Folks, DrunkDuck.com, who was hosting Snatcher Bodies, had some sort of major server problem and a bunch of stuff was wiped out. I may put it back up there at some point, but for now, just download it from DriveThruComics using the link in the right-hand column, okay?
Now, back to me making fun of the comics other people made.
Even when Action Comics lets me down for material, I can always count on Lois Lane's solo title for blogging material. Even the letters page in Lois Lane #5 gave me a chuckle:
Thomas Emory was the coolest kid back in the Silver Age. He tells it like it is, and we all need a friend who is willing and able to say, "Whoa there, Hoss! Simmer down!"
Of course, what does the editor say? "Eh, she's pretty, so leave her be!"
Hey! It's time for an installment of Lois Lane Head Injury Theater (tm!):
I'm not sure where this originally appeared, but I found it in Lois Lane Annual #1. Lois is in plane crash, and...
she falls from a tree and hits her head on a rock. All things considered, that's a pretty good deal for having been in a plane crash, but Lois has lost her memory. Which, as we all know by now, happens all the time to Lois Lane.
Normally, the idea is to patronize Lois less the realization that she's Lois Lane prove too traumatic. Which makes some sense, because how would you like to wake up one morning and suddenly remember that you're Lois Lane? Yup. It sounds pretty traumatic to me!
Anyway, instead of being patronized by people, Lois gets patronized by a bunch of leopards.
Yes, she's adopted by leopards. Which I hear is a common danger of head injuries: Amnesia and Becoming Queen of a Leopard Pack.
Of course, there can only be one solution to this situation. You guessed it:
Yup. If someone gets amnesia from falling out of a tree and landing on your head, the most widely accepted solution in the medical communities of virtually all industrialized nations is to wait until the patient climbs another tree and lands on her head again.
Oh, my. I bet it was fun to write Lois Lane comics. It's like there were no standards whatsoever.
Try not to hit your head and join any packs of wild animals, my lovelies! I'll see you tomorrow!