Larry Niven dressed up as a Jedi Knight. Precious little to do with comic books, I know, but there you go.

As long as I’m on the off-topic:

A Cylon Centurion page. Warning: features hot Cylon-on-Stormtrooper action. “Oh, Cylon Warrior, no one must ever know of our forbidden love!”

An ancient page about Star Trek Deep Space 9‘s Morn. Your moment of Mike Sterling trivia: I own a full color photograph of Morn, autographed by Mark Allen Shepherd (“To Mike – see you at Quark’s”).

The official page of Spider Robinson. (Where’s my Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon comic?)

Your A to Z of sci-fi robots, including some from comics, so here I am, back on topic. Nice, eh?

from Cracked Super #11 (Summer 1996) – art by Alan Kupperberg

Commenter Howie reminded me that “The Kisser Strikes” story I was talking about on Monday was brought up in a Comics Journal interview with Dan DeCarlo. How I forgot a magazine with this cover, I’ll never know.

Anyway, I pulled the mag (#229) out of the vast Mikester Comic Archives and did a quick reread of the interview, and it’s the interviewer who brings up the story (in the context of semi-naughty stories leading up to DeCarlo’s creation of the slightly more…aggressive Cheryl Blossom). When the interviewer explains the plot of the story to DeCarlo (to recap: Betty, in disguise, kisses girls), DeCarlo’s priceless reaction is as follows: “I didn’t draw that, did I?” No, he didn’t (it was Harry Lucey), and unfortunately, we get no more background on just what the heck was going on with that particular comic.

Despite this regrettable omission, it’s still a great interview, and still available for a measly six bucks (plus shipping) from Fantagraphics.

Okay, now there was a McDonalds comic book that tied into the American Bicentennial, right? I’m not just imagining things? I could have sworn I had one as a kid.

Alas, my Google-fu, normally tireless and mighty, has failed me in my quest to track down said funnybook. However, I did find a scan of this one.

Weird goings-on in Riverdale.

So I was looking at some ’60s Archies the other day, and noticed a handful of sophisticated ladies just wandering the streets of Riverdale:


The odd thing is that 1) these are just background characters — with the exception of Archie checking one out in the second panel up there, they don’t interact with the story, and 2) they’re not drawn in the traditional Archie house style.

A quick search of my Archie Comics collection didn’t turn up any other examples of this, which is unfortunate, as I was planning on just posting a gallery of them today. However, I did spot some other strange shenanigans.

For example, in Archie #143 (February 1964), the story “The Kisser Strikes” relates the pulse-pounding tale of a mysterious menace sneaking up on girls and giving them a hearty smooch. Veronica is the first victim:

The next day, all the Riverdale High gals are excitedly buzzing over the possibility of being assaulted: “Something should be done about him!” one says, only to have another reply “nothing drastic like stopping him, I hope!”

At night, Reggie and Archie investigate, following their suspect Jughead, who appears to be following a young lady through the park. The woman is attacked by the Kisser, unfortunately while out of sight of Arch ‘n’ Reg. They split up, looking for Jughead…and when Archie is temporarily felled when he runs into a low-hanging branch, the mysterious Kisser takes advantage and plants a kiss right on him! Immediately afterward, Reggie enters the scene with a firm grip on Jug, and thus no longer a suspect!

The next day, Reggie begins to claim that Archie made up the story of being kissed the night before, and thus must be the Kisser! To prove it, the Riverdale High girls decided to “provide him with lots of targets,” and basically throw themselves into his arms. Archie, for some reason, wants nothing to do with it, and runs for cover! Spotting Betty, he asks for her help, and she drags him to some secluded wooded glen. Exhausted from being run ragged by those “nutty gals,” Archie falls asleep…at which point, Betty bends over him and plants a mysterious Kisser-style kiss! Archie immediately “wakes,” revealing that this was all an elaborate trap to ensnare Betty, the real suspect:

That seems like a fairly weak motivation, given that Betty probably could kiss Archie (the only male victim) whenever she pleased…so we’re left with a story where Betty dressed up in an overcoat and a hat so she could run around kissing girls.

“Plane Crazy” (from Life with Archie #37, May 1965) starts off with Betty and Veronica hanging out in the Lodge mansion, practicing the Twist, when yet another mysterious stranger busts into the house and, um, well, ties the girls up:

This opening chapter just feels like someone working out some issues, as a bound Veronica rolls around the room, opening a drawer with her gagged mouth to retrieve scissors to cut their ropes.

However, given the Google searches I’ve seen in my referral logs, this is what some of you are looking for, so never let it be said I didn’t deliver:

Add in the supporting evidence from pal Dorian’s two posts, you’re kinda left wondering…wasn’t one of Archie’s founders responsible for the Comics Code Authority?

Pete Von Sholly’s Here Doesn’t Come The Flying F—! is rude, crass, vulgar, and actually pretty amusing if you’re in the mood for that sort of thing. Your mom would disapprove, but you dad would probably get a kick out of it. The eponymous hero is a slovenly sort, fighting for truth, justice…well, actually, just fighting for his right to watch television uninterrupted, mostly.

Two of the stories are done Photoshop/fumetti-style, with FF taking on his power company (which cut his service), and brawling in the streets of Burbank with an arch-nemesis. A third story, in which FF catches up on his comic book adventures, is not quite as successful, as it’s more traditional painted comic art, and lacks the novelty of the other fumetti-style stories. Not to say that this story badly illustrated…it’s colorful and appealing, but part of the humor of this book stems from the fact that Von Sholly actually got someone to dress up in the FF costume, a joke lost when you’re not actually looking at photos of the character. The book wraps up with a supposed catalogue of FF merchandise, which brings a smile or two, while nicely satirizing some of the goofy items you actually can get on store shelves. The page of “PVC figurines” is particularly well-done.

Your tolerance for profanity will most certainly be tested by this comic, and there is absolutely no subtlety to any of the humor…but then, it is called Here Doesn’t Come The Flying F—, so what were you expecting? You’ll get some good lowbrow laughs out of it, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with that.

You can find a link to the first six-page story from the comic here, and you can order a copy of the comic signed by Von Sholly as well.


I’ve been meaning to link to this site, but I keep forgetting, and I’m sure most of you have seen it by now anyway. At any rate, Neilalien posted a link to the latest installment of Comic Book Breaking News, an Onion-style (well, maybe more Ironic Times-style) online “news”-zine with satirical stories and headlines. Good for some laughs.


Speaking of Neilalien…happy 5th anniversary!


Another reason why we have weblogs: seems to me I recall a certain member of the ACAPCWOVCCAOE* writing a critical letter to a comic from a major publisher, and having it re-edited into a positive letter and printed.

* Associated blah blah Ventura County blah blah Environs.

Some brief notes:

1. Tony Isabella suggests the mind-numbing idea of a Simpsons/Archie comics crossover. (I mean, aside from the one in this episode.) The more I think about it, the more I want to see it. No…need to see it.

2. Added a few more links to the sidebar, including Sean Collins’ new weblog The Outbreak, and that new one that’s all the rage, the nicely-done Suspension of Disbelief, discussing factual errors in the funnies. (Of course, Polite Dissent remains your go-to weblog for your medical comic fact-checking needs.)

3. In case you were wondering…yes, I own this shirt.