Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Give Me Sheep or Give Me Death...

I don't exactly know why I'm posting this, other than Halloween is nearly upon us.  It just struck me as funny, odd and maybe a bit disturbing and I thought you guys would love it!
(if you've seen this, please share a bit about it!)

Saturday, October 6, 2012


For the next few weeks, we're gonna have some fun at the expense of Marvel Comics' big ol' pot of hero soup known as Secret Wars.  
I really enjoyed the series when it first came out but on a recent re-reading, I learned that it was the greatest, most awesome thing since the creation of anything!
Don't believe me?
Read on:

Yes Johnny, trust the alien girl whose language you know nothing of.  Just don't claim you didn't inhale later on in the '90's when this poop hits the fan.
In the 1960's this was the start of a "happening".
Come back tomorrow for more Secret Wars awesomeness!


Oh mighty cover to Captain America number 69, you give me such joy and truly live up to your numbering!
Lord have mercy, where to begin?
Well, there IS the giant hand trying to cop a star-spangled feel of our hero plus the fact that the tiny titans seem to have placed some extra binding there at the old crotch.  Must've thought that pony was gonna bolt.
And where exactly did Captain America throw his mighty shield?  It'd come in handy covering up the old stars and garters, boy howdy!
There is a bit of Freudian symbolism here but man, I ain't touchin' that with a ten foot pole!
Maybe there's not much for Cap to be worried about, though.  They are called the "Wee Males" after all.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Is Namor Gay? Not there's anything wrong with that...

The recent Avengers vs X-Men crossover revealed that an alien thought that the Thing and Namor were conducting a mating ritual when they fought in Uncanny X-Men #12.  Ben seems a bit shocked but Subby almost appears to be contemplating it!  Just look at that face. Thinking about the Thing's Thing perhaps?
Now, in Avengers vs X-Men we are presented with Namor possessed of the Phoenix force and (I'm assuming) his choosing of appropriate attire.
Low riders.
The urban dictionary refers to them in this manner:

low rider

Refers to homosexual men wearing their pants low on the hip to expose colorful underwear in an attempt to attract a mate. The low riding pants signifies easy access to the mans rear compartment and not so subtly letting the other man know that he is on the down low.
"Since I been wearing my FUBU's low rider style, I been getting hit on by dudes everywhere I go."
Namor has gone one better by not wearing underwear!

C'mon, O King of Atlantis!  We don't care if you're try-sexual (try anything?) or tri-sexual (sex on a tricycle) but at least man up and admit it!

Monday, March 19, 2012

"Like Him? Draw Him!" Tuesdays...

New feature here at the Captains quarters:

                Like him?

                Draw Him!


Friday, February 10, 2012

Late Tribute: Here's to you, Mr. Robinson...

I met Jerry Robinson at HeroesCon in Charlotte a couple of years ago.  He was a very polite person as was his wife.  They both probably thought I was a total idiot as I geeked and goofed out to the max.   It was like watching a movie sliding out of the projector and start snaking all over the floor and what was worse, I could no more stop it than a runaway locomotive.
My demeanor was that of a 14 year old who had just met LeBron James. 
I accidentally set my bag on some important papers and his wife gave me a scowl and asked me to remove the bag. I apologized and tried to tell what a million other fans had probably told him over the years.  I wanted to convey my personal feelings about his work and what it meant to me but began to realize as I spoke I was just repeating what he had heard before.
His layouts, the polish to his art, the characters he helped flesh out; I floundered and flustered and tried to be more than another random fan, someone he might remember.
I failed.
Mr. Robinson was as cordial as could be but I knew he thought I was a goof who couldn't string together two sentences without help.
After he signed my Golden Age Joker Statue I said goodbye to them both and walked out of his life.
About two hours later, my con visit was starting to wind down, I sat leaned up against a wall waiting for the rest of my party to join me.  I looked up and saw Mrs. Robinson coming out of the restroom alone.
No one seemed to recognize her and she was getting a bit jostled as she made her way back to the table.  In a second, my Southern Gentleman came out and without a word, I took her arm and helped her back to her husband.
As she seated herself, she thanked me and Mr. Robinson gave me a smile and a nod.
That was worth more to me than the autograph, the earlier meeting or the entire trip.
I now thank you, Jerry Robinson with the words I didn't have before.
Rest in Peace.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Just for Fun: Happy Early Valentines Day from Superman!

I love the way 40's Superman is scowling at
the kids as if he is totally disgusted with the
whole affair.
Glad he mellowed a bit.
Until the 52 Reboot anyway.

Reggie Gives Moose the Finger...

I do NOT want to know where that rigid digit is going.

Um...He does mean the GUY Moose, right?
Not a real...
Never mind.

Johnny Genius of the JSA...

Yes, Johnny.
Those am words to say is hard.

Those am.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Jughead's a Jerk...

That guy in the water was me.  It never went to trial because I was in the hospital for so long.
I hate you Jughead.
And I'm coming for you.

Monday, January 16, 2012

I'd Go...

Really, I'd be there!  I mean look at that grin!
Whattaya THINK she's talking about?
I kinda dig the 'seventies hooker' look
Supergirl has going on here, too.
Atom, huh?
Pearl anklet?

Smoking Will Kill You...

I just didn't think it would be quite this fast!