Tuesday, February 9, 2010

And You Can't Stop Us, Super-Dads! Tuesday!

For those of you who don't regularly read comics, continuity is a very big deal among hardcore fans. We're like Trekkies in that a character or event is not to conflict in any way with anything that has happened in the 70 years that Marvel and DC have been publishing comics. As you might expect, that's asking a lot from a writer.

For that reason, I salute Bob Haney, the man who didn't care about continuity and didn't care if you liked it or not.

Bob Haney wrote some Brave and the Bold stories, the magnitude of awesomeness I'll share at a later date. But he also wrote some World's Finest stories that also, in a very unapologetic fashion, made no sense.

For starters, he gave Batman and Superman children:


These stories weren't heavily touted as "imaginary" stories, but they obviously had no place in mainstream DC canon. Haney himself said that they were "real" (meaning "part of the DC Universe, just set in the future) but I think he must have been heavily patronized by the editors at brainstorming sessions. Sure, Bob! These stories will fit right in! Don't get all disgruntled or anything!

He cared not one whit for your preconceived notions of history, nor what kind of problems he might be creating for future writers. If he had an idea, he went with it, and that was that.

These days, there would be entire web sites demanding that he be publicly caned.

The "Super Sons" were not a particular triumph. We never saw who their mothers were. We were only told that Superman Jr.'s mother was an Earth-woman, so he only had half of his father's powers. Because, you know, that's how that would work out in real life. That meant that Superman Jr. could be bruised by bullets, stunned by bombs, and frozen by rednecks:


Are you sure you haven't seen our missing sons? Because it seems like you have them propped up right beside you. Frankly, I'm a little surprised you answered the door.


So, for extending your middle finger in the face of fanboys everywhere in the name of story-telling (for better or worse), we salute thee, Bob Haney!

Which, for no reason, leads me to digress and talk about Young Allies #5:


Okay, you see how closely everyone is being held together by the net? What's the last thing you'd want the kid who can spontaneously burst into flames to do?

You got it:


And yet, for some reason, all of his team-mates are impervious to the flames. There should be some tragic consequences to this, but as is often the case in any story involving a Human Torch over the decades, there is no collateral damage to someone bursting into flame. It's like when you play a video game and you can't accidentally hurt your allies. It kind of hurts the realism factor, but it's durn, durn convenient!

And then a lion shows up:



And a police officer says something in an unrelated story from the same issue that I find seriously creepy:



But, back to Bob Haney. We salute the man who wrote things like this:


I don't know what the "Octopus of Despair" is, but if I ever find a picture of one, guess what site has a new mascot?

See you tomorrow!

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Send Me Up on the End of Some Cord Monday!

I generally don't like things complicated. If I have to consult an instruction manual before playing a video game, that's too much of a commitment. I also don't like most complicated movies or television shows because I'll get lost. I also don't read thick books or Alan Moore stories. Comedies, of course, cannot be of that sophisticated British sort or I will stare blankly without response.

That being said, I don't always understand Batman, although I like him as a character. For example:


From Batman #102. If you're Batman, are you really in need of padded steel arms coming out of the doorway to protect you? I mean, you're Batman. Who in the world is going to be dumb enough to waltz into your headquarters and request an ass-kicking? I was going to rob a bank, Batman, but I decided it would be more advantageous to my criminal career to come right to your door and avail myself to you! Is your mind officially blown, or what?

And then there are strategies in the field I don't understand, like this one from Batman #108:


Now granted, I've never stormed a fortress at all, much less without a firearm paving the way. But if the situation is so risky that I can't climb the side and hid among the rocks, I don't know about strapping myself to a giant kite and counting on an eleven year-old kid to safely land me.

Holy crap? Is that Batman? Is he really strapped to that kite? Fire away, boys!

This, I suppose, is why my career as a super-hero never got off the ground.

See you tomorrow!

Friday, February 5, 2010

Giving Myself a Refresher Course in Super-Naturalism Friday!

I enjoy team-up books where there are rotating memberships because you never know what you'll get in the next issue. F'rinstance:


You're DOOMED! Or mildly inconvenienced until I find a pair of wire cutters. One of the two.

It's become a running joke that Batman, if given enough time and resources, could kick the ass of anyone in the DC Universe. This was a running joke because it certainly seemed to be the case.

But it's been that way for a long time:


By an amazing coincidence, I just happened to be studying up on people who become werewolves. How fortuitous! Next week, I'll be taking a course in community college on how to deactivate a hydrogen bomb!

And, as certain as any movie starring "The Rock" is going to stink on ice, there will be a hydrogen bomb situation the minute Bruce gets his Certificate of Attendance. That's how comics work. But just once, I'd like to see a situation where Bruce says, "Dang it! I haven't read that chapter yet! We're screwed!"

Anyway, that came from World's Finest #214.

This is my new favorite Item Inappropriately Offered for Sale in a Comic Book Marketed at Young Children!(tm!):


Say, honey, why is Timmy spending all that time in his bedroom? He hasn't come out since the mailman left him that package last week....

See you Monday!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

My Freaking Booger-Filled Head Thursday!

I like Silver Age stories because they were just so darn goofy:


And no one cares how ridiculous things got. This story involved a whole race of people who lost their faces, but no one stops to explain how they ate, breathed, or blew their noses. Can you imagine a lifetime of boogers that would accumulate?

Stupid kids:


I appreciate Oliver's intentions, but is he really helping things along? I mean, Darwinism still has a place, and if a kid this age thinks wearing a Superman costume is going to help him fly, he's probably not meant for a long happy healthy existence. Maybe this is just nature's way of thinning the herd of the weak and downright stupid. Everyone knows you need an umbrella to slow your descent before you jump off the roof, right?

I was kidding, children. Please don't jump off anything tall.

And now.... the Disappearing Mask of Green Arrow:


First you see it, then it's gone,

and then it's back!:


The reaction Green Arrow has here is no doubt the shock of finding his eyes at crotch level of a guy wearing a skirt. That's never a situation in which one wants to find oneself. It's one thing that you want to kill me, it's quite another if you want to force me to look at your junk. Seriously, not cool!

See you tomorrow!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Random Mutterings Wednesday!

In which I go Andy Rooney on you, courtesy of World's Finest #207-209

I think one of the best things that has happened to comics in the last 10 years is toning things down just a bit:


Considering Supes and Bats see each other all the time, that was a pretty emotional muttering. That's like ripping your garments and shrieking your mailman's name.

This sort of thing gets on my last nerve:


I hate it when dialogue carries over like that. I mean, what happened in between the butt-kicking and the actual placement in jail? Did Robotman just leave the sentence dangling until he got them booked? Did he say anything and then start the sentence again? Did he shush the bad guys if they tried to talk in between the two events?

Hawkman has been re-vamped and recreated more than any character that immediately comes to mind. I like the current incarnation quite a bit, but I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for Silver Age Katar Hol.

But one thing always bugs me, no matter which Hawkman we're talking about:


The wings are fake, but they always seem to be growing out of his shoulder blades. You can tell the artists don't really worry about it, but the colorist is left wondering where the wing ends and the shoulder begins. And it always looks kinda gross.

Speaking of unsettling, check this out:


Hey, kids! Buy this toy and act out your serial killer fantasies! Two guesses why this toy didn't exactly eclipse Lego's in popularity.

See you tomorrow!

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Nothing Says "Master Criminal" Like an Oversized Camera on Your Head Tuesday!

In Batman #72, we were subjected treated to the "Jungle Batman and Robin." You say you have no idea what a Jungle Batman and Robin would look like? Well:


The more I read old comics, the more I understand what they were talking about in Seduction of the Innocent.

Jungle Batman apparently has the ability to communicate telepathically:


Or maybe Bruce was talking to himself. The jungle does strange things to people.

Remember The Gong? He was Galactus compared to this guy from Batman #81:


Yup. Mr. Camera. With a big camera on his head. As technology improved, I presume his head likewise got smaller and smaller.

Enough of this. Cue the gigantic harp!:



I tried to play the clarinet as a child. That's why I write a blog about comic books. That's how good I was.

See you tomorrow!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Boner Bonanza Monday!

More Boner goodness from Batman #66. I'll just shut up and let the majesty speak for itself:








How positively awesome.

See you tomorrow!