Well, this is a bummer, posting two obituaries in a row. Last week we lost comics artist George Perez, and while I can’t claim he had the same earth-shaking impact on my young life that Neal Adams did, he was…
When I was a kid, I wanted to grow up to be a comic book artist. I suppose that wasn’t so unusual an aspiration for a youngster, but I was pretty specific: I wanted to be Neal Adams. Come to…
Our continuing review of peculiar superhero-types now takes us back several centuries to the era of tall ships and piracy on the high seas. Daring buccaneer “Black Douglas” is an expert swordsman, sailor and devoted Englishman pensively perambulating his poop…
I got a new set of alcohol-based markers for my birthday and figured I’d test them out. I’m sure my choice of subject will come as a complete shock. This is my tribute to two of James Bond’s more memorable…
I recently unearthed this image in some corner of the internet and fell in love with it. I have no idea where it’s from, where it was taken or who’s in it, but I still love everything about it. The…
In an unusual introduction to what will prove to be a very unusual “superhero,” we first meet the celebrated Dr Hormone in Dell’s Popular Comics #54 as an old man at death’s door. It’s unclear whether “Hormone” is a family…
I’ve written here before about the joys of virtually “thumbing through” old Christmas catalogs on the Wishbookweb.com site, and while the holidays are behind us for a while, there’s still plenty of time-traveling fun to be had from perusing those…
This year marks the 50th anniversary of Volume 2 of “The Steranko History of Comics,” a work that it’s fair to say blew my mind as a kid. I call it a “work” because I never know how to classify…
Returning to our retrospective on the kookiest superheroes of all time, I give you the short but spectacular career of Hip Knox, raised from birth to be a master of the art of hypnotism. Obviously he wasn’t raised to be…
Christmas is, incredibly, just days away and in an effort to get in the proper mood, I’ve returned to the Wishbook Web site to page through the old catalogs that fueled my imagination as a lad. In 1976, I was eleven…
