Thrift Justice – Strapped For Cash
I've got a great haul from the weekend to share with you, but I'm still writing that up. In the meantime, feast your eyes on some great stuff I've picked up recently. Let's jump right in, shall we?
First up, we've got these tabloid-sized specials, know as History of Comics Vols 1 & 2. These were created by fan favorite comic artist Jim Steranko, and they used to be advertised as mail-away items in old comics from the 70s (I guess they were also sold in book stores, but I don't really know much about the 70s books tore scene). Anyway, from what I've ben able to find out, the versions I got are known as Volume 1B and Volume 2B, since they don't have the title written on the cover. What makes this buy even more special, however, is the fact that my copy of Volume 1 is signed and numbered by renowned Italian filmmaker, Frederico Fellini. You see, he wrote the foreword to the series, as he had been a big fan of Steranko. Now, do I have a certificate of authenticity? No, but I don't really care. If I need to, I can just take it to Gold & Silver Pawn and have Frankenstein Randy Travis do some handwriting analysis on the signature.
I love the Power Rangers. Now that we got that out of the way, I've been tracking down old morphers like it's my job. I'm not even looking for them, but they keep popping up at thrift stores. I stopped buying most PR toys about 15 years ago (which was still too late in the minds of most people), but I used to really be into the Zords and morphers. Hands down, Power Rangers morphers were my favorite role playing toys. These used to retail anywhere from $10-15, but I've been finding these for roughly $1 each. Still operational and everything. To top it off, they're models that came out after I stopped buying, so I've been able to restart my collections where I left off. What you see here, from left to right, is the Time Force Morpher, Ninja Storm Wind Morpher, some kinda bootleg Dino Thunder Morpher, and the Overdrive Tracker.
My love of Batman is pretty well-known. I thought I had stumbled upon something awesome with this lunch box, as the date on the decal is 1982. It certainly looked pre-Super Powers, which would place it before 1985. That said, the decal doesn't jibe with the rest of the package. You see, the latch is incorrect. I stopped getting these lunch boxes in the very early 90s, at which point they were still using a metal latch. The latch on this one is completely plastic, placing it later in the decade. Still, aside from all that Pawn Stars babble you didn't ask for, it was still a nice find for 99 cents!
This is Max Ray, from the 80s cartoon The Centurions. I've been on the lookout for these because, just like Radiohead albums, you never see them at yards sales and thrift stores. This figure was pretty incomplete, as he didn't come with any of the accessories that fit into the holes situated all over his body. Despite all that, I'm still pretty happy to own this guy, as he always reminded me of Tony Stark.
I always told myself that if I ever won the lottery, I'd buy one of those replica wrestling belts that costs $300. I'd wear it to church, court, to the bathroom. Don't care. Referred to as "The Strap" by the professionals, I'd always have it slung over my shoulder (no one ever wears it as an actual belt!). Well, I've yet to win the lottery, so I don't have one of those belts. I never wanted to pay the $15 for the crappy kids version at retail, but I had no problem paying 99 cents for one! The belt that I chose was the Intercontinental Title, and I did so for a reason. You see, everybody wants to be The Champ. Everyone thinks they're Triple H, or John Cena or The Rock. I'm honest with myself. If I joined the WWE tomorrow, I'd NEVER get a shot at the WWE Title. I could, however, get the Intercontinental belt. That was the belt you used to get for beating Goldust or The Mountie. That's more my speed.
I hated leaving these guys behind, as I think I'm probably America's biggest straight male boyband fan. That said, I didn't want these at $10 apiece. I'm pretty sure they didn't cost that much when they were originally offered by Best Buy (they were promo items), and 'NSYNC merchandise isn't really on the rise. So, I had to say bye bye bye to them. Yup, I just said that.
Thanks for tuning in, and come back on Thursday for a special Thrift Justice surprise!
Thrift Justice – The Case of the Three Jokers
So, last weekend the rain was too much of a nuisance for any of the local yard sales to take place, but I was still jonesing for a treasure hunt. That meant that I had to find someplace indoors, which led me to the Civitan Flea Market. Located in Arlington, VA, the Civitan Flea Market occurs on the first Saturday of each month, from the months of April to November. I checked it out for the first time a few months back, and I liked what I saw. Since it takes place in a multilevel parking garage, it's open rain or shine. Basically, a vendor pays about $20 to set up in a parking space, and you're left to just make the rounds. From what I could tell, vendors don't seem to have "regular" spots, so I walked around to see if I noticed any of the good vendors from my first trip. But we know you're not here for the words - you're here for the haul!
Recently, I've been buying up all the cheap Calvin & Hobbes books I run across. Here's a little confession: I really hated C&H up until about 2 months ago. I know most of my peers fondly look back on the series, but I just never "got" it. I think I had the misfortune of always tuning in when it was one of the, for lack of a better word, "preachier" strips, so I just always felt it was overrated. That said, as someone who had a myriad of imaginary friends, this series was pretty much right up my alley. So, I found a collection at a yard sale a few weeks back, which has led to the acquisition of 2 more collections.
As a fanboy, this is one of those things that I guess I'm expected to have read. I'd never really come across it, and it always seemed a little too much of a Sandman gateway book anyway. Since I'm neither a cutter, nor do I work at Hot Topic, I always shied away. Well, on this particular day, I guess I was kinda desperate to buy a comic, and this was the best I could do. The vendor wanted $3 for it, which I felt was kinda steep. Then, she told me that it was for her grandson's college fund. I couldn't let the guy suffer through student loans as I had. I forked over the three Georges. Then, I asked her where he was thinking of going for college. She replied, "Well, he's only 16 months old right now." Huh. All I could say was, "Well, I guess you've got a couple more sales ahead of you."
I'd seen this book during one of the Borders liquidation sales, but couldn't bring myself to pay what they were asking at 25% off. This, however, is not only an advance reader's copy but it was also a quarter! I'm a sucker for preview and promo items, so this was just what the doctor ordered. The seller had placed a sticky note on it, saying it was "Perfect for fans of Family Guy and The Daily Show". This might just be an oversell - kinda like how every comedy compared itself to The Hangover for a whole year.
If you dare claim there was a better game for the Nintendo Entertainment System, I will slap you in the face and kidnap your dog.
Stallone was supposed to be in Beverly Hills Cop. They decided they wanted to go in another, more comedic direction. He made this instead. And it was GLORIOUS. I love this movie for the odd product placement. Just imagine: Pepsi paid to have one of their soda fountains shot up in a standoff; a Christmas-themed Toys "R" Us commercial is playing in the background, as Stallone cleans his gun and eats cold pizza!
I wouldn't buy season sets of this show, but I am sucker enough to fall for "The Mike Judge Collection". Sure, it's a best of collection, but it's a multi-disc best of. Plus, I trust Mike Judge. The man went on to give us Office Space and King of the Hill. It'll be worth it if "Teen Talk" is one of the episodes featured. "I'm Lolita, and this here's Tanqueray. You boys wanna go back behind the bleachers and make out?"
And now we come to the reason for this post's title. You may not be able to tell, but this is a deck of Batman Begins playing cards. It was purchased for three reasons:
1) I love Batman
2) I love shiny things/holograms
3) They were $0.25
Now, I knew what I was getting into. The seller told me that someone earlier in the day had counted the cards and that while the deck was missing an Ace, there were THREE Jokers. Now, I'm used to quirky merchandise, so I wondered if it was supposed to have 3 Jokers. I mean, "Joker" kinda means a little more in a Batman-themed card deck, so maybe that was the novelty. Still don't know. I don't even play cards!
This is Tri-Klops. He's from He-Man. That is all.
This is Lothor - the "big bad" from Power Rangers Ninja Storm. While he was far from the most menacing villain, I always loved his aesthetic. It's not everyday you see an evil alien ninja in a luchadore mask. The articulation sucks, like most Power Rangers villain figures, but he still looks cool standing around.
A Nightwing doll! How cool is that?! Yes, I'm calling it a "doll" because that's basically what this is. Sure, his body is probably based on a G.I. Joe style body, but he's got a cloth outfit and hard plastic head. He appears to have mustard or something on his chest, but I don't care. Nightwing doll for $1!
I got this from my favorite vendor. Last time, she had some great Batman stuff, and this was just as cool. If you're not a comic person, this is an unused cover from X-Men: Alpha, which kicked off The Age of Apocalypse. This event started just as I was getting into comics, and I haven't experienced something that riveting since. A lot of comic crossovers are cyclical now, but this was actually a fresh idea. Anyway, this appeals to my love of comics, as well as my love of shiny thing/holograms. Oddly enough, I don't remember this as having a holographic cover gimmick; it shipped with a foil cover gimmick, so I wonder if this was some sort of retailer exclusive.
These came from the same vendor as the X-Men cover. It may not be immediately apparent, but the "Vote DC" poster is actually a promotional item from the Marvel vs. DC event. You'll notice Batman hiding Captain America's shield in his cape, as Superman brandishes The Hulk's pants. Below that is a poster for 1991's X-Men #1. I collect comic promo items that are typically only available to retailers, so these 2 posters were great finds.
Well, that's all she wrote for the flea market. Next month is the last one of the season, so I'm pretty sure I'll go check it out one last time. In the meantime, I've got my hands full with the thrift stores. Tune in next time, where I'll show ya some autographed stuff I came across!
The Stan Lee Panel – Day 2 of Baltimore Comic-Con 2011
This is Part 2 of a 2-part saga. In case you missed Part 1, click here: Go ahead, I'll wait. Done? Good. The following takes place on Sunday, August 21 from 3:00 PM to 5:00 PM.
So I didn't take part in much of Day 2 of the con. I slept 12 hrs the night before, so I got a late start. I braved torrential rain and traffic to get there right before the start of Stan's panel. Thanks to that pricey VIP I'd shelled out for, I just walked right in.
Jimmy Palmiotti was hosting the panel, and he asked us to really show Stan how much we appreciated him by giving him a huge entrance. It's not like Jimmy had to ask - we're talking about The Man here! Anyway, Stan entered with security to a rousing standing ovation. Once Stan got on stage, he told us that he had caught a bit of a bug over the weekend. He said he'd been talking all weekend, and he was all talked out. This wasn't a cop-out, however. Instead, he said that he wanted us to ask him questions since he didn't know what to talk about.
What followed turned into what could best be described as a "love fest". Fan after fan came up to the mic to thank Stan. Many of them told touching stories of how Stan's comics had affected them. One guy was a speech pathologist who uses comics to help his clients. One woman was in college to be an animator - inspired by the Marvel comics she'd been introduced to by her uncle. A woman dressed as Poison Ivy shared that she was a military wife, and that her relationship with her husband had bloomed due to comics. He's currently deployed in Afghanistan, but their shared love of comics helps them to reconnect and strengthen their relationship. It was clear that much of the audience could relate to a lot of how comics had touched their lives, so I almost wish they had orchestrated an audience unison "thank you" to move things along.
Eventually, Stan said that he appreciated the thankful sentiments, but joked that "People keep thanking me for what I've done for them, but I didn't do it for you; I did it for ME! If what I did for me affected others, then great!"
Despite being under the weather, Stan was in great spirits, and the best part of the show was just hearing his stories:
Stan said that Iron Man used to get the most fan mail from women. He said that he believed it was due to the fact that women liked 3 things in a man:
1)Money
2)Power
At this point, a woman in the audience yelled "who drinks!"
Stan said, "Well, that helps!"
3)A woman likes a man who's got something wrong with him, so that she can say to herself, "Oh, I can fix you right up!"
Stan also expressed his pride in the fact that comics were now accepted in the mainstream. Multiple times, he said that comics used to be thought of as something read by little children and simple-minded adults. He said that was the reason he had changed his name, as he didn't want anyone he knew to know he worked in comics. He said, "I used to have a real name, a normal name just like you. I was Stanley Martin Lieber. But I was so ashamed that I took my first name, and broke up the 2 syllables."
An audience member asked him what he thought of the Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark. He answered, "I saw one of the previews. I thought it was really great. I didn't like the music that much, but that was because not all of the songs were in it. Of course, this wasn't when people were falling and dying all over the place," which got a huge laugh from the crowd.
Another fan asked what comic book world he'd like to be sucked into if he had the chance. He replied that he'd like to go to the Archie universe, so that he could have Betty & Veronica.
There were a few moments that were funny in the slight discomfort they caused. One fan said that he was a fan of Ultimo, a manga series produced in Japan by Stan's Pow Entertainment. He asked Stan what the experience had been like. Stan said that he couldn't make heads or tails from what was going on in Ultimo. He said that he gave them the beginning of the story, but that he doesn't even know what's happening at this point in the story. He said there are plans to bring it to America, and he hopes it comes with an instruction manual so he'll finally know what's going on!
As if his candor was a bit surprising, he immediately followed up by saying that "The Japanese people are a hardworking, intelligent and polite people, and I had to learn to bow after every word I said." You could kinda feel a bit of tension in the room, like when your grandpa mentions how hard working the Mexicans are during Christmas dinner. It seemed like Stan felt it, too, and he quickly recovered with an "I don't even know what that has to do with what we're talking about!"
Next, after a fan asked him what his favorite Marvel movie was, he answered that it was the first Spider-Man. Then, he proceeded to talk about Blade, and how he couldn't remember the writer's name (David Goyer), but how he had tattoos all up and down both arms. Stan couldn't believe his arms were absolutely covered, and he said he'd never seen anyone with that many tattoos. Like, he was absolutely amazed by it! Seeing as how it's Baltimore, and 1 in 5 people in the room had a full sleeve, this, too, was a bit awkward. Again, he recovered with an "I don't know what that even had to do with what we were talking about. What was the question?"
That exchange did, however, lead to the next great part of the panel. Jimmy decided to ask the crowd if any of them had tattoos of Marvel characters on them. A guy got up, and showed that he had Black Cat and Mary Jane on his arm. At this point, someone in the back yelled out, "What are they doing?!", which led to a big laugh. Another girl said that she had Marvel symbols tattooed on her. She walked down to the stage and showed that the had the X-Men circled "X" tattooed on both sides of her...bikini area. She got down to the stage, and Stan said "I can't see it." She rolled down her pants a bit, and he said, "Oh, I can see it now!" The crowd roared. He said "I thank you, and the X-Men thank you!" As she walked away, he said, "Wait, that's all we get?" Jimmy piped in "Stan likes the ladies." Stan countered with, "Yeah, like I'm the only one!"
The panel wrapped up soon afterward, and I made my way back to the con floor. Now, remember how I'd braved the rain and traffic? Well, I had neglected to hit the ATM before getting to the show, as I foolishly thought "I'll just hit the ATM at the show." Who knows how this ends? Yup, it was out of money. So, thus began a mad race to hit all the booths I knew had stuff I wanted, praying that they took credit cards. During this time, I also met up with good e-pal @sycobuny, as this has become our annual chance to meet in person. That reminds me that I forgot to mention the great Yo Go Re from OAFE in my last post. He miraculously spotted me out of all the other geeks on the con floor, and I was finally able to put a face to a name. In any case, Sycobuny and I ran around the floor, asking everyone "Do you take credit?" I had a few misses, but I also had a few hits. Feast your eyes on the day's haul:
As you can see, it's more of the same from yesterday. More DC Universe Classics, more Marvel Mighty Muggs for the gf. And again, no comics.
In all, it was a great weekend. One of my fanboy dreams came true, I got to catch up with e-pals, and I also got a lot of cool stuff for my collection. Thanks for reading, and thanks to Cool and Collected for making this blog "crossover" a reality. Meet me back here next time, as we'll probably talk about a bunch of geeky, politically incorrect stuff. Until then, Excelsior!
Greatest Haul: Origins
In Greatest Haul: Prelude, you got a teaser of the spoils. Now, learn the fantastical origin of the treasures you merely glimpsed! I'd cap this off with a "True Believer", but I don't want my ass to get sued...
So, as many of my twitter followers can attest, I've developed a bit of a thrift store addiction as of late. We have a few really good ones in my area, so I've found myself swinging by a couple times a week. That said, like any gateway drug, thrift stores weren't enough. I soon turned to Craigslist to satisfy my urges. It started out with me buying a couple of Mighty Muggs, and then it just got out of hand. Pretty soon, I found myself scouring the "toys & games" and "collectibles" categories several times a day. Eventually, I made a bigger leap: yard and garage sales.
I've been going to estate sales with my mom for the past 15 or so years, but they're a different animal from yard sales. Estate sales tend to be where the stuff of old/dead folks is sold, so the selection follows accordingly. I got my golf clubs at an estate sale. I got old books at estate sales. You do not, however, tend to find toys at such places. In any case, I had come to look down on yard/garage sales, as estate sales were more "high-end". A few of my twitter pals, however, have had quite a bit of luck with yard sales lately, and I didn't want to be left out in the cold.
A few weeks ago I decided to wake up early that Saturday morning and get in on the yard sale action. I'd found a nearby sale that was touting "25 Years of Collectibles". This was both intriguing and off putting. You see, when people sell what they believe to be "collectibles", they tend to overcharge. They factor in all the time and money they put into acquiring the item, as well as what they feel it's worth on the market. The result is typically an asking price that's both foolish AND too rich for my blood. It was still intriguing, though, as a lot of good crap came out in the last 25 years.
Anyway, the next morning, I woke up earlier than I typically do for work (a part of me is somewhat ashamed of that), and set out on my quest. The ad said the garage door wouldn't go up until 7, and I was there along with 2 older guys. Within 5 minutes, I knew this hadn't been worth my time or lost sleep. He was selling loose Toy Biz Marvel figures for $10 each. Not the good Legends stuff, but the crappy Magneto with the magnet in his chest. Or a random VR Trooper. Who's gonna pay $10 for a loose VR Trooper figure of a present-day soap star? I said my thanks, and went on my way.
Next on the list was a multifamily sale not too far away. I'd seen the listing, and I liked the idea of a multifamily sale, as I could hit several mini sales in one area. Apparently, the sales were along a block, so I could just work my way down the street. Or so I thought. Instead, I ended up spending the bulk of my time at the first house. Before we get to that, though, let's back up a bit.
After that first "collectibles" sale was a bust, I considered going home. Sitting with my McDonald's breakfast, I fired up my phone's browser and decided to see if any new, more promising sales had been listed. At this point, I noticed one that touted "carded action figures". Well, paint me green and call me Gumby! Plus, it turned out it was part of the multifamily sale that I was already planning to hit! The idea of carded action figures was too great to pass up. Little did I know how great of a find it would be.
So, it turns out that the woman hosting the sale used to work for American Entertainment. If you were collecting comics in the late 90s, then that name will be familiar to you. If you've never heard of it, American Entertainment was a mail order comic company that specialized in exclusive covers and products (if you've ever shopped at Entertainment Earth, it was a lot like that). If you have a comic from the 90s, there's probably an AE ad in it. Eventually, they branched out into a few brick and mortar shops, but AE cranked out a TON of Image/Top Cow variants and Buffy exclusives, amongst other things. Now, since I worked at Diamond, I kinda have an idea of the sort of items that cross your desk in that industry. Just as in my situation, she didn't sell anything while she was with the company, so she just accumulated it without really keeping track of what she had. She decided that she finally needed to clear out space, so she was getting rid of all the swag she'd acquired. And she wasn't lying about carded figures. Buffy, Starting Lineup, Batman, WWF (yes, before they were forced to "get the F Out"), Toy Biz Marvel figures...and many were just $1-2 each! Most yard sales are just a "One man's trash..." situation, but she actually had good stuff. It was just too much of it to try to price accordingly and sell, so it was like a collectible fire sale. I was expecting to wake up at any minute. When I call it "The Greatest Haul", it's not that I stumbled upon a particular holy grail - it's that I got a lot of cool stuff for the low, low price! Toys, comics, and cards. So, what did I get? Well, you'll just have to tune in next time!
Comical Thoughts: Super Dinosaur
...Annnd it only took me seven days - seven days to break the vow that I made in my last post. I swore I was done with Image comics, outside of collected editions, until they got their act together. But then, they had to go and release a book called Super Dinosaur. Motherfucking SUPER DINOSAUR! Look at that cover! How do you pass on a concept like that? Simple answer: you don't.
I've got to start by saying that Robert Kirkman isn't exactly my favorite creator. He's got a lot of great ideas, but I kinda soured on him after he became a giant creator-owned evangelist. To him, you're wasting your time in comics if all you're doing is working on X-Men or Batman. Instead, you should be creating new concepts that you OWN, rather than making money for Marvel and DC on decades old characters. He's on to something there, but he reached a point where he became somewhat of a bully in trying to get that message across. There's no doubt that he practices what he preaches; he's so prolific that I either believe his stuff is being handled by ghostwriters, or he's a tortured artist who beats his wife between ideas. He's already crossed media with The Walking Dead, but I get the feeling that Super Dinosaur will be another crossover hit.
It's clear that Super Dinosaur is meant to be one of those rare "all ages" gems that we don't get very often in comics these days. That said, it appears that Kirkman went to the well of a lot of sources, both familiar and unfamiliar, to pull this all together. Basically, Super Dinosaur is what you get when you throw Ben 10, Power Rangers: Dino Thunder, and a little known Image comic called Johnny Monster into a blender. Derek Dynamo is the son of a famous scientist who discovered dinosaurs living 100 miles underground. Dr Dynamo also discovered a powerful mineral, which he named "Dynore". Now, his former partner is trying to claim the Dynore for himself, but his attempts are thwarted by Derek and his best friend, Super Dinosaur. Derek's got a healthy ego (he thinks everything about himself is "awesome"), and Super Dinosaur is able to be "super" due to a special tech harness designed by Dr Dynamo. It's high stakes fun and adventure, as tomorrow's technology is introduced to the lost world of the past.
The Super Dinosaur concept is VERY toyetic, which has a somewhat negative effect on the premiere issue. Instead of feeling like a true introduction to that world, it feels more like a comic book adaptation of a TV show that might be called Derek Dynamo & Super Dinosaur. I can't put my finger on why, but it just doesn't feel genuine. At the end of the book, there's a blurb where Kirkman goes on about how this is an all ages book and how he's excited about that. While that may be true, it's an all ages book with an agenda. If handled correctly, this is the kind of concept that pays for summer homes. The 8 year old boy inside me thinks it's a kickass concept just from the title alone, but he'd much rather wait for the cartoon that the book seems to be adapting. The same way some publishers are using comics as a cheap way to create movie pitches (I'm looking at you, Radical Publishing!), this book feels like Kirkman's audition to join Man of Action at the big boy table of Nicktoons and the like.
Apparently, a special origin issue of Super Dinosaur will be offered on Free Comic Book Day. I'm not sure if it's going to change my opinion of the book, but I'm definitely willing to give it a chance. It's not that I don't like Super Dinosaur - in fact, I love the idea. I just feel that it has enough potential that it almost seems like a waste to tell the story as a comic. It's very reminiscent of the done-in-one-season animated concepts of the late 80s/early 90s. Maybe Kirkman's hoping for more of a shelf life for this one, but it's hard to tell where this falls on his full plate that already includes Invincible, The Walking Dead, and various other projects.
Live Free or Origin Hard
Comics as escapism - this is a concept that is always bandied about when people try to explain the notion of collecting & reading comics. Supposedly, we read superhero comics because they take us out of our day to day lives, and might even inspire us to greatness, as we observe acts of heroism. I don't discount any of this, but I know that, for me, I enjoyed the escapism that the hobby provided me. This is going to get into a lot of family stuff, and may not be as action-packed as the other stuff, but there is a point here. Trust me.
So, we already covered that my mom had me late in life, but it should also be said that my father passed away from an aneurysm when I was three. So, I tell people that I was raised by the Black Golden Girls: Mommy, Muddear, and the Aunts. Being a single mother, my mom was at work most of the time, so I spent most of my time with Muddear, hence the Alabama trips and whatnot. Then, around 1993, something changed.
To go even further back, my mom had been married before. This is actually a bit of an odd story. She got married when she was 26, to a guy named Fred West. He was a bit of a cad, but their marriage lasted about 14 years. When it ended, she said that she was never changing her name again. She eventually met my father, Willie West, who was not related to Fred. So, she got to keep that name-change promise.
In any case, I bring up Fred because he resurfaced around 1993. You see, he had time to think about what he had done (whatever that may have been), and he decided that he wanted her back. Since he had "con man tendencies" about him, he knew how to get to people. He realized that the best way to get to her was through me. Now, this isn't a standard "creepy stepdad/mom's boyfriend" kind of thing. I LOVED him. He was a really fun guy. It was hard for me to think he could've done anything wrong, and he genuinely seemed to care about me.
So, how does this relate to comics? Well, he used to SHOWER me with toys and comics. Of course it was in order to curry favor with my mom, but I would have these free-for-all days, where he would pick me up in the morning, and we would hit 4 comic shops, 3 Toys R Us stores, and a McDonalds. Even though I've exhibited the whole "I'm asking for this just to see if I can get it" behavior, it wasn't like that here. We'd get in the car, and he'd ask, "So, where to today, buddy?" This was how I learned about comic shops and the back-issue market, as I was always looking for new places for us to go. This took place during the summer, so we'd make these runs about 2 or 3 times a week. Honestly, it got to the point where I had run out of shops and things to buy.
These Fred Sprees were fruitful, as they taught me about local comic stores, like Geppi's Comic World and Barbarian Books. I also had my introduction to back issues, as I tried to catch up with what the characters had been doing before I got into comics. Geppi's used to have these $5 grab bags, where you'd just end up with the worst comics. I didn't know that then, of course. They ALL seemed cool to me, even if it was a Crystar comic from the 80s, or Moon Knight #27. I loved those grab bags because they taught me about other types of books on the market, and they all seemed like these ancient treasures. Even if they were just 10 years old, they felt like these relics from forgotten times. I loved seeing the ads for canceled cartoons and failed breakfast cereals. I also realized that many of them didn't also didn't end in one issue, but that just gave me something to search for next time. The seeds were being planted for my love of The Hunt. I was beginning to see comics as things to be collected, and as I had already learned from the Happy Meal toys, I'm a bit addicted to collecting.
*Not actual family. I wasn't that lame.
Anyway, as this was going on, there was a period where we were almost like a nuclear family. Sure, the aunts and Muddear were still around, but Fred would come by and take Mommy and me to dinner. We'd be in a booth at the Hot Shoppe (that's for you MD/DC folks!), and I'd be reading an old copy of All-Star Squadron, as they laughed at some joke he just told. I liked that, as it was something I had never had before, but had always seen on TV. It was like I had a mom and a dad, and we were all just happy together.
So, eventually my mom put a stop to the Fred Sprees because she really didn't think he had changed, and she didn't want to give him false hope. There was no need for him to waste all his money on comics and toys if it was going to be in vain. Fred stuck around for a while, but he finally moved to Virginia. He died a few years ago, from Alzheimers. I could tell he wasn't necessarily "all there" back in the day, but that was part of his charm. Just another reason I loved him.
So, when I think of "comics as escapism", I'm not thinking of how cool it would be to be Batman, or what it must be like to live in Metropolis. I fondly think back to the time when I had what society considers a "family", and how much I liked that feeling. It was fleeting, but comics were there for the whole thing. I can look at a copy of All-Star Squadron now, and it all comes back to me. Maybe that's more accurately "comics as nostalgia", but isn't nostalgia just escapism from the present? Next time, I wrap this all up and bring us to the present.
At Long Last – My Comic Origin!
I've been wanting to write lately, but really haven't had much to write about. I've been to a LOT of comic cons and stores lately, and it made me realize that I've never really explained *how* I got into comics. This isn't just a blog thing, as many of my "in real life" friends don't really know this tale either. So, it got me to thinking, and those memories have brought us here. Let's go for a little ride, shall we?
People never believe this, but I started rudimentary reading at 18 months old. This, combined with the fact that my parents were older, meant that I skipped a lot of "typical" children's literature. I never had any fairy tales, and I missed out on Dr. Seuss. I probably sound like I snob, but I realize that I truly missed out on some classics. Later, I went back and tried to read The Cat in the Hat, but it was too late - the damage had already been done. So, what did I read? Mainly, I read the Style section of the Washington Post. Yeah, there were pictures, but I also learned a LOT about the television industry.
My mom and aunts loved to encourage my reading, so they were always willing to buy books for me. They, however, had to approve of the books, so the covers couldn't show anything demonic, and they couldn't be something that was a "waste of time", like "funnybooks". Anyway, they used to make me go to Alabama for the summer with my grandmother. The thing about those trips was that I HATED going, but ending up loving it once I was there. In any case, I would throw a FIT prior to leaving, so they'd always bribe me with books and toys so that I would "be a good boy for Muddear". Also, Muddear was given money to keep me pacified while down there.
The first time I was sent to Old Dixie was 1989, and my cousin Cephus (we are from the South!) drove us down in his Winnebago. There wasn't much to do, but I had a scooter, and our front yard had a ditch. If you do the math, you'll realize that I had my own Fat Kid X-Games event going on. I'm still amazed that I never fell in and died - this was a DEEP ditch. I remember, though, during one of my ditch-jump lulls, buying my first comic at the local bait shop. Rather, I didn't pay money for it, but it was bought for me by a cousin during an ice run for a cookout. I can't remember the issue number, but it was a Star Trek comic published by DC. This was during the Original Cast Movie Era, so those were the uniforms they were wearing.
Now, I'm gonna be real honest here: I don't think I ever even read that thing. I mainly asked for it just to see if I could get it. Yeah, I was that kid. Since I hadn't really been allowed to go near "funnybooks", I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Plus, I was as much of a Trekkie as you could be at the age of 8 (I'd been watching TNG since its premiere, and had seen all TOS episodes). Seeing it on the stands, it was familiar to me and that's what I went for. I think it had Klingons in it, but didn't they all back then? I know that comic made the trip back to Maryland from Alabama, but I really don't remember what became of it. I guess it got thrown away during one of Muddear's cleaning jags. The main point is that, while I remember owning it, comics had yet to make any real impact on me. I think I had it more for its connection to Star Trek than for the fact that it was a "forbidden comic book!"
Over the course of the next year, I had another one of those "I wonder if I can get x to buy this comic for me" moments. One Sunday afternoon, my aunt's boyfriend took me to 7/11. It's a long story, but here's the gist of it: Muddear lived on a street in DC that wasn't exactly the nicest. The ice cream truck came through, and I really wanted ice cream, but Muddear was always of the opinion that the ice cream truck was really just selling crack. So, she wouldn't let me near it. I think I cried, and Mr. Jackson (my aunt's bf), who had been doing some work on the house, volunteered to take me to 7/11 for some non-crack ice cream. So, in addition to my Push-Up, I ended up with a Heathcliff comic. Now, I'm not sure if y'all remember, but Heathcliff was the Flavor Aid to Garfield's Kool-Aid. He was not the A-list cartoon cat, but I remembered that his cartoon had a really cool theme song (one that I still find myself singing at times). Plus, the kicker was that he was dressed as Batman on the cover. Now, my whole love of Batman extends back to the Super Powers toy line, as well as syndicated reruns of the '66 show. Surprisingly enough, I had never thought about seeking out Batman comics. This changed all that, as it was the first time I really thought "Wait, Batman started as a comic character, right?" Anyway, I remember that this comic was just a loose parody of the first Michael Keaton movie. Still, it was the first time a comic actually kinda stuck with me, and I still have that book in my collection today. This was not, however, when the collecting bug bit. No, my friends - that happened on the next installment of Will & Muddear's Alabama Adventures, which I'll talk about next time.
Best of the West #1: Signed Amazing Spider-Man #583 Variant
Going through my posts, I realized that I never really spoke much about my time in comics. On top of that, I'm supposed to be this big collector of comics and toys, yet there aren't many posts that reflect my hobby. So, instead of being all snarky and digging up a bunch of dirt, I figured I'd try something new, by showcasing a few of the best items in my collections that most haven't seen. You might see some cool stuff, or it might result in me having my apartment broken into. In any case, I'll give a little rundown of its history, and voila, I've got a new regular column.
So, today's item is what you see here:

Yes, that's a first printing of the hard to find variant cover of Amazing Spider-Man #583. The first of the popular Obama Comic Cover gimmick, this book sold out quicker than hotels on prom night. Last I checked, I think it got up to about 5 printings, many of which are still being sold above cover price. Well, I somehow managed to get a copy. But wait, there's more! If you look closely, you'll notice that it's signed. No, it's not signed by Big O, himself, but by Marvel Editor-In-Chief and Chief Creative Officer, Joe Quesada. So, how did I snag this comic? Well, it's funny you should ask...
Last year, I went to the New York Comic-Con with a couple of my Diamond friends. Near the end of most conventions, the Marvel booth has a giveaway panel. This isn't a nice, orderly contest, however. No, at the Marvel booth, everyone stands around yelling for shit, kinda like those businessmen watching Jennifer Connelly get it with that double-ended dildo in Requiem For A Dream. There's a guy (and I really should know his name by this point), who's like Wayne Brady with the huckster showmanship of Stan Lee. The Marvel Minions bring him large, unmarked boxes of stuff, and he just grabs something out. The stuff ranges from big ticket items (autographed books), to dead overstock (Dark Towers hardcovers), to random licensed items (lunchbox, anyone?) on down to Saga books. That's right - I've seen them give away the same crappy promo comic you would've gotten stuffed in your bag at your LCS.
Anyway, I've witnessed this thing quite a few times, so there's generally a formula: "Wayne Lee" generally looks around to see who wants the item most. Sometimes, he might ask a trivia question or ask you to dance for him or something. He usually goes for the cute kid, the 20-ish girl, etc. In fact, he tends to go for everyone *except* the stereotypical "fanboy". By adhering to this pattern, the Marvel Giveaway Panel may be Marvel's smartest initiative to reach out to a new audience; cater to the young, the women, etc. So, the trick is to save your energy for something that you really want. Nobody walks away with 2 items. Not even that kid in the wheelchair. If you don't want the Spider-Man sleeping bag, don't even waste the energy to acknowledge it. Wayne's pretty good at scanning the crowd, so he's gauging what you really want. When everyone's jumping up and down like they're on The Price Is Right, you become more conspicuous if you stand still. Wayne notices that, and he knows you're being strategic. Hell, it's best not to even make eye contact with him. Save it for the big prize.
So, I knew all of the above going in, and I used all that to play my hand. I didn't acknowledge the Wolverine baseball cap or the Eternals hardcover. Out of the gate, we knew that the big ticket item was the Obama cover, especially since this was about 2 weeks after the inauguration. There wasn't even a second printing at this point, yet here it was, SIGNED by the creative head of Marvel. I knew they had 5 copies to give away, and those were the only things I went for.
After he had given away the 4th copy, I probably should have gotten discouraged. I mean, I'd been at this panel for about an hour and a half, watching people sacrifice their young for a Hulk pencil sharpener. One thing about me, however, is that I don't quit. I had a good feeling. I had no basis for said optimism, but I really thought I was going to leave with one of those books. I've actually been really lucky in life when it comes to comic-related contests. When I was 12, I won a Batman watch from a Choice Hotels Batman Returns sweepstakes. When I was 13, I won some Avengers/X-Men Bloodties trading cards from a contest I'd forgotten I had even entered. And the list goes on. So, I felt like some of that magic might be in the cards for me for that Spidey comic. My friends were leaving to go to dinner, and some of the booths had even shut down, but I was determined to see this to the end.
Wayne got to the final copy, and made quite a showing about it being the final copy. He paced the floor with it. He'd stop and think about whether the time was right to give it away (he does this a LOT - pulls out an item, gauges the reaction, and then swaps it for a Human Torch backpack once the fever builds). He decided to ask a question: "What's Wolverine's real name?" This, my friends, is somewhat of a trick question. I didn't know which answer he wanted. After all, everybody knows it's "Logan", yet this was after Origin had come out, so the real answer was "James Howlett". Seeing as how he IS the guy from Marvel, I figured Wayne would want the Howlett answer. So, I jumped up and down, screaming "James Howlett!" I could hear a good deal of the crowd going the Logan route, while my fellow fanboys were chiming along with the Howlett chorus. I have to believe that Wayne noticed how I'd played the game. I think he knew that I was there for one thing, and he was determined to make me wait for it. Or, maybe he just noticed me at that point. Whatever it was, he was prepared to make my day. It felt like slow motion, as he walked over and handed me the book. In my haze, I shielded it until I could get out of the crowd, and I quickly put it in my sketchbook for safekeeping. Once I got to an empty corner of the Javits Center, I double-checked to make sure that it was real, and that I hadn't imagined the whole thing. What I saw in my hands was the book that you saw above, and it's been sitting on my makeshift mantle ever since.








































