Lisa’s Legacy Relay 2015
posted on September 26, 2015
Another Lisa’s Legacy Relay at The Akron Marathon is in the books, and I just wanted to take the opportunity to thank all of the solid and supportive souls who ran for the Lisa’s Legacy team and well as the Akron Marathon and the City of Akron for hosting such a cool event. If you enjoy running, then this is definitely one event you might want to check out. It truly does seem to get better each year. And, if you’re interested in learning more about the Lisa’s Legacy Fund for Cancer Research and Education, you’ll find the whole story under the Lisa’s Legacy tag on the home page.
Flash Fridays – The Flash #114
posted on September 25, 2015
With The Flash #114, Captain Cold makes his second appearance and this time with the full cover treatment. Other Flashionados must have appreciated CC as well and demanded his return and well they should because this is one frighteningly fridged felon (sorry, couldn’t help myself there). The story’s opening conceit is that Len Snart (CC) is about to get a parole hearing and Iris West and the Flash go there to testify against his release. Denied his parole, Lenny decides to get out of jail the old fashioned way by escaping. As a villain, Captain Cold provides the opportunity for some stunning visuals and the art team of Infantino and Anderson fire away with phasers on full stun. Captain Cold’s ice effects that flow from his glacial gun (sorry again) are used to full dramatic design effect by Infantino who also starts to experiment with some different panel designs partially dropping borders and squeezing things into unusual panel shapes. The design layout for page seven really begins to separate itself from the typical comic book pages of the day.
John Broome does his characterization trick and reveals that the Chilly Captain (ditto) is a romantic at heart and that that heart has been stolen by none other than Iris West. It adds a certain pathos to the Captain and makes it an A plot coupled with a second A plot as the plots intertwine to show the Flash saving a city held in icy hostage to Captain Cold’s feelings for Iris. All in all a very satisfying villainous romp.
The second story is a Kid Flash tale entitled “King of the Beatniks!” and is the most egregious example yet of Broome trying to be a cool, shook-up, hepcat jivester from endsville. It’s best just to drive past this unfortunate scene without slowing to rubberneck.
Match to Flame 4
posted on September 23, 2015
The dentist visit wasn’t a total loss, because by the end of the afternoon I had acquired my first comic book. Our dentist, who obviously was no fool, used to give my sister and me a prescription for an ice cream cone at the end of our exams. The scrip was worth a dime at the drugstore on the corner. That day, as we stood at the ice cream counter, my dad said we could buy anything we wanted. I had him repeat that so there would be no question as to exactly what had been said, and then I responded, “I want one of those,” pointing at the comics spinner rack. I left that afternoon with my very first comic book, a copy of Tom Corbett Space Cadet. To help cement the deal, I had pointed out to my dad that I was allowed to watch Tom Corbett on TV, so the comic book must, by extension, be okay as well. Besides, my dad had specifically said, “Anything you want . . .”
Inside that Tom Corbett, I saw my future, and, inspired and empowered, I began buying comics whenever the opportunity presented itself. When the monthlong wait between issues became too much to bear, I began writing and drawing my own comics to bridge the gap. When I wasn’t creating cartoons, I was working on my novel. I had a little green notebook in which I chronicled my western opus The Arizona Ranger. Its portability allowed me to take it with me on our forced marches every Sunday to visit relatives in Akron, which we had been doing since my dad’s job had taken our family about an hour away to North Eaton. While the adults talked and the cousins played baseball, I’d find a corner somewhere to work on my story. Occasionally, someone would ask to read what I was writing and would comment approvingly, but mostly I was simply regarded as a curiosity.
*From the introduction to The Complete Funky Winkerbean Vol. One