Mikester
It’s time once again for my semi-occasional, govenmentally-mandated post on "The Death of Superman."
So here’s another buried treasure from the depths of our backroom:

Straight from 1993 and right into all of our hearts is this commemorative poster by Dan Jurgen and Brett Breeding for that one time Superman died for a couple of months.
For you folks who only know the Vertigo Comics Swampy, proof that he used to hang with the DC Universe at large:

Deathstroke the Terminator puts in an appearance, one of the few villains to do so in this image:

This was about the time DC was pushing Deathstroke as a Punisher-esque “anti-hero” rather than the out-and-out villain he is now. I have a hard time imagining the current, post-Identity Crisis Deathstroke having his presence tolerated by the other heroes.
I’ll take “more-or-less forgotten DC characters” for $100, Alex:

Yeah, I know you all recognize Agent Liberty, but really, that character didn’t stick around too long, did he? (Has he put in an appearance anywhere, lately? Seems like he’d pop up in Checkmate or something.)
Here’s the second villain appearance in this poster:

Okay, I can see Darkseid acknowledging the death of a respected foe, raising his chalice of sparkling cider in tribute, but at Casa de Darkseid back on Apokalips. I just can’t see him marching along with everyone else in a funeral procession, particularly with a Dead Superman armband. I mean, c’mon, it’s Darkseid. Just seems slightly out of character.
Here’s another Vertigo headliner, Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, staring at the back of the Ray’s shiny, shiny helmet:

And, hey, it’s Booster Gold, heading up the funeral procession, and one of the major focuses of the entire image:

Huh, wonder why Booster got such preferential treatme…

…oh, yeah.
Here are Elongated Man and Power Girl, in mourning not just for Superman, but for their costuming choices:

I actually kinda like these briefly-used costumes for the Hawk-folks:

Alas, they’re from the period of the Hawkman reboot, so they also remind me of how the characters were nearly broken what with all of DC’s continuity shenanigans.
While I liked Kelley Jones’ redesign of Deadman, it’s one of those designs that only works if Jones does it:

And I had a sneaking suspicion about this, and the Wikipedia article also notes it, so I guess I’m not imagining things…but I believe the Bloodwynd identity (at the lower left) was being assumed by the also-pictured Martian Manhunter at the time of “The Death of Superman.”

Not pictured (mostly): an uncomfortable number of Team Titans and Darkstars. I always love how pieces of merchandise like this are such snapshots of comic book continuity of the time. In fact, I saw a fella at the store on Sunday wearing a Mullet Superman t-shirt. The storylines may be dead, but the merchandise lives on.
THE SECRET SHAME OF MIKE STERLING.
Many years ago I attended a comic book convention, where I came across a dealer selling a full run of Prez.
For a dollar.
Not as in “a dollar each.” As in “one dollar for a full four-issue run of Prez, one of the most legendary ‘bad’ comics of the 20th Century.”

I didn’t buy it.
…
The admonishment line begins here.
"I — I can’t drink beer fast enough!"
I spent my Friday at the shop rearranging the toy shelves in the front as well as the shelves of stored toys in the back…cleaning, restocking, shaking my head sadly over the Wetworks action figures.
Anyway, I was pushing a box back onto a shelf, when I noticed it was bumping into something, not allowing me to push it back all the way. I pulled that box out, looked to see what was impeding progress…and found a small cardboard box containing a few mini-comics. Specifically, it contained Wood-Eye #10 and Skulldog Comics #1, both from 1996, published by Full-Frontal Harvey.
I’ve mentioned Full-Frontal Harvey once or twice on this here weblog, but for the folks who don’t remember: FFH was a local mini-comics publishing concern founded by former coworker Rob, centered around the anthology title Wood-Eye (which ran twelve issues). In its four or five year lifespan, about 35 comics under the FFH banner were released, a list of which you can see at this archive of my old website. Featured cartoonists included Rob, of course, as well as myself, Fred Noland, and pal Cully, who was the creator of Skulldog Comics. In fact, Skulldog Comics may be one of my favorite publications from FFH, particularly because of Cully’s fantastic (har har) cover:

That’s Cully’s mighty head busting through the ground. And yes, I’m the one on fire. And that’s a deadly accurate rendition of Fred in the lower left.
The cover for Wood-Eye #10 was, sadly, less impressive…I think Rob and I drew it in about three minutes, and it showed. But the corner box still cracks me up…the box in the original drawing was only about an inch and half tall, and Rob, for whatever reason, drew in a crookedly off-center Eiffel Tower. To fill the empty space, I drew a monster:

We should have just blown that up to full-cover size and used it for the main image. Ah, well.
Actually, looking through my Wood-Eyes and the old site makes me kind of miss those mini-comics days. Maybe a Wood-Eye #13 is in order….
Sluggo, Stickers, Stalks, Stardust, Somebody Else’s Problem, Selling Out, Simple, & San Diego.
So, I trust you all contemplated Sluggo yesterday? Got in touch with your inner Sluggo? Enhanced your personal Sluggoness?
Good. Contemplate Sluggo for at least five minutes a day, and you’ll be a better, stronger person for it.
So, BEHOLD:

SPARKLY DARKHAWK
A week or two back, someone gave us a binder filled with nine-pocket card pages, all containing random cards and nearly, but not quite, complete sets. It’s all pretty humdrum, except for a page full of swell sparkly foil stickers featuring Your Favorite Marvel Comics Characters. And Shatterstar:

The sparkle effect works to the benefit of these next two characters:

For Gambit, not so much:

Here’s a closer look at Gambit’s womanly lips:

My Swamp Thing sense must be slipping in my advanced years, as somehow this reference in Fables #64 got past me:

Thanks to the mighty Paul for cluing me in on this!
Ooh, that’s not good. The film adaptation of the…well, it’s not a really a “graphic novel” as such, but it did come from DC Comics, so close enough…of Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess’ comic-type thingie Stardust tanked pretty hard last weekend. Which is a shame…the trailer didn’t look too bad, but maybe folks are just all fantasied out at the moment.
And, hey, Peter O’Toole’s in it? I didn’t realize that. I’ll definitely give it a rental when it’s out on DVD in about four months.
A little bird tells me that a fourth edition of Dungeons & Dragons is on its way, whether you like it or not. I only bring it up here because I can remember the trauma all the gamers went through (at least at our shop) when the 2nd Edition was unleashed upon the world.
I don’t sell games any more, so it’s officially Somebody Else’s Problem now. But, you know, let me know how it all works out.
And now, a commercial advertisement:
Hey, look in my sidebar, there. I’ve got three slots for Project Wonderful ads. Only one is being currently used. Those other two empty slots mock me…mock me…with their non-linking-to-paying-advertisers-ness. For only $0.20 a day, as of this writing, you too can hitch your wagon to my chicken and success can only surely follow. (Success only a possibility, not a guarantee. No chickens are harmed in the creation or posting of advertising. Mr. Sterling is not a financial expert or a trained economic advisor…the man sells comics for a living, for God’s sake.)
So, anyway, get yourself an ad (for your weblog, for your blog…heck, I don’t care) and buy yourself a space in my sidebar. The other bloggers are pointing and laughing at the empty slots and it’s making me sad.
From the morning of New Comics Day…reason #1927 not to work for Mike:
Employee Aaron: “Wow, we sure got the comic order unpacked fast today!”
Me: “Yeah…for once the shipment was pretty simple…not unlike Jeff.”
Employee Jeff: “Hey…are you saying I’m simple?”
Me: “I believe you just answered your own question.”
There’s only one thing that must be done with Alan Light’s excellent collection of ’82 San Diego Con photos…and Tim O’Neil is the man what did it.
Some days I have a lot to say…
…and some days I just want to contemplate Sluggo:
SLUGGO
CONTEMPLATE HIM
The Secret Origin of Tarzan’s Trunks.
So I’m flipping though a 1971 hardcover of Burne Hogarth’s Tarzan of the Apes, which details the beginnings of the Ape Man…it is, being Hogarth, beautifully and lavishly illustrated. And since Tarzan has been raised by apes, he of course spends the majority of the book runnin’ around in the altogether:

Eventually he encounters Kulonga, the tribesman who slew Tarzan’s adoptive ape mother Kala, and kills him:

Deciding against eating his fallen foe (no, really), Tarzan brings the body down from treetops where their final battle was held:

And then the very next time we see Tarzan…he’s wearing Kulonga’s short pants!

TO THE VICTOR GOES THE SPOILS

THE SPOILS
A peek into the past.
photo by Alan Light
Via Mark Evanier, a whole bunch of recently-unearthed photos from the 1982 San Diego Comic Con taken by original Comic Buyer’s Guide publisher Alan Light.
The above photo of what we’re all assuming to be a young Frank Miller (Mr. Light isn’t sure, but it looks like Miller to me) is interesting because of that sign behind him (click on the pic for a better look). It reads, in part,
“Original Art: $20 to $125
Please don’t ask me to
draw any X-Men (except Kitty)”
I thought that was a litte amusing.
ULTIMATE BLOGGING ABOUT BLOGGING IS A SIN.
I mentioned in passing yesterday something that’s been at the back of my mind for a quite a while now, and I thought I’d go into a little bit more detail today.
I’ve mentioned a few times on this site about how, if you’re working in a comic book store, you have to be mindful about what you say about which comics/creators around whoever is in the shop at the time. You may think you’re pretty safe slagging some comic creator that’s held in contempt by about 99.9% of world’s comic book readership, but a representative of that 0.1% will probably be in your store when you decide to go on an extended rant about why that particular creator should be drummed out of the business. And pffft — there goes any chance of a sale to that person.
Okay, maybe an extreme example, but you get the idea. I’m not going to just openly and loudly mock or insult a comic or creator in the shop, discouraging any customers in the store at the time from buying those comics or work by that creator…or making them feel bad because they are. On a one-to-one basis, if they ask me my opinion about about something, I’ll discuss it with them quietly, and try to help the customer decide if the item is for him or her. I’ve even steered customers away from books I was reasonably sure they wouldn’t like, if I were familiar with their tastes…several customers, with whom I’ve built up relationships over the years, have come to trust my opinions, particularly since I’ll not shy away from saying if a book may not be for them.
That’s different from making some kind of sweeping pronouncement along the lines of “that comic sucks,” or “man, that creator’s work is never good,” or other such things I’ve heard shouted across the floors of certain stores I’ve visited.
But then, here’s the problem. I have a comic book weblog. Everything‘s a pronouncement on a weblog. Particularly a site like mine, which tries to approach things from a slightly more lighthearted angle, I’m prone to some slight exaggeration for humorous effect. And, because it’s a personal weblog, my opinions are at the forefront. This isn’t an intimate one-on-one discussion with a customer, geared toward that customer’s specific tastes…this is me saying “I really don’t like Strangers in Paradise” or whatever, to a few thousand people every day.
So, in a way, my site is the equivalent of shouting “that comic sucks” across the room. For example, I occasionally refer to Purgatori as The Worst Comic Book Ever…I don’t necessarily think it’s the worst, but Good Lord, it ain’t good. But I call it The Worst Comic Book Ever, because 1) well, something has to be, and 2) it amuses me to do so. It’s not an in-depth reasoned review or anything…it’s me venting slightly, and picking that comic to do it with. Now, has that affected sales of Purgatori among those customers of mine that happen to read my site?
I’m guessing probably not. I don’t exactly advertise the fact that I do this site at the shop…I’m not greeting people at the door with “thank you for stopping by…and when you go home, please visit my weblog at Progressiveruin.com for new comics content, updated daily!” And the customers I have told tend to be folks I’ve known for a while, who I like and get along with, and don’t tend to be so thin-skinned that they’d take my not liking a comic they happen to like as a personal affront (a common enough problem among some fans…I mean, have you seen the internet?).
But that doesn’t mean other customers of our store haven’t found my site on their own. And when I post something, particularly if it’s something critically negative, or just outright mocking, about a work, at the back of my mind I’m thinking “I hope I’m not alienating a customer right now.”
I have no direct evidence that’s happening. I have encouraged the occasional sale with something I’ve plugged or mentioned on the site, but that’s easy to find out. “Hey, I’m buying this because you said something about it on your site” is usually a good clue that I’ve helped things along. But no one’s come up and said “I’m totally not buying Civil War from you because you were a jerk about it on your web page.” Then again, would they say anything to me if that were the case?
However, there’s the issue of whether or not reviews or commentary on comic book weblogs really have any impact in the real world. For example, Dan Vado has this to say about the Street Angel craze among the comic bloggers a couple years back:
“Critical acclaim does not translate to sales. For all the talk and hype on Street Angel, the comic hovered around 1500 copies sold and never broke out of that. Not enough for a creator with rent to pay to keep the project going. A million blog entries or message board posts mean shit when it comes to actually selling something. For all of the hype or critical acclaim for Street Angel on the Internet, that alone wasn’t enough to help make it a financial success or, for that matter, even get it nominated for a single award in any category.”
To take another example, if one were to believe the hue and cry online, All-Star Batman and Robin apparently causes cancer, blights the land, and deforms the young with its very existence. And yet, All-Star Batman is one of our top-selling books. And I’m not about to suggest it’s because I’m one of the three people online who openly, unashamedly, declares my love for each and every issue. Part of it is me knowing how to sell it to folks in the store, but the majority of it is just people picking it up on their own.
I wonder how much of an impact any weblog’s reviews has on a book’s sales. I’m sure if I asked all of you reading this site if a review made up your mind one way or the other about trying something out, you’d all have several examples. But you folks are actually reading about comics online, reading weblogs about comics…you’re more likely to pay attention to reviews in online outlets. You are a biased sample. But I’m thinking a lot of my customers don’t pay attention to any of this peculiar online behavior by a few weirdoes who spend their free time expounding about funnybooks on their digital pulpits. Maybe some of them visit Newsarama, but, just from interacting with my customers for as many years as I have, I suspect most of our customers get their news from the freebie papers and Wizard and Previews. And, as pal Dorian has observed in the past, there are some customers who don’t know anything about what’s coming out until they actually see it on the rack in front of them.
I’m guessing I’m worrying too much about my site’s impact on my customers. It’s a little like that old joke about the flea with an erection floating down a river on his back, whistling for the drawbridge to open so he can get by. I’m probably not quite as big as I think I am. (Um…please tell me I’m not the only person who’s heard that joke.)
In other, non-rambling, news:
1. Pal Nat brings up an important point about Dazzler that I should have noted…that Dazzler’s disco origins, which hurt the book at the time and brought about its negative repuation, only add to its retro kitsch appeal now.
I’ll have more to say about some of your folks’ suggestions for items to be put into trades, eventually.
2. If you advertise on Project Wonderful, I now have three available ad slots in the sidebar, there. Hey, it’s cheap, and maybe I can send you some traffic. So buy an ad, you. (And ignore all that stuff I said about about comic websites having little or no real world impact…I’M A BIG FLEA, DAMMIT.)
