So I'm checking out Detective #444, which is the issue prior to my first Batman comic, ever. I'm not sure why my father picked it up, but I remember I was at the mobile home he used as an office (he owned a mobile home dealership at the time), and he brought it in. I presume it was to keep me out of his hair, and it worked. The only problem is, nearly 40 years later, is we can see that it worked too well.
Anyway, I was one issue past #444, so I missed out on the Kid Eternity reprint, which was probably just as well. I don't think I would have really understood the concept behind Kid Eternity at that age. Heck, I barely understand it now.
Someone desperately needs a biology class.
Hey, if you want sophisticated humor, I have no idea what you're doing here.
It's been awhile since we've seen the Elongated Man stretch a new part of his body. I don't think we've seen this one. No, it's not that, but his heel:
Again, what kind of muscle control do you have in your heels? I love Ralph, but shenanigans!
Hey! This is awesome!:
I want one of these. And I don't mean "I wish I'd had one as a kid." I mean, I want one of these, in my house, the minute I get home.
I tried to see if I could find a commercial, but all I found was this dog named Duke playing with his squeaky toy:
.... and frankly, I'm happy with that. See you Monday, hepcats!