Gil Kane and Previews

digresssmlOriginally published February 25, 2000, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1371

Two things…

I don’t know if other young fans have (or had) this problem, but when I was a kid, I couldn’t distinguish art styles. Take the old Marvel Superheroes cartoon. That was “animated” (if we dare use so drastic a word) by taking panels from various Marvel Comics and doing rapid zoom-ins, Dutch angles, and the occasional movement of one body part (Thor whirling his hammer, for instance.) But they had certain panels that were stock shots. Consequently, if they were doing an Iron Man story by, say, Don Heck, a Jack Kirby Iron Man or Gene Colan Iron Man might suddenly pop into the middle of the action. The thing is, it didn’t really register on me that the style had varied. Not only that, but in letters pages of comics when fans would comment on different artists’ styles, I could not for the life of me comprehend how anyone could just look at a page of art and be able to tell—just by looking at it—who had drawn it. Perhaps I simply wasn’t very… oh, what’s the word I’m looking for? Oh, yes. “Bright.” (Although at that time, I wasn’t actually reading Marvel comics. My dad wouldn’t let them in the house; he felt the characters were too ugly, and didn’t look sufficiently heroic. I tend to think that, sitting in front of printed pages, I would have picked up on Kirby versus Ditko. At least I’d like to think so.)

Gil Kane was the first artist whose style I actually noticed.

Young Justice #15 and Guns

digresssmlOriginally published February 18, 2000, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1370

Ah well. Another fan bites the dust.

In the new issue of Young Justice, a fan who simply signs his letter “Creed” (address withheld) extols his long-standing appreciation of my writing, but then informs the editor, “After reading Young Justice #15, I was given a clearer picture of Mister David, one that I will not support. I do not support anyone who doesn’t understand ‘you don’t blame the car for the accident, you blame the driver.’ Gun control is not the answer. In the ’30s the German people gave up their guns so that the violence would decrease. In the ’40s lots of people died. ‘Never Again!’ Good Bye DC, and Good Bye Peter.”

Herb Trimpe and a review of ZZZ

digresssmlOriginally published February 11, 2000, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1369

Several things this go-around:

I got breakfast from McDonald’s the other day. Kind of a spur of the moment thing. Ordered an egg sandwich and milk. I pulled around to the drive-in window and the teen standing in the window said, “Do you want the milk in a bag?”

“No,” I deadpanned, “I’d prefer it in a carton.”

“Okay,” he said tonelessly.

“Because, y’know, it’d probably soak right through the bag.”

“Okay.” Same night-of-the-living-dead voice.

“I was joking.”

“Okay. Here you go,” he said, never having registered anything I’d said. He handed me the bagged food. “Enjoy your meal.”

Never bother to kid around with McDonald’s drive-up window people at 7:15 in the morning. Complete waste of time.

What Pros Owe Fans

digresssmlOriginally published February 4, 2000, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1368

The fan walked up to me in the hallway at the convention with a look of great urgency in her face. “Mr. David,” she said.

As usually happens when someone addresses me that way, I reflexively glanced behind me to see if my father was standing there. Belatedly realizing that she was talking to me, I said, “Yes?”

She shook my hand firmly and said, “I wanted to tell you… that conversation we had at this convention several years ago changed my life.”

Movie review: Galaxy Quest

digresssmlOriginally published January 28, 2000, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1367

 

Ask any Jew what we do on Christmas Day. I mean, we don’t have family gatherings. We don’t run downstairs to look under the Christmas tree. We don’t go around singing carols, and you can’t count on a White Christmas for sledding or building snowmen. Of course, if you’re a Jewish doctor (and aren’t those rare as hen’s teeth?) you might well be on call.

But for the average Jew, what can we count on for the day where the country which mandates a separation between church and state shuts down offices (including all government ones) in order to celebrate the (most likely mythical) birthday of a noted religious figure?

Movies and Chinese food.