again. Victory! We're now down to 14 END, however.

We were right! I think we've all learned two valuable lessons here, my friends. First, never start a land war in Asia. No, wait, wrong intellectual property.

First, never trust anyone with a tattoo. They're all evil.

And second, killing people pays even better than reckless gambling.

On second thought, maybe those aren't the lessons we should take from this encounter. Whatever, loot!

Moving on:

So here's our dilemma this week, folks. Do we take on six backwater provincial guards, secure both in the knowledge of our own rectitude in correctly eliminating an assassin bent on the domination of the bad guys, or do we respect their authoriteh Cartman style and flee the scene?

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And his time to installing asbestos floors.

(From "Fantastic Comics" number 12, 1940.)

In the land of bad haircuts, bad costumes are even worse

In a scene with three haircuts this bad, you know a costume has to be pretty darn epic to stand out as the worst. Luckily, Supergirl delivers:

Either out of envy for Superman's super mullet or sympathy for Lex Luthor's hair fleeing from his gnarly scalp like rats deserting a sinking ship, Supergirl has accompanied her heavy metal album cover costume with a set of thrasher hair right out of a "White Snake" video. Maybe she's hoping it will prove so distracting that no one will notice how her outfit is.

Get ready to have your hopes dashed on that score, my friend!

I cannot imagine how applying gigantic metal spikes to your upper arms could help you in a fight, even if you weren't super strong or invulnerable. Assuming you can keep your cape from hanging up on them (or flat out getting cut to shreds), what kind of bizarre WWF hold do you have to get someone in for those things to even come into play, much less be effective?

Although, maybe that's why her hair is so ragged. Maybe she's flying around at super speeds, long blonde tresses wafting about, when suddenly SNIKT! The blades devastate that do like a "Slap Chop" gone rogue.

Setting that aside, just look at the aesthetics of this costume, starting with the strange muscle-shirt tunic. I imagine her flying in front of the criminal du jour, pronouncing "Check it out! I got two tickets to the gun show!" Then grunting as she flexes over and over.

What really throws me, though, aside from the bizarre haircut and useless metal spikes are the boots. If your footwear is so badly designed that you need two wide-ass metal bands to hold them up, then you have some bad footwear. It's a bizarre effect. She looks like some drug-addled refugee from a bad Eighties hair band, not a powerful super-heroine bent on saving the world.

Although, maybe this iteration of Supergirl had a secret identity as a hairdresser, and in fact she's in a towering rage because a) her arm blades have diced up her boots and hair and sleeves, and b) at least two crimes against coiffure are being committed in this room.

I'm sure someone will come along to tell us how this was really a master plan by DC to show how silly the excesses of the Nineties anti-hero fashion conventions were, but don't let them fool you -- this just flat-out sucks.

(Image and characters ©DC Comics. Thanks to X-Stacy for pointing this travesty out to us.)