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Ten of a Kind: Everybody's talkin' at me

(More Ten of a Kind here.)

Today in Comics History, October 5, 1998: I for one welcome our new fascist overlords

from Chronos #9 (DC, December 1998), script by John Francis Moore, pencils by Paul Guinan, inks by Steve Leialoha and Denis Rodier, colors by Noelle Giddings, letters by Ken Bruzenak

Separated at Birth: "Hey, Kool-Aid!" "OH YEAH!"

L: Avengers v.1 #196 (June 1980), art by George Perez, Jack Abel, and Carl Gafford
R: Avengers v.3 #22 (November 1999), art by George Perez, Al Vey, and Tom Smith
(Click picture to Hank Pym-size. That's Hank Pym-Giant Man size, not Hank Pym-Ant Man size.)

Saturday Morning Cartoon: Stone Trek: "The Deadly Ears"

The Flintstones Universe: a prehistoric world where cavemen have cars, jobs, bowling alleys, household appliances, and laugh tracks, they also have Stony Curtis


Stoney Carmichael


and Ann-Margrock.


But in this dinosaur-encrusted world of celebrities and entertainment with rock-related names, what sort of TV shows do you think the Flintstones would watch? Huh? What kind? Huh, huh?




"Stone Trek: The Deadly Ears" created by Brian Matthews. See more episodes here.

Friday Night Fights, Ladies Night: You picked a fine time to hit me, Lucille

Lucille, you won't do your sister's will
Lucille, you won't do your sister's will




You ran out and married
But I love you still




Lucille, please come back where you belong
Lucille, please come back where you belong




I've been good to you baby
Please don't leave me alone




I woke up this morning
Lucille was not in sight




I asked my friends about her
But all their lips were tight




Lucille, please come back where you belong
I've been good to you baby




Please don't leave me alone




Well, I woke up this morning,
Lucille was not in sight




I asked my friends about her
But all their lips were tight




Lucille, please come back where you belong
I've been good to you baby
Please don't leave me alone




Lucille, baby satisfy my heart
Lucille, baby satisfy my heart
I played for it baby
And give you such a wonderful start






Now fire it up and read it again!:



All panels are from Peanuts by Charles Schulz, reprinted in various volumes of The Complete Peanuts, published by my good pals at Fantagraphics.



This Halloween, I'll be sitting in my pumpkin patch, waiting for the Great Bahlactus to rise up over the patch and bring candy to all the good little boys, girls, and bulls of the world.

Cyclops hates these ads!

Full two-page spread from [Uncanny] X-Men #6 (July 1964)
Cyclops pin-up by Jack Kirby and Chic Stone
Click to Fred Dukes-size!

The Unsettling Slang of Mister Clint Barton, Part 8

Hey, we haven't done one of these in a while, have we? No, we haven't. So let's check in with the fearlessly frantic archer of adventure, Mister Oliver Qu Clint Barton, the high-flyin' Hawkeye! He's an Avengers extreme and the superhero voted Most Likely To Shoot You In The Butt With An Arrow three times running (losing in '79 narrowly to Beast during his Robin Hood phase). Not content with mastering the fine art of toxophilousity, Mister Hawkeye is also best known for shooting off his big mouth. Even during a tender scene with Wanda "No, I would never rewrite the world in my father's image and reduce the world mutant population to fewer than 200, why do you ask?" Maximoff, Clint's likely to spoil a sentimental moment with a discussion of religion:


Panels from Avengers #181 (March 1979), written by David Michelinie, pencils by John Byrne, inks by Dan Green, colors by Françoise Mouly (yes, that Françoise Mouly), lettering by Elaine Heinl
(Click to embiggen. Or, direct your tender eyes below:)


Whoa, that's a conundrum for the ages, Hawkeye. Maybe you should consult with one of the Avengers who knows a little more about religion, like, say, Thor. But in truth, take a poll of most ursines and I think you'll find very, very few are Roman Catholic...


Well. Whaddaya know! Like the proverbial stopped clock, Hawkeye's right at least twice a day. Ain't that the truth, Mister Barton?