Today marks my 40th of your "Earth years," and I'm pretty hyped about it. A big, meaty meal and The Wolfman are on the horizon, and the coming year (and years following that) promise to be full of Adventure and Interesting Things. I know middle-age is supposed to be some sort of soul-crushing mill stone rather than milestone, but I'm excited about the promise the Big 4-Oh will bring.
It's also possible I've finally snapped.
Either way, I'm glad I was around and more or less paying attention when the intoxicating scent of the Silver/Bronze Age gumbo was a-bubblin', because, brother, if that doesn't make you a comic book fan, nothing will.
I mean, check out what was on the stands in 1970:
Young Love!
All-Star Western!
Mutha-f'n Conan the Barbarian!
Astonishing Tales!
And of course, probably a personal favorite also debuted that year — witness the birth of:
Jack Kirby's Fourth World!
You know what that means? That's right; me and this guy are the same age:
Truly, the voice of a generation.
7 comments:
Yes, but are you the Rock and the Chain and the Lightning? Are you our New God now and forever?
H-B, Maxo! That's an amazing assortment of cool-ass comics!
Scott: YES.
But in all honesty, Darkseid has aged better than I have.
Rob: Believe it or not, the Young Love cover is my favorite!
Again, happy birthday.
By the way, you're older than Swamp Thing.
Hope you had a splendid birthday but . . . Pow Wow Smith, too stupid to live!
And what WAS Melanie Winters' secret? Baron Winters cross dressing?
A good year by all accounts. Your birth gave rise to the Bronze Age of comics.
I just done watched Dirty Harry (1971) this morning. You know, because I should only watch films as old as I am.
Patrick: ARGH.
Mart: I don't know, but she's rocking those boots! Actually, it occurs to me that for a girl running blindly on a desperate trip, 20 miles isn't really very far.
Siskoid: Is it any wonder we turned out the way we did? I really feel lucky to have been the right age at the right time to just sort of soak in this golden age of pop culture.
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