I love this origin of the Zamarons.

So let me get this straight… Oan men only had sex for procreation. They “evolved past” the need for sexual pleasure. Oan women, however, are clearly un-evolved, because they still want to get it on.

Whoever thought that up didn’t have issues.

He had volumes.

Man, the League are a bunch of arrogant bastards.

“Worship us puny mortals! Worship us!”
“Gosh, I hope the world keeps getting attacked by evil aliens. Otherwise I might get bored.”

What I love is how the league is saying all this in public.

“We care not what you think, mortals. Bow down to your new metahuman overlords.”

Dan Quayle wasn’t to blame:

He learned how to spell from comic books.

Sorry about that, but I have to Upload some files before I can go further and they’re at another location

Some Batman villains are scary. Some are silly.

Some are so silly it’s scary.

No, I don’t mean Killer Moth. I mean the fact that he’s shirtless.

Hold me.

Hmmm.

Sadly, the next panel does not feature Superman getting kicked in the nuts.

I was right, the “Alfred writes stories where Batman Marries Kathy and Their Son Becomes Robin” shtick comes way, way after yesterday’s Batman II story.

Once again though, Dick gets shafted (no pun intended) in the costume department.

Question: Where does Robin II get his red hair from? I think Kathy has some explaining to do….

If you have never read any of the classic “Batman II” stories, you are missing out. Generally, they were framed as a sort of “fanfic” written by Alfred. The general plot was that Batman married Kathy “Batwoman” Kane, became old and gray, and then Dick became Batman II, with Bruce Wayne Jr as Robin II. They would get in some adventure, and then Bruce and Kathy would come out of retirement to save their skins. Basically, they sucked.

Batman #66 features a similar story, although I think this actually pre-dates the formula mentioned above. In this one, it’s a dream of Dick’s, wherein it is he, not Bruce, who marries and has a son.

I’m clipping the entire opening sequence, for many reasons.

For starters, you have to love the lack of imagination in naming Dick’s kid. The guy’s got a dead father, y’know. I also just love the idea of Dick in a Batman costume with an R on it. Poor Dick. He’s had such bad “all grown up” costumes.

Finally, how utterly awesome is the idea of a masked police commissioner? Of the United Nations no less?

Dear G-d, I love comics.

…now:

Flash has it bad.

For some reason, this struck me as the perfect post for today. 10 years ago on this date, my then girlfriend foolishly conscented to my own special feelings and agreed to be my bride.

Ten years and no fatalities. That’s something.

I miss the good old days, when superheroes got their powers from ingesting strange drugs.

Nothing says crime-buster like ingesting strange chemicals. So much more so than mystic scarabs.

Although the recently ended new Blue Beetle was one of the best dang comics DC’s put out in some time