The uncertain glory of an April day

(The logo posts will continue in the next couple days. Sorry for the delay, Bully-fans!)

Not specifically comic book related, but I just gotta give a shout out and a happy birthday to the man who made it possible for Stan Lee to write Thor's dialogue: Happy 442nd Birthday, Mister Shakespeare!

And now, in honor of the occasion, a dramatic reading from one of my favorite sections out of The Merry Wives of Windsor. Ahem!:

HOST: Mock-water, in our English tongue, is valour, bully.
DOCTOR CAIUS: By gar, den, I have as mush mock-vater as de
Englishman. Scurvy jack-dog priest! by gar, me
vill cut his ears.
HOST: He will clapper-claw thee tightly, bully.
DOCTOR CAIUS: Clapper-de-claw! vat is dat?
HOST: That is, he will make thee amends.
DOCTOR CAIUS: By gar, me do look he shall clapper-de-claw me;
for, by gar, me vill have it.
HOST: And I will provoke him to't, or let him wag.
DOCTOR CAIUS: Me tank you for dat.
HOST: And, moreover, bully.

So nice of him to mention me!

Come on baby, do the logo-motion

That Thor cover in yesterday's post really did remind me how much I love comic book logos. I don't think we think too much about the masthead logos of periodicals in general: with the exception of historical icons like Time or Life, most folks probably don't remember distinctly what the logo of a magazine looks like.

Comic book fans are different. We not only recognize and remember the logos of our favorites, but we have distinct tastes about which ones we like and which ones "don't work". That odd uncomfortable feeling you got lookin' at that "Thor!" logo? That's our logo-sensibilities at work, telling you that's not a Thor logo. That's not even a weird 1990s Thor logo. It's like Peter Parker's spider-sense, tingling to tell us all's not right in the four-color world.

I'm a big fan of interesting and unusual comic book logos that I haven't seen before. Most of these are DCs from the 1970s or before (I've been a Marvel fanbull for a long time but I'm not as up on my DC history), so sometimes it's a fun discovery when I first see an elegantly-designed, elaborate and symbolic logo like this, from a DC comic I didn't even really know existed:



Cool, huh?

Lotsa comics logos are almost as familiar to us as the superheroes inside the books. Who doesn't know this logo?:



...which, aside from a relatively recent temporary, intentional, and kinda ill-advised metamorphosis...



...remains pretty much the same in 2006 that it was in 1938:



On the other hand, DC's other big superhero has an iconic look that is recognized the world-round. But unlike Superman, he hasn't had a consistent logo to his comic over the past 67 years. This original logo persisted with a few subtle variations for several decades:



This 1970 logo revamp (six years after the 1964 debut of the "New Look" Batman) worked the same concept but with a much more modern design:



But by 1972, it had evolved into this version which was the familiar standard for the next fifteen years. It's similar to the 1939 original yet modern and dramatic:



This somewhat generic 1987 post-Crisis logo was clear and bold, but not especially Batmanesque:



Premiering just a few months before the 1989 Batman movie, this gothic redesign reflects the Anton Fursting of Gotham City and the Dark Knight:



An across-the-line logo overhaul in 2000 reflected a new noir look for the series that tied all the various Batman books together:



The big bat silhouette reappeared in 2002 and has been the standard right through Infinite Crisis:



Even with all these logos, I'll bet that that Batman logo most recognized by the general public is the one that doesn't come from a comic book at all:



Golly, that's weird and kinda-bad typography by design standards...but it works, it's instantly recognizable from across the room, and it elicits an immediate response-c'mon, who didn't think to themselves when seeing that logo "Na na na na na na na na...Batman!"

Next up, sometime this weekend: a look at the design and evolution of a classic Marvel Comics logo...and why, as Ben Grimm might say, "the more things change, the more they stay the same."

(Images from The Grand Comic Book Database)

Logo Mjolnir!

I'm a big gushy fanbull for weird, unusual, alternative and forgotten comics logos, so when I was lookin' for covers for "Leggo Mjolnir!," I was surprised to find this:



Now there's a logo you don't see often, and as far as I could tell, this is the one and only time in Thor's run that it was used as the main title on the front of the book. It pops up on internal pages as early as Journey Into Mystery #87:



And it made a later rare cover appearance on Journey Into Mystery #99:



I'm not certain who created the logo for JIM #87 (possibly letterer Artie Simek?) and I suppose despite its tryout, Stan may have thought it didn't convey the grandeur and glory of Marvel's golden-tressed Asgardian powerhouse. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I'd say at first glance it doesn't look like a Marvel comics logo. Even if you weren't familiar with the usual Thor logo, this looks much more like, say, a Charlton logo. That woulda been a heartburn to Stan.

As far as I can tell, it isn't seen on Thor covers aside from King-Size Special #4 and JIM #99. It's kinda a shame: it's a nice, dramatic, dynamic logo that leaps right out at you from the spinner rack at Pop's Chok'lit Shop, but it's a little more cartoony (thanks to the exclamation point) than the usual jagged-rock Thor logo that was the standard (until the early Walt Simonson issues). Whatever was the thinking behind using this logo on King-Sized Special #4, we'll never know it. But it makes a nifty thing of wonder to gaze at and ponder, and when you can do that with a comic book logo, you know you're a true fan, because it's not only the stories and the characters that make comics fun--it's the history and mystery behind them.

Leggo Mjolnir!

Jeepers, Mister Thor! You might wanna consider puttin' a bike lock on that thing or something:















(More Ten of a Kind here.)

Leggo Mjolnir, por favor s'il vous plait!, or: Civil War, Swingin' Seventies Style!

Fantastic Four #536 (2006):


Thor #183 (1970):


I guess this must be why I looked at FF #536 this week and thought "Been there, done that."

And just for fun, sometimes I like to pretend Thor and Doctor Doom, the two best trash-talkin' pontificators in the Marvel Universe, are spouting their usual wordy proclamations...in Spanish French! [EDIT: Ooh la la! "Anonymous" in the comments points out my foolish mistake: That's French, not Spanish!]



(Well, for one thing, Doctor Doom has a more cheerful interior decorator in his Spanish French estate.)

The kid stays out of the picture

Bear with me here for a few minutes, folks, because I'm gonna talk 'bout somethin' in comics that not fun. Oh no no no no, not fun at all.

...So, let me get this straight. And as I 1) am no great legal mind and 2) refuse to read Infinite Crisis, feel free to correct me...

It looks like DC Comics has lost or is losing the rights to the Superboy character, and that they go to the family of Jerome Siegel. (Mark Evanier explains it all for you, as always, much better than I can). I would definitely miss seeing Superboy comics being published, but I'm all for creators shafted by early—heck, early straight through to now—contracts being legally recognized as copyright owners of their creations. (And one could hope that in the best of both worlds, the Siegel family could license Superboy to DC so that we'd not only still get Superboy stories, but the heirs of Siegel benefit from it. Everybody wins.)

So...what happens in the recent top-selling miniseries Infinite Crisis?

[SPOILER WARNING, highlight to make visible]: Superboy of the DCU, Conner Kent, dies at the end of the most recent issue. Sad, yes, but nothing too horrible about that. He was given a hero's death, going down fighting. But worse than that [SPOILER WARNING]: Superboy-Prime (please don't ask me to explain that) becomes the villain of the piece. He rips off the arms of heroes and blasts off the heads of others. A character wearing a Superman shield...kills and maims people wantonly and violently, in lovingly-detailed art.

Oh, to heck with the spoiler warning. Take a big disbelieving gander at this:


Golly. As Phoebe Buffay once said while watching the end of Old Yeller: "What kind of sick doggy snuff film is this?" Is this what you consider taking care of a creation before handing it back to its creator, DC?

I might be a cynical little stuffed bull...but that's like giving land back to the Native Americans, but only after salting the earth so no crops will grow.

That's like returning library books you kept longer than you were allowed...but only after you've peed all over them.

That's like stealing candy from a store and then returning it...but only after you've vomited it back up.

Geez, Johnny DC. It might be coincidence and it might be happenstance, but how is it you think it's proper that the Siegel family gets back a icon that you've so recently turned into a mass murderer? Sure, we'll forget these last stories. We'll remember the 1950s and 60s Superboy and the goofy, outrageous fun they were.

But whatever happens from this point in DC Universe History, somewhere, somewhen in the Elseworlds, in another spot in Hypertime, there will forever be one Superboy who brutally abused Krypto, killed and maimed heroes and friends.

And that's DC's betrayal of Siegel I'll remember.

I think the guy with the hornrimmed glasses took it, Miss Saltz.

From today's MSNBC News Headlines:

"We all have secrets. We all have parts of ourselves that we don’t share with anyone else. But when do these veiled truths become destructive? What drives a person to live a double life? Why would a soccer dad by day become a pimp by night? Or why would a law-abiding woman in her 50s have another “self” who shoplifts? In her new book, Anatomy of a Secret: The Psychology of Living a Lie, Dr. Gail Saltz, a regular Today contributor, examines how several people—composites drawn from her patients as well as famous historical figures—created secret lives. Dr. Saltz was invited on the show to explain our impulse to create and nurture alter egos."

She had then planned to read from her book, but the reporter from The Daily Planet and the photographer from The Daily Bugle grabbed the only copy and started fighting over it.

Ditko in the eighties, or: "The Tipping Point of Mister Benjamin J. Grimm"

If you're into comics blogs and you're not reading Kevin Church over at BeaucoupKevin.com, hoo boy, mister or miss, are you missin' out. Kevin is one of the funniest and most prolific of the comics bloggers (not a single day goes by without him givin' up a big dose of Beaucoup goodness, which makes little stuffed slacker me red in the face with embarrassment). He's even just redesigned his site to make it cleaner, brighter, and filled with even more comicy goodness that ever before. I heartily recommend you check it out and bookmark it. Do it! Do it now!

All this buttering up I've done of Mister Church makes me hope he won't mind if I comment on one of his recent posts: pointing out that the Steve Ditko doing occasional inventory work for Marvel in the 1980s is a pale shadow of the Ditko doing regular work in the 1960s. This page is from, as Kevin has posted, Fantastic Four Annual #16 (1981), a Dragon Man story written by Ed Hannigan and penciled and inked by Ditko:



I loves me some Ditko. But I remember reading this when it first came out (just before the Byrne years) and thinking "Hoo boy, I know I'm supposed to like Steve Ditko, but this isn't convincing me one bit."

Later, of course, I went backwards in my Marvel Comics collecting and discovered the early Spider-Man and Dr. Strange books Ditko had done (thanks to the Liverpool Public Library and a small handful of trade paperback collections edited by Stan Lee, back in those days when there were only about four or five Marvel trade paperbacks total). What was the Doc Strange story where he and Mordo are fighting with psychic clincher-claws? That's when I sat up and said "Oh yeah! Steve Ditko. Now I understand why everybody loves Ditko."

It's kind of sad that for me and thousands of new comics fans of the time (brought on board by books like X-Men and Daredevil), this was their first introduction to Ditko. Between this, Machine Man, Micronauts Annuals and a handful of other inventory work, Ditko's 1980s artwork looked stilted and cartoony. (You could make the same controversial claim about Kirby's work for Pacific Comics in the same time period). Now this stuff has a kind of charm, but I don't think anyone would ever say that Steve was producing his top work in the 1980s...by any definition.

I don't know the circumstances behind him returning to work at Marvel (it was around the time Stan Lee moved to Hollywood and was less in charge of the comics part of Marvel, wasn't it?), so you could argue that the powers-that-were at Marvel (would that have been Jim Shooter at the time?) were interested in not only giving a grand master some work but also exposing his art to a new generation. But Ditko was never well served by Marvel in the 1980s, and sometimes downright sabotaged: he did Avengers Annual #13 in 1984 which was inked by John Byrne, and Byrne's oh-so-heavy hand completely obliterates Ditko's art; except for a couple gestures and expressions it all looks like Byrne art, not Ditko, rendering both of their contributions charmless and without an ounce of style. At least in this FF page there's a couple imaginative quirky expressions and poses, especially on rubbery Reed.

Fans of today have a better sense of history, and for that we have to thank the trade paperback. Before the Marvel Masterworks and Essentials came out, you probably couldn't afford the first few dozen issues of Spider-Man or Doc Strange, and if the only Ditko artwork you knew was from the 1980s, then golly, why would you see the need to be a Ditko fan?

My point...and I do have one...is that you can make the argument these days that Marvel has lost interest in its legacy, in the fun and charm and wit and energy that made them the House of Ideas in the 1960s. But I say it's actually the best of both worlds: If you like the decompressed storytelling of modern comics or the lengthy, involved crossovers of Civil War, The Other or House of M, then by-gosh-golly, Marvel's got those for ya. But if you want to love and savor the Marvel of yesteryear, whether you grew up with it or are just discovering it, then this is a new Golden Age: more reprints in more formats than ever before are now available. Whodathunk we could ever read the first hundred issues of Spider-Man for seventy-five clams? That we could get the whole Godzilla, King of the Monsters saga between two covers? That we'd see a collection of Killraven, for Mars's sake? Yeah, we would love and respect Ditko and Romita and Kirby and Tuska and Colon and Heck and all the others even without these reprints, but it's not just old fanboys (and fanbulls) who can do so: now everybody can enjoy and appreciate 'em. I loves me some sixties and seventies Marvels, and now I can afford to buy them in the oughts. (The only other thing I could wish for with these reprints is that some royalties from these books were going to Ditko and Kirby's family and all the others.)

Who says the Mighty Marvel Age of Comics is over, true believer?

But yeah, that waitress's hand is huge.

Finally (because this is Comics Oughta Be Fun, Home of “Ben Grimm Totally Rocks”, after all): let's examine what that bill for the FF’s Sunday brunch musta been. Old Blue Eyes is paying the check to Old Big Hands with one single greenback. New York City brunches for four (plus one child), especially in Midtown (within view of the Baxter Building) ain't cheap, even twenty-five years ago. That can't be a fifty, and it can't be a five hundred dollar bill. It's gotta be a hundred. Benjy's handing over a...a ha ha!...he's handing over...a Benjamin!



So what does that tell us?

If the tip is ten percent, then with tax, the total check has got to be around $91. That's still cheap; less than $20 a person. The NYC sales tax in early 1981 was 8% (it went up to 8.25% on 9/1/81), so the average cost of each meal is possibly $16.50 plus a buck thirty-two tax: $17.82 per person for a total of $89.10. Or, if you wish, split it four ways: even tho' it's pretty much a foreign concept to Manhattan, let's assume "kids eat free" at this New York cafe, and Franklin is getting a free meal. That makes the cost per person a much more believable 21 bucks plus $1.68 tax per person for a total of $90.72. (If it's an "all you can eat" buffet, then the FF are definitely getting their money's worth: Sue and Reed may eat sensibly, but you can bet Johnny and Ben are going back for seconds.)

Either way, tsk tsk, Mister Grimm...as the sharp-eyed waitress instantly calculates (and what wise-acre working-class man or woman of the Ditko or Kirby age couldn't?), that's a pretty measly tip of ten percent or a shade less. (And it shows what kind of lower East Side greasy spoons he's been eating in if "the blasted tax is what the total should be": the tax is $6.72, Thing. Maybe you can get a chili dog and a hot black coffee in a diner on Yancy Street for less than seven bucks, but this is uptown.)

So why is Ben such a cheapskate? I choose to hypothesize expediency over stinginess. It's an emergency! The FF are under attack! And Bashul Ben doesn't want to be the last one of the quartet on the scene; there's no time to wait for change, as fast on the draw as Laverne or Flo or Honey the Waitress is. He's got a orange paw fulla bills; while he really should give her a hundred ten or a hundred twenty, maybe all those bills looking identical in Ben's hand isn't laziness on Ditko's part: maybe they actually are all identical. Maybe all he has is a fistful of Benjamins?

Because he's my hero, of course I like to think that Ben came back to the cafe after clobberin' time was over and sheepishly handed the spunky waitress another hundred. Either that, or a week later, I can well picture him taking Alicia out for a romantic dinner, signaling for the waitress to take their order, when guess who steps up to the table, grimaces and declares in her Yancy Street accent loud enough for the rest of the restaurant to hear: "Well, look who it is...Mistah Ten Percent-Tipper!"

Whadda revoltin' development!

Never mind his tipping skills for the moment, though. It's the intention that counts. That's yet another reason why Ben Grimm rocks your world, by the way: he might grouse about it, but he'll always pick up the check.

'Nuff said, true believer!

"I'm not dead yet..."

Just very, very busy with the sort of things you wouldn't imagine a little stuffed bull would have to worry about! (Hint: I'm helping John with sales conference!)

Back soon with more fun and more comics and more fun comics! (I sure hope!)

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Happy President's Day!

Ben Grimm totally rocks! Reason #10

Why does Ben Grimm totally rock?

10. You can't beat him! But you can lick him! His chocolate-coated vanilla ice cream on a stick with gumball eyes, that is! (Hey, why not orange sherbet flavor?) Take that, Spider-Man who doesn't have his own delicious ice cream treat! Yah boo!

He's big and brawny and he'll cool you down on a hot summer day with curiously out-of-context flavors. Now you know...another reason why Ben Grimm totally rocks.

(Reason #1-3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 )