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Post by Rob Allen on Sept 1, 2017 18:20:36 GMT -5
Here are a couple of interesting recent non-comics purchases. First, the March 1967 issue of Desert Inn News, the house organ of the Desert Inn and Stardust Hotels on the Las Vegas Strip. They were preparing for a four-week stint by Jimmy Durante. Can anyone ID the artist? On the inside front cover, there's a nice surprise - the young lady holding the bowling ball is Desert Inn showgirl Valerie Perrine, a decade before she was in the first Superman movie: At the same thrift store I bought the September 1951 issue of Daring Detective magazine, published by Fawcett.
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Post by berkley on Sept 1, 2017 21:44:14 GMT -5
Very cool to see such a young Valerie Perrine before she got into movies.
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Post by Jesse on Sept 2, 2017 16:03:20 GMT -5
Anyone else getting a "the domain name has expired" message for comicbookdb.com? Seems all the covers I've hyperlinked from their are dead.
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Post by The Captain on Sept 2, 2017 16:05:01 GMT -5
Anyone else getting a "the domain name has expired" message for comicbookdb.com? Seems all the covers I've hyperlinked from their are dead. I just linked the cover for Captain America #101 from there within the past half-hour, and I had no issues.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2017 18:00:16 GMT -5
So for a while today, it felt like Amy and I had been transported back to the 1950s. On the way to the our lcs 10th anniversary event, we stopped at this little hole in the wall type restaurant in the small town nearby that a friend of ours had recommended for breakfast. So we walk in and it's filled with vintage advertising signs and empty product containers (there was oddly about 100 empty cans of lard with 50s packaging hanging from the ceiling, vintage glass Coke bottles everywhere etc. Then the waitress tells us they don't take credit or debit cards, it's cash only. Of course we got there at 10:50, and breakfast ends promptly at 10:45, so no breakfast, lunch only (the restaurant is only open to 3 but they can't serve breakfast past 10:45 for some reason). Then we're seated and I wind up having a stuffed bobcat (not a toy stuffed animal, a taxidermy special stuffed animal) looking over my shoulder from the shelf above me, mounted antlers across from me and a shellacked turtle shell under the bobcat. Across the room is a petrified wasp or hornet's nest displayed on the table with a circumference of about 3 feet, over which watches another stuffed bobcat. The restaurant is a 2 person operation. One waitress, one woman cooking. Of course she cooks one ticket at a time, not starting the next order until the previous one is done and up for the waitress to take, so it takes 40 minutes for us to get Amy's cheeseburger, an order of fries and a pork tenderloin, and to top it all off, every order that came up between the time we sat down and the time we got food was breakfast food (they serve breakfast after 10:45 apparently as long as you order it by 10:45...
During that 45 minutes, a number of potential customers walked out because either a) they didn't have cash on them and couldn't use a card, or b) were coming for a late weekend breakfast and couldn't get it. But everything in that place felt out of place with the modern world; it was like we drove into the Twilight Zone when we pulled into the parking lot. The food was decent and the prices were pretty good, but all the local farm and small town folk kept giving us the evil eye as we sat there and would give the fake smile and say something akin to howdy and nod before looking away and whispering to each other and then back to the evil eye. This was after all conversation in the place just stopped and everyone turned to look at us when we opened the door to enter, and then resumed after they all watched us walk across the restaurant to take a seat. It was all very surreal. And the most ironic thing is the the next town over, where the lcs is (Yellow Springs home of Dave Chappelle) is a college town that is ultra-progressive/hipster/modern and so completely opposite of that xenophobic 50s small town Americana vibe we got at the restaurant. I half expected to see a camera and some director calling cut as they were filming some weird period piece horror tv show. Just an odd experience overall.
-M
PS oh yeah, the piece de resistance to the decor was the small vintage hand crank meat grinder hanging on the wall next to my face at the table where we were sitting. I kept thinking how long it would take and how much work it would be for the proprietor to use to grind up someone my size, but it would supply them with burgers for a while.
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Post by Slam_Bradley on Sept 2, 2017 18:25:54 GMT -5
There's a fish and chips place in town that's a bit like that, minus the kitschy decor. They are open Tuesday-Saturday, but on Tues-Thurs it is only lunch hours. They don't take credit cards, but they will still take a check. It's usually just the husband and wife owners. They retired from Alaska and started the place and they put out great food...at their leisure and their pace. The owner knows to throw on a double order of breaded clams when we walk in the door.
So good for them.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 1:48:54 GMT -5
Funny VIDEO Clips of all SUPERHEROES
A dear friend of mine sent me this clip via email a few minutes ago.
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Post by Cei-U! on Sept 3, 2017 6:29:03 GMT -5
There's a fish and chips place in town that's a bit like that, minus the kitschy decor. They are open Tuesday-Saturday, but on Tues-Thurs it is only lunch hours. They don't take credit cards, but they will still take a check. It's usually just the husband and wife owners. They retired from Alaska and started the place and they put out great food...at their leisure and their pace. The owner knows to throw on a double order of breaded clams when we walk in the door. So good for them. I, of course, read this at first as "a double order of bearded clams." Cei-U! I have no shame!
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Post by Spike-X on Sept 3, 2017 6:38:14 GMT -5
There's a fish and chips place in town that's a bit like that, minus the kitschy decor. They are open Tuesday-Saturday, but on Tues-Thurs it is only lunch hours. They don't take credit cards, but they will still take a check. It's usually just the husband and wife owners. They retired from Alaska and started the place and they put out great food...at their leisure and their pace. The owner knows to throw on a double order of breaded clams when we walk in the door. So good for them. I, of course, read this at first as "a double order of bearded clams." Cei-U! I have no shame! It's not that kind of place! Unless you know the secret code phrase.
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Post by Icctrombone on Sept 3, 2017 7:18:56 GMT -5
So for a while today, it felt like Amy and I had been transported back to the 1950s. On the way to the our lcs 10th anniversary event, we stopped at this little hole in the wall type restaurant in the small town nearby that a friend of ours had recommended for breakfast. So we walk in and it's filled with vintage advertising signs and empty product containers (there was oddly about 100 empty cans of lard with 50s packaging hanging from the ceiling, vintage glass Coke bottles everywhere etc. Then the waitress tells us they don't take credit or debit cards, it's cash only. Of course we got there at 10:50, and breakfast ends promptly at 10:45, so no breakfast, lunch only (the restaurant is only open to 3 but they can't serve breakfast past 10:45 for some reason). Then we're seated and I wind up having a stuffed bobcat (not a toy stuffed animal, a taxidermy special stuffed animal) looking over my shoulder from the shelf above me, mounted antlers across from me and a shellacked turtle shell under the bobcat. Across the room is a petrified wasp or hornet's nest displayed on the table with a circumference of about 3 feet, over which watches another stuffed bobcat. The restaurant is a 2 person operation. One waitress, one woman cooking. Of course she cooks one ticket at a time, not starting the next order until the previous one is done and up for the waitress to take, so it takes 40 minutes for us to get Amy's cheeseburger, an order of fries and a pork tenderloin, and to top it all off, every order that came up between the time we sat down and the time we got food was breakfast food (they serve breakfast after 10:45 apparently as long as you order it by 10:45... During that 45 minutes, a number of potential customers walked out because either a) they didn't have cash on them and couldn't use a card, or b) were coming for a late weekend breakfast and couldn't get it. But everything in that place felt out of place with the modern world; it was like we drove into the Twilight Zone when we pulled into the parking lot. The food was decent and the prices were pretty good, but all the local farm and small town folk kept giving us the evil eye as we sat there and would give the fake smile and say something akin to howdy and nod before looking away and whispering to each other and then back to the evil eye. This was after all conversation in the place just stopped and everyone turned to look at us when we opened the door to enter, and then resumed after they all watched us walk across the restaurant to take a seat. It was all very surreal. And the most ironic thing is the the next town over, where the lcs is (Yellow Springs home of Dave Chappelle) is a college town that is ultra-progressive/hipster/modern and so completely opposite of that xenophobic 50s small town Americana vibe we got at the restaurant. I half expected to see a camera and some director calling cut as they were filming some weird period piece horror tv show. Just an odd experience overall. -M PS oh yeah, the piece de resistance to the decor was the small vintage hand crank meat grinder hanging on the wall next to my face at the table where we were sitting. I kept thinking how long it would take and how much work it would be for the proprietor to use to grind up someone my size, but it would supply them with burgers for a while. Sounds charming but I wonder what would the reaction be if a person of color sat down for food. It makes me sad to type that...
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Post by The Captain on Sept 3, 2017 7:38:36 GMT -5
Going to be an interesting week for me. My wife left at 6:30 this morning to go on a weeklong mission trip to Eureka, Missouri to rebuild some houses that were damaged by flooding the past couple of years.
As such, I will be in charge of my daughters by myself all week for the first time ever. We have a really busy week, with band practices, church programs, and open house for school, all of which I am solely repsonsible for getting us to and fro. It's going to be a challenge, as my wife and I split the running around with the girls in the eve ings, but I'm looking forward to showing that I am just as capable of running the household alone as my wife has done before when I've been on mission trips or away for work.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 8:02:09 GMT -5
So for a while today, it felt like Amy and I had been transported back to the 1950s. On the way to the our lcs 10th anniversary event, we stopped at this little hole in the wall type restaurant in the small town nearby that a friend of ours had recommended for breakfast. So we walk in and it's filled with vintage advertising signs and empty product containers (there was oddly about 100 empty cans of lard with 50s packaging hanging from the ceiling, vintage glass Coke bottles everywhere etc. Then the waitress tells us they don't take credit or debit cards, it's cash only. Of course we got there at 10:50, and breakfast ends promptly at 10:45, so no breakfast, lunch only (the restaurant is only open to 3 but they can't serve breakfast past 10:45 for some reason). Then we're seated and I wind up having a stuffed bobcat (not a toy stuffed animal, a taxidermy special stuffed animal) looking over my shoulder from the shelf above me, mounted antlers across from me and a shellacked turtle shell under the bobcat. Across the room is a petrified wasp or hornet's nest displayed on the table with a circumference of about 3 feet, over which watches another stuffed bobcat. The restaurant is a 2 person operation. One waitress, one woman cooking. Of course she cooks one ticket at a time, not starting the next order until the previous one is done and up for the waitress to take, so it takes 40 minutes for us to get Amy's cheeseburger, an order of fries and a pork tenderloin, and to top it all off, every order that came up between the time we sat down and the time we got food was breakfast food (they serve breakfast after 10:45 apparently as long as you order it by 10:45... During that 45 minutes, a number of potential customers walked out because either a) they didn't have cash on them and couldn't use a card, or b) were coming for a late weekend breakfast and couldn't get it. But everything in that place felt out of place with the modern world; it was like we drove into the Twilight Zone when we pulled into the parking lot. The food was decent and the prices were pretty good, but all the local farm and small town folk kept giving us the evil eye as we sat there and would give the fake smile and say something akin to howdy and nod before looking away and whispering to each other and then back to the evil eye. This was after all conversation in the place just stopped and everyone turned to look at us when we opened the door to enter, and then resumed after they all watched us walk across the restaurant to take a seat. It was all very surreal. And the most ironic thing is the the next town over, where the lcs is (Yellow Springs home of Dave Chappelle) is a college town that is ultra-progressive/hipster/modern and so completely opposite of that xenophobic 50s small town Americana vibe we got at the restaurant. I half expected to see a camera and some director calling cut as they were filming some weird period piece horror tv show. Just an odd experience overall. -M PS oh yeah, the piece de resistance to the decor was the small vintage hand crank meat grinder hanging on the wall next to my face at the table where we were sitting. I kept thinking how long it would take and how much work it would be for the proprietor to use to grind up someone my size, but it would supply them with burgers for a while. Sounds charming but I wonder what would the reaction be if a person of color sat down for food. It makes me sad to type that... There was actually a mixed couple at the table next to where we sat down, but they both appeared to be locals and weren't getting the stink eye like we were...in fact they were some of the folks giving us the stink eye... -M
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Post by Icctrombone on Sept 3, 2017 8:24:58 GMT -5
Sounds charming but I wonder what would the reaction be if a person of color sat down for food. It makes me sad to type that... There was actually a mixed couple at the table next to where we sat down, but they both appeared to be locals and weren't getting the stink eye like we were...in fact they were some of the folks giving us the stink eye... -M Hahaha. You WERE in the twighlight Zone!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 8:25:01 GMT -5
The crew at my lcs (Super Fly Comics and Games, Yellow Springs, OH) in the aftermath of their 10th anniversary celebration yesterday. Tony (in the front) and Jared the dude on the right) are the guys who run the shop, the rest are some of the performers who did the live shows at the shop yesterday and some of the regulars form the shop. A crazy bunch to be sure, but they make the comic experience at the shop a good one. -M
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 8:35:49 GMT -5
More from the celebration day... Exterior of the shop at nightfall... Live Hip Hop in the shop... view of the right half of the shop from the counter...(that's my friend Kevin form Twilight Star drinking the coffee inthe center) the left half of the shop form the counter... Dirk Manning with the shop crew... My friend Gary from Twilight Star and Tony behind the counter during the sale... as much as I rail about the problems of the Diamond monopoly and the direct market, if you have a good shop support them and give them a shout out. There are too few good shops out there. -M
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