I've been going through some comic books that had been stacked up on my bureau for a long time. Alphabetizing, bagging and boarding, putting into a long box, if you're a comic book guy or gal, you know the drill. It's one of those things I've been meaning...even been wanting...to do for some time. And, as you know, there's a bit more of that lately. Not so much as you'd think for me, since I have two adult autistic children with me all day every day (and four nights to boot), but even so, there are a few extra moments here and there.
And it's kind of fun encountering books that I haven't thought about for months...sometimes years. (Yeah, I know. So sue me. Housework is not my specialty.) A lot of the time I'll think, "I'd like to read this one again." And sometimes I think, "Did I ever read this?" And so on. But when I saw this one...
...my first thought was, "What the fuck does that say?" It just looked like a splotch of something to me. My second thought was, "That has got to be the. Worst. Logo. Ever." Why would anyone in their right mind think that that was a good idea?
So of course I had to share.
BTW...Charlton Comics. Oh, yeah. I always thought of them as a slightly disreputable company. The kind of comic book folks who ripped off other companies for their ideas, then hired second or third rate talent to create their books. Which really isn't true at all. In fact, they had some great people working for them. I mean...Dennis O'Neil, Steve Skeates, Dick Giordano. Steve Ditko. Lots of others. And without The Question, we wouldn't even have The Watchmen. So hey, a toast to Charlton Comics.
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