“Another time, Jack took a call. A voice on the other end said, ‘There are three of us down here in the lobby. We want to see the guy who does this disgusting comic book and show him what real Nazis would do to his Captain America’. To the horror of others in the office, Kirby rolled up his sleeves and headed downstairs. The callers, however, were gone by the time he arrived.”—Mark Evanier, Kirby: King of Comics (via dawgriguez)
“Pet peeve time: for the contingent out there who sneer at heroes like Superman and Wonder Woman and Captain America, those icons who still, at their core, represent selfless sacrifice for the greater good, and who justify their contempt by saying, oh, it’s so unrealistic, no one would ever be so noble… grow up. Seriously. Cynicism is not maturity, do not mistake the one for the other. If you truly cannot accept a story where someone does the right thing because it’s the right thing to do, that says far more about who you are than these characters.”—
Today is the birthday of comics journalist and documented best friend of Batman, Chris Sims. I wasn’t able to get a Black Mercy to ship on time, so instead I wrote him a song.
To the tune of “John Brown’s Body” (aka “Battle Hymn of the Republic”):
Mine eyes have dared to gaze upon the glory of Chris Sims!
He has tamed the comics Internet to cater to his whims;
He’s decking out the Batmobile with Twilight Sparkle rims;
His soul is marching on!
Brony, brony, hallelujah!
The Glory Boat is coming to ya!
Juicy Fruit is gonna move ya!
Chris Sims is marching on!
Batman, Archie, Punisher, Ric Flair and Pikachu;
The casts of Bring It On and Glee and that new Scooby-Doo;
The double-double, pinup girls and WFMU;
These are some things he likes!
He thinks that using mustard’s how you make good barbecue;
He thinks that South Carolina is the one Carolina true;
He thinks that Aquaman is lame and Simon Williams too;
Opinions marching on!
He commands War Rocket with his minions Matt and Euge;
He scripts the Awesome Hospital with skill and talent huge;
But when he writes for CA, he’s just Laura Hudson’s stooge,
One day when that trump shall sound and we shall meet our lot,
And St Peter at the gate will say if we were good or not,
He’ll look ol’ Chris Sims up and down and tell him, “You forgot…!”
His soul will still march on!