Yearly Archives: 2011

Caption Contest 103 Winners!

Many thanks to everyone who entered Caption Contest 103, which challenged you to come up with the best replacement dialog for this awesome random comics panel:

The funniest lines in my opinion were:

  • Watson Bradshaw: Evolve your way out of a body-bag mammals!
  • MScat: “Say hello to my little arms!!”
  • Pandademic: Do it! Bomb ‘em forward to the Stone Age!
  • The Atomic Punk: “Cold blood and hot lead, baby!”
  • Moognation: Dammit! I asked for a scatta gun, not a chatta gun!
  • MartianBlue: LeRooaaarrrr jeannkinnsss!
  • TheNate: Welcome to Kick Yourassick Park!
  • X-stacy: Of course I’m gonna shoot you in cold blood! I’m a REPTILE.
  • dblade: “Tombstones! Meet the Tombstones!”

As the overall winner, I chose the very last one submitted, proving once again it's (almost) never too late if your idea is funny! For making me laugh right out loud on a morning when I felt like dinosaur poop, the win goes to ... dblade!

You have to admit, that's a darn catchy tune with which to meet your doom.

Congrats to dblade and all our Finalists!

Random Panel: “In fact, I’m a total wuss!”

(From "Fantastic Comics" number 15, 1941.)

Random Panel: When you gotta go, you gotta go

(From "Fantastic Comics" number 15, 1941.)

Power User Profile: Watson Bradshaw

Winner of Character Design Contest 55 and invaluable commenter Watson Bradshaw is the subject of this week's Power User Profile. He also has my all-time favorite profile photo, so bursting with joy and good honest geeky excitement it fills me with joy just looking at it. Enjoy!
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Random Panel: Um, that’s a wall, Samson …

(From "Fantastic Comics" number 15, 1941.)

Sharing Day, Disillusionment Edition

When I was a kid, watching the original "Star Wars" trilogy was practically a religious experience. Those movies flamed the geeky fires of my nerdy little heart. I was already a big sci-fi and comics fan, but that first movie was like nothing I'd ever experienced. For a long, long time, those movies were my favorites, setting the standard by which everything else was measured.

Then I saw "Phantom Menace", a movie so bad (in my opinion) that it tainted the earlier movies, almost ruining them.

Today's Sharing Day is about that kind of experience:

Have you ever loved a geeky franchise or product -- a movie or series of movies, a novel or series of novels, etc. -- only to have a subsequent installment that's so bad, it ruined the entire thing for you?

I'd love to hear if you've had an experience like that. If you respond with your own story in the comments to this post, you can (if you wish) ask me a question about whatever you like, and I'll answer honestly.

Alternatively, I'd also accept answers along the lines of some geeky thing you used to think was awesome, only to revisit it years later to discover that in fact, it blows. For instance, I used to love "The Dukes of Hazzard" TV show when I was a kid. But a few years back I tried to watch an episode and wow, was it horrific. Virtually unwatchable. It was so bad, it reached back in time to taint my feelings of joy as a child.

Random Panel: The Playboy Club hits rock bottom

(From "Fantastic Comics" number 10, 1940.)

Dollah dollah billz, y’all!

Like a giddy country girl shopping in the big city for the first time, our little Lone Wolf cub dithered long and hard at the checkout counter over which two items to add to his inventory as his reward for nabbing a would-be thief. The backpack was a no-brainer, since without it we can't carry anything else, but the second item was a matter of fierce internal debate. Rope or food, food or rope? I bet at the last minute it occurred to Kai that perhaps the rope was hemp, and if he got too hungry he could smoke it, thus causing him to stop caring.

Regardless, we bundle up our thirty feet of coiled heaven into our spiffy new backpack and head out.

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Not-so-great moments in abrupt plan changes

(From "Uncanny X-Men" number 150, ©Marvel Comics.)

More Shayme than Pryde, alas

Today I am pleased (horrified?) to give you what may be the worst costume I have ever seen. In a delicious twist of irony, it is worn by Kitty "Pryde", though after being forced to appear in public like this she probably changed that last name to "Weeping Shame". Witness the devastation, my friends:

I'll give you a moment to recover your eyesight and your sanity.

Better now? OK, off we ... wait, get that bucket in front of you, stat! Phew.

My theory is that this Kitty is actually a twisted alternate-reality love child of Sixties-Era Marvel Girl and Dazzler, whose mutant X-Factor is sartorial suckage. There's just no way an unpowered human could come up with something that bad. I mean, I'm counting eight colors in this outfit, and not one -- not one out of eight! -- is good. From the metallic gold unitard to the spoiled-tomato red to the actinic blue to the baby-vomit green, it's a non-stop chromatic assault on the eyes.

In fact, so thorough is the awfulness that I I bet those lime-green shorts are made of parachute material so the constant shush-shush sound they make with every step can irritate even the unsighted. When you go to that much effort to offend the senses, you don't want to leave anyone out.

If you can get past the ghastly colors (and if you can, you deserve a medal), you realize the actual item choices themselves are even worse. Thigh-high leg warmers? In three-color stripes? Capped by neon-yellow and blue roller skates?! That's so hideous I believe it caused a ripple in the time-space continuum, sending reverberations into the future, engendering a subconscious gag reflexive response resulting in the proliferation of leather spike-heeled thigh boots (see Frost, Emma).

So that's one positive thing to come out of this, I suppose.

And why the hell does Kitty Pryde -- whose power is to become immaterial, I remind you -- have lightning bolts streaking down her odd scoop-necked vest? Can you think of anything less stealthy than lightning bolts?

Not that she's sneaking up on anyone in that costume, of course. Insubstantial or not, I think even the walls would reject someone dressed like that from coming anywhere near them, much less passing through.

(Today's Bad Super Hero Costume comes to us by way of reader Aren, who I both thank and curse for showing it to us. The image is, of course, ©Marvel Comics. Though I bet they wish they didn't have to claim this one.)