So I've been doing this blog for a few years now, and you may be wondering how I decide on what material to use. Well, sometimes I hit a gold mine of inspiration and work a few days ahead (or at least I try to if I know I'm in for an extra-busy work day). But usually, I just come up with stuff a day in advance. That's right. I'm all about the danger, baby!
And when I'm going through available material, I usually have a "might have stuff" pile and a "will most likely have stuff" pile. Early issues of anything usually go in the "will most likely have stuff" pile. But, once you start getting into the late 60's and early 70's, most titles have found their way into decent storytelling and the truly ridiculous becomes less frequent, so the remainder of the run goes into the "might have stuff" pile. I then break into a new title to fill the vacancy.
See the method to my madness is that if I have to find something in World's Finest, my current "might have stuff" pile, that's great. But I'm past the truly terrible years and panels that make me cringe become fewer and further between. So, while I'm going through comparatively better issues of World's Finest (which are actually worse for me because they don't have the silliness quotient of their ancestors), I eventually give up and pick an the next issue of Young Allies, which I'm sure will not disappoint.
This is probably more about the process than you wanted to know, but it explains this:
I could have been five years old, and I would have found this image embarrassing. I appreciate that they're all comfortable and confident with themselves, but if anyone ever knew I had such a thing in my possession, I would have died of embarrassment.
Of course, now I'm a grown up and I publish these things to thousands of people, so things change.
Anyhow, after reading many issues of World's Finest without success, I plow into Young Allies #2, where the women-folk are seem to think they can sass you:
.... but the Black Talon knows how to handle it. With a bitch-slap, of course!:
That's right. No one defies the Black Talon. Not without getting a bitch slap.
I'm not sure what to make of the Young Allies, which seemed pretty grim in the first issue.
But any team that will put on roller skates and consider that a serious form of transportation kind of grows on me.
The only conclusion I can draw from this is that really smart people will go sailing off into outer space if disoriented, and overweight people emit lightning bolts from their heads. I'm surprised that's never happened to me, but I generally avoid things like roller skates and amusement parks.
I have no idea what Knuckles is saying here, but it sounds kinda dirty:
And I'm loving that butler. They should have given him his own series.
And it just isn't a Young Allies story without Whitewash Jones setting the Civil Rights Movement back ten years every time he opens his mouth:
And while I find Whitewash offensive in every way imaginable, at least he doesn't say "Geezoop" all the time like the smart kid seems to. That's right up there with "Sockamagee."
But that's the beauty of Young Allies. It may not be gold, but there's always something to talk about.
See you tomorrow!