More of the World's Finest Comics. Know how we know they're the world's finest? Because they came from World's Finest #86!
That saves a lot of time? Really? I mean, I know they didn't have cel phones, but I'm showing Oliver had to shoot more than 80 arrows just to spell the word "CAPTURED." I don't care how fast he is, I'm betting I could run into a convenience store and use a phone quicker than the time it took to pull that little stunt.
Worst. Gift. Ever:
After Serena Williams' bit of douchebaggery over the weekend (which I won't elaborate on, because douchbags like Serena and Kanye West thrive on the attention they get for their douchebag behavior), I am more convinced than ever that jocks may be many things, but I think "heroes" is a massive overstatement. Let's go with "overpaid egomaniacs." But more to the point, can you imagine your kid with 500 loose photographs? Kids collect crap. It's what they do. I cannot fathom having 500 photos scattered all over my house. And yes, there are a billion comics flowing through my house at any one time, so I acknowledge I am a hypocrite.
A blast from the past:
I seem to recall hearing the Silly Putty was called "Nutty Putty" back in the day, although that makes it sound like something you'd use to keep a jock strap in place (which I'm sure is why they changed the name). I also recalled that I paid 96 cents for a plastic egg of the stuff back in the 70's, which was 4% less than it apparently cost a kid in the 50's. My head hurts.
And for those of you who didn't get the title of today's blog, here's a little 80's culture for you:
The English version stinks.
See you tomorrow!