Since Typo brought up lingual shifts yesterday, I thought this was a good time to visit Gay City.

All right, all right. I always think it’s a good time to visit Gay City.

-Site Admin Matt

Superman #7 Features what May be the Greatest Story of All Time. Why?

Because it’s set in Gay City.

What do we know about Gay City?

Well, we know that there’s a strange malady that seems incurable.

We also know that it’s no place for a woman.

Superman’s excited. Wonder why?

Ah. Up for a wee bit of R&R I suppose.

I wonder if he’s a top or a bottom…

Tex Thomson, aka Mr. America, already has one of the most interesting ways of entering a room (he throws a red, white, and blue feather into the room, then once someone notices it –which likely takes quite a bit – he whistles Yankee Doodle. Really.), he also had what may be the most pimped out ride of the Golden Age.
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Site Admin Matt has returned to bring you more of the best from Typo’s nearly five year blog history! I jumped up to April 2008 for this one. It made me LOL, and I don’t usually LOL.

I just love how that Indian/Aztec guy (Is that what he’s supposed to be?) is looking right at the audience, as if to say, “I know, I know. Look, it’s a paycheck. Humor them.”

If you do not know of the joy that is “Roy Raymond, TV Detective”, then you have my pity. Roy was a supposed genius who ran a “Believe it or Not!” type TV show called “Impossible… But True!”. The basic gist is that someone would always try some sort of obviously faked scam and Roy, because he was the Smartest Man Ever, would then debunk it. Occasionally even his own cast and crew would try to pull a fast one on him.

I chose to see Roy not as a brilliant man, but a man of average intelligence stuck in a world of highly credulous idiots, particularly his girl-friday/love interest Karen.

By way of example…

“Yes Karen, that’s the amazing part. Not that a parrot can form full sentences at all, or that it can complete math equations, or even that it can somehow hold a stick of chalk in its wings despite a complete and utter lack of any kind of prehensile grip. That’s nothing. The amazing think is that it ’speaks so well’. Why do I even keep your bigoted ass around?”

Hey everybody, Site Admin Matt here. Today’s entry, originally posted in July 2007, is–I think–the first to mention the Magical, Mystical, Confusing World of Magnetism.

By the way, it’s been nearly 2½ years since the last X-Men post. Weird.

From THE X-MEN #18:

Um, yeah, that’s not what a “magnetic personality” means, Stan.

Why’s it even called a Gravity Rod, anyway?
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This was just one of those “wait, what” moments.

They’re delivering cheese for mouse traps, to a mouse trap factory. Which makes that whole dialogue seem odd as heck. Firstly, why do mouse traps need fresh cheese? If anything, it makes more sense for them to be a bit aged so they have a stronger smell. Secondly, is half an hour going to make such a huge difference? Especially when one considers that this is just the point of origin for the traps, and they’ll be sitting on shelves somewhere? Finally, whoever heard of a mouse trap that came with bait?

Actually, there’s one other final thought – I think too much.

Carter Hall takes a trip that raises one of my pet peeves with flying heroes:
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Witness the high-tech wonder that is Superman’s “Krypto-Ray-Gun”
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Ah, All Star Comics #3 – you may be my favorite recent read. You’ve given me so much.
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You know, for a mystic sort, Doctor Fate does a lotta science type talkin’

Radio waves… triangulation… leaving them to rust… where’s my hocus pocus? He even uses magnetism in a proper way!