(For the nitpickers, here’s Cecil explaining the whole Tequila worm thing.)
(Yes, I know that’s technically the same woman, Triplicate Girl, and not “women,” exactly. Kinda. Sorta. …It’s a long story, at any rate.)
(Here’s a brief appreciation of the Jonni Thunder AKA Thunderbolt series he drew, before I started complaining about how it was printed.)
EDIT: Tom Spurgeon has an overview of the man’s career.
I posted a picture of this a while back, a blurry image from an auction I happened to spot on the eBay. However, with a whole lotta thanks to Reader Bob, who just happened to have a spare copy of this layin’ about, I now have my very own copy:
Thanks for the neat item, Bob! And thank you, Murray!
…so no post today, friends.
(Actually, I just got a new computer, and I’d been so intent on the process of getting everything reinstalled and transferred from the old computer and blah blah blah suddenly it’s “oh, hello, sometime after midnight!”
Hopefully everything will be back to normal tomorrow. And that my scanner will still work. EEP!)
So I was leafing through a copy of Marvel’s ’70s pop culture mag Pizzazz (in particular, the July 1978 issue with the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band movie cover feature), when I happened upon the section where readers submitted their own cover designs for the magazine.
And get a load of this:
Well, okay, Vader is a bit indistinct, considering I’m blowing this image up from a much tinier picture…it could be, I don’t know, the Phantom Blot or something. But c’mon, it was the ’70s, and look…that’s gotta be Darth’s helmet:
More spectacular than Mount Rushmore! More arms than the Venus de Milo! More stylish clothing than Michelangelo’s David! Slightly more boxing than the Rocky statue! Harder than Claes Oldenburg’s Soft Toilet! It’s the pinnacle of human achievement:
It’s Superman and Muhammad Ali teaming up to fight an alien invasion. With boxing. Drawn by Neal Adams at his absolute peak. It’s the perfect comic book.
…Why, yes, I do like this comic, why do you ask?
I’m pretty sure Dana is fattening us up for something nefarious. Well, good luck with Timmy, since he has the metabolism of a hummingbird, but just typing the word “cupcakes” made me gain three pounds, so I’m clearly an easy mark for whatever she’s planning.
Anyway, while at the store Dana said that while she was putting it together, she was pondering what flavor a Batman cake should actually should be. She decided on chocolate, but I told her a Batcake could only have the flavor of justice. (You know, whatever that tastes like. Probably something with blueberries.)
