Comic book characters seem to be stuck at the ages they first appear at, but some characters seem to age, though not at a linear rate with real time. When first appearing, the Fantastic Four have somewhat established ages: Reed Richards and Ben Grimm attended college and were World War 2 veterans. If this story is set in 1961, that makes the pair in their mid to late 30’s. Sue Storm is later established as younger than Reed (perhaps by ten years or more) making her in her 20’s when she first appears (she’s certainly drawn looking young). The Human Torch is a teenager. The passage of real time is shown in the series, both in the real world and in their lives, with references to current events and presidents, and with details such as Franklin, the Richards’ son, growing up.
Here’s Every Costume Spider-Man Has Ever Worn
In honor of The Amazing Spider-Man 2 opening this weekend, here are 24 of Spider-Man’s classic looks.
I picked up this great SS Graphic Novel from 1988 today at FCBD. I did not know this thing even existed. I love making discoveries like that!
Yes, this is epic. All splash pages, too. Buscema is my favorite Surfer artist not named Ron Lim. They are 1 and 1A to me.
The X-Men fight a Lovecraftian creature in X-Men #96. He describes himself as a child of the elder gods, Kierrok of the N'Garai. He seems pulled from the nightmares of a Lovecraft tale.
I promise to post a picture of my Collector collection once I get a little more organized. I’ve been trying to tag appearances by favorite characters in my spreadsheet :)
There’s something very meta about a Collector collection. :)
THIS IS THE SHIT WE GREW UP WATCHING WERE THE WARNER BROTHERS ON ACID OR WHAT
Yeah, right? Pretty much *some* kind of trip.
Joss Stone with “Dirty Man,” one of my favorites.
I gave myself to you,
Fully and completely it seems,
Or else I wanted to.
I wanted to be lost,
I wanted to dive completely into a shallow pool,
Do what I wasn’t supposed to,
What didn’t make sense.
Afraid to write what I feel,
Afraid to say, “I love you,”
Because did I really?
Could I really?
Does it matter
If it felt real to me?
Is a simulated emotion less than a real one?
What I tried to say in verse, or couldn’t,
Was that I loved you, as best I understood how,
As best as my heart knew how,
As much or as little as I wanted to,
And I wanted to.
I wanted to believe
Believe you were the person I wanted you to be:
A reader
A beauty
An introspective soulmate.
You were all of those things and more
Or less; I don’t remember which.
I tried to tell my poem
All the disappointment I held
That you were not meant for me.
That poems would not be written about us
That lines would not form any symmetry between us
But maybe they did in another world.
I felt a love, a passion, that did not exist for you,
But seemed to for me.
I don’t care who realized it wouldn’t work between us
Say it’s you because it’s probably true.
I do remember you
And that time I loved you
It seems yesterday
But it might be now
At least a facsimile of an emotion, but no less real
For feeling that way
That way I remember now
That love I created yesterday
Lingers as the memory of today and the longing of tomorrow.