Mmm cupcakes

The Gnome saw today’s comic and immediately started plotting what flavor of cupcakes she would make for each of the 3600 sectors. Of course, she’s decreed that each sector has to have a different flavor. I like this idea and need to cultivate these feelings. If I can convince her to make even a quarter of these different flavors, I can die a happy man. I’d be a very very fat man, but I’d still be a happy man.

I was a bad boy the past couple of weeks about keeping my comics organized. Basically, I got overwhelmed by mass of comics we got when we ordered our grab bag and quit filing them properly. Granted, this wasn’t such a disaster as it would be for Kris to quit filing his comics but it quickly got to be a mess. I finally got around to organizing them, which means I caught up reading everything that I owned. Of course, I immediately went and raided Kris’s stash when I was hanging out with him this weekend.

Kris sent me home with Jerry Ordway’s Power of Shazam, which is essentially the modern day retelling of Captain Marvel’s origin story. I’m sure that there is a little bit of modernization in the story, but it struck me how really depressing the story is. Yes, it’s a tale of a child’s greatest wish - that he gets to be a superhero, but at the same time both of Billy’s parents were murdered for the privilege and he’s living on the streets. It’s less a story about a child’s wish fulfillment and more about a child’s escapism from the horrors of reality. I somehow doubt that this was how it was presented in the original 1940’s comics, but it’s definitely something worth investigating. If it was, it’s definitely a darker theme then I would ever expect from the Golden Age of comics.