The Things Our Parents Did to Get Us Out of Their Hair for an Afternoon Friday!

Dear Ones, it is President's Day on Monday, so I fear this will be the last post until Tuesday.  No tears, now!  No tears!

Meanwhile, here's something to keep you occupied while I'm gone:

Just when I think I must have seen every ad that has ever been in a comic (at least, from 1974 and on), I see something that I can guarantee you I wouldn't have forgotten.

So, let me get this straight: I chip away at something that has been unnecessarily encased in some kind of plaster, then I paint it.  Then.... help me out here.  Do I throw it away, or what?  I mean, you could at least turn Shrinky-Dinks into keychains or something.  I liked Shrinky-Dinks.

But the purpose of this eludes me.  I suppose if it had given me little statutes of comic characters, I might have been a little more inclined to make room among all the other crap I kept in my room as a child.  But a generic athlete?  What's the point?  To maintain a shrine to sports of which I sucked?  Remember, folks, this ad was in a comic book, and we comic book readers have never been typically regarded as your "Organized Sports" types.

Maybe I would keep the animal ones.  I had dogs as a kid, but every time one of them did anything remotely destructive, my father would unceremoniously get rid of it.  I'd come home from school and be like, "Um... where's Sparky?"  It was like living in a Hitchcock movie.  Ah.... the fond memories of childhood.  I always have at least three dogs in my home these days.  Partially because I love them, and partially to spite my parents.  It's a win-win.

The stuff today came from Detective #429 today.  The same place I found this:

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To be fair to Bruce, that is totally gross.

Oh, and I also saw this:

Isn't that guy's face the greatest drawing you've ever seen?  He's totally saying "If it'll shut yer yapper for a night, fine.  But you totally owe me one later."

Whee!  I love comics.

See you Tuesday!