BORING ADMINISTRATIVE NOTE: Sad to say, I will be off the grid for the remainder of the week. To get us through it, here's an extra-large edition of CMNS - The Green Team Summer Spectacular!
Why the Green Team didn't catch on, I'll never understand. Have you ever seen such a horrible idea executed so enthusiastically in your life?
The Green Team consisted of four boy millionaires, each of whom made their fortune by being stereotypes of kids who had lots of money yet never worked a day in their lives:
To be fair, the last guy made his own fortune by being some sort of director prodigy, but I lumped him in with the other dorks because he said things like, "Greetings, sweeties!" That doesn't even rhyme. What a tool.
Now, we had to have the token, but we certainly couldn't have a wealthy African-American family back in the 1970's. So:
He gets rich via bank error. Of course! Because as we all know, an African-American can't be a success unless he's an athlete, a rapper, or unintentionally commits bank fraud.
I've been around the block many times, and if someone tries to sell me a "pleasure machine," it had better not look like that. I don't know how it does the job, but if it does half of what it looks like it will do, you can count me out.
Cue the angry mob:
I don't know who the caricatures are in the second panel, but the fact that they snuck Spider-Man into a DC book in the 1970's is six different kinds of awesome.
I forget who the bad guy was, but he reminds me of the RIAA. Topical zing!
That's some good psychedelic stuff right there. We don't see enough of that sort of thing these days.
Maybe it's because cool Yellow Submarine - style artwork leads to freakin' out, man!
See? What did I just say?
Which leads us to the big question:
I've always heard it can grow hair on your palms and make you go blind.
How about a Green Team / Lady Cop team-up? You'd totally buy it. Don't try and tell me you wouldn't.
Alas, my lovelies, I'll see you Monday!