Thursday, January 7, 2016

Not a Hoax! Not a Dream! Not an Imaginary Story! The Death of a Blog!

Dear Ones, I'm afraid I'm finished with the blog for now.  It's hard for me to do, considering more of you have been visiting me than ever.  But I just don't have the time or the energy to continue.  I've risen from the ashes before, so you never know.  But for now, just let me once again say thank you to everyone for stopping by.

All the best,


Wednesday, January 6, 2016

A Bull That... Oh, I'm Not Going Spoil It. You'll Thank Me.

It's Superman #278!  And it's awesome!  Guess why!

That's right!  It's the return of Terra-Man!  Who else could draw six guns?

Yup!  Even Superman recognizes the awesomeness!

He ain't kidding.  Wait for it.

Wait for it!

Yup!  Terra-Man came up with a bull that grows a second head out of its butt!


I just don't think things will get any better than that today.

See you tomorrow! 

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Superman vs. Captain Not-Quite-Marvel!

You had better believe I bought this the first chance I got:

And, as we all know, it was indeed not the story "we thought they'd never dare print."  Because even five year-old Adam saw that the emblem on the guy in the red suit wasn't a lightning bolt.  But I was still all over it because it was the closest thing I had seen to an honest-to-goodness Superman vs. Captain Marvel fight.

The revival of Captain Marvel at DC Comics had already been going on for a couple of years, but Cap and the rest of the Marvel Family were firmly entrenched on Earth-S.  Cap and Superman would eventually meet in the pages of Justice League of America, but that was still a couple of years off.

So, we're left with Superman fighting Captain Thunder, who has the same powers but a different origin and instead of just saying a magic word, he has to rub his belt buckle at the same time?

How did the fight go?  SPOILER ALERT: Superman cheats.

You'll rarely see a situation where anyone, including Superman, can fight Captain Marvel without resorting to changing him back to his alter ego.  Which means that, in a straight fight, very few people (including Thor) have actually taken out Cap without him changing back to Billy Batson or otherwise holding back.

Yeah, I said it.

Also, am I the only one who thinks that "rubbing a belt buckle" is perverse?

And now, another installment of What DOES Intern Freddy do during his off hours? (tm!)

This has been another installment of What DOES Intern Freddy do during his off hours? (tm!)

And let us end the day with some Shenanigans! (tm!) 

I'm not calling Lois Lane a liar, but I need to see that pizza.  There is no way he spelled all that out in Mozzarella cheese.  I would have accepted "Help! Call police!" because that's feasible and would have gotten the job done, but the rest of that?  No sale.  Shenanigans! (tm!)

See you tomorrow!

Monday, January 4, 2016

In Which Superman Uses His Super-Butt to Save Ours

And we're back!  Let's kick 2016 off right with a look at Superman #274:

I remember seeing this cover in a house ad somewhere and it certainly caught my eye.  But (SPOILER ALERT!) after reading the story, I'm not sure what Superman expected me to do about any of this.

So, these are our bad guys:

and the "super-secret weapons from all over the world" all coincidentally had sports themes.

I'm not kidding.

Football guys:

Tennis guys:

Baseball guys:

Basketball guys:

I presume they're throwing everything they have against Superman, and I don't see one weapon that doesn't appear to have been stolen from a Dick's Sporting Goods warehouse in Duluth.  Maybe they're figuring Supes would be doubled over with laughter and might faint or something.


Okay, I'll admit that's a problem.

Here's the solution:

Yes, Superman is blocking the wormhole that threatens all of existence with his butt.


Then they oversell it:

If I were there, I'm not saying I would discount the relief I'd feel if he saved the planet and all that.  But I don't think I'd be inclined to kneel or "cry in his presence."  That would just be a bit much.  I might, out of sheer gratitude, resist the urge to ask him if it tickled his bum... like in a really good way.  You know what I mean?  I think holstering my snark is a dang good gesture on my part, considering how rarely I'm able to do it.

In any event, if there's a lot of suction going on and Superman expects me to block it with my bum, well... I'm not saying yes, but I'm sure not saying no.  Just being candid, folks.

See you tomorrow!