More Caffeine
I didn’t think about it being 9/11 when I scheduled this comic. So, if you find a political or social message here, it’s not intended. Now go hug someone…and drink some coffee if that’s what it takes!
I didn’t think about it being 9/11 when I scheduled this comic. So, if you find a political or social message here, it’s not intended. Now go hug someone…and drink some coffee if that’s what it takes!
I’m not sure if shopping qualifies as a super power. But I suspect you have to enjoy it to do it well. I don’t…unless, of course, it involves buying comics…or books…or DVDs…or cool electronic gizmos that I can’t afford. But that’s not really shopping. That’s, uh…male bonding.
In honor of last week’s big, big news (Disney bought Marvel Comics) I’m running a couple of comic book-themed Last Kisses this week.
This is a strange turn of events for most die-hard comic fans. I know some people are afraid that Disney will try to “Disneyfy” Marvel–making everything G-rated and warm and fuzzy. But that’s not going to happen. I’m sure Disney wants Marvel’s harder edge and older, male-dominated demographic.
But we’ll see. In the meantime, I’m not going to “Hulk out” over it–especially since I own a bit of Marvel stock and it shot up 25 percent in one day. Nope. I’m not going to complain at all.
Transcript:
CAPTION: My love life stunk Like a dead skunk on
a hot tin roof! But then I discovered a new brand of perfume…
CAPTION 2: Essence of Old Comic Books!
CAPTION 3: And suddenly…there was romance in the air!
MAN (to woman): Gosh! Every time we kiss i think of a scintillating, superhero slugfest from the sizzling sixties!
WOMAN: I never dreamed smelling like moldy paper could be so…exciting!
CAPTION 4: Essence of Old Comic BooksTM — now availabe with extra mildew!
Art by Dick Giordano with possible assist by Vince Colletta. from the story “Letter from Long Ago” in FIRST KISS #6, 1958.
Art Code 6.1.7.2
And don’t feel obligated to pay me for sex either…
Oops! It’s always embarrassing when you can’t remember the name of the person you slept with. Of course, that’s what name badges are for…