Flash! Dateline, Pittsburgh. October 22, 1926.  Harry Greb, The Human Windmill, died tonight after an operation to correct his smashed nose.  Greb, the dirtiest fighter of the modern era, clocked in at 298 fights before his untimely death.    The only man ever to defeat, and I do mean defeat, Gene Tunney.  When they were supposed to shake hands at the beginning of the fight Greb punched Gene, hard, in the nose.  The fight went downhill from there, at least from Tunney's viewpoint.  Gene thrashed him four times after that. Harry would bring two ladies into his dressing room before the fight and entertain both of them, sometimes with seconds to go.  So much for the theory of abstinence and athletic performance. Mickey Walker, my Man!  The Toy Bulldog.  His fight with Greb is one of the best stories boxing has to offer.   https://www.boxingnews24.com/2012/01/famous-ring-wars-harry-greb-vs-mickey-walker/ ...

Archer, Emissary of the Gorgonites. "Greetings, Allennowshutup".   This beautiful cat creature is from the '98 movie, Small Soldiers, which I saw while stranded in Las Cruces with a busted radiator in my jeep.  I hiked across some excellent desert into town to watch this.  I think the movie was weak but with exceptional acting and voice work.  Archer is voiced by Frank Langella, and was designed by Stan Winston. "There shall be no mercy". Farewell, Gorgonites.  May you find your home. (This spectacular ship is being auctioned on the site Prop Store.  They are asking two grand for it.  Seems well worth it to me.  The State Bar in Dallas had the advertising blimp from Blade Runner over the bottle display).

After a brisk workout, I went home with my friend Greg, who wanted to show me his place.  It was just awesome.  The view from the windows of the Laguna Madre, the lovely things in his apartment.  I stretched my powerful, golden legs and quivered my tail in delight.  Greg and I split a joint and a bottle of decent Cabernet.  One of the songs I remember after the poppers came out was "Dead Egyptian Blues". "A little dried up Maui Wow'wie all crumbled in a bong, A letter from my honey that says I'll love you kid, so long"! Michael Smith, "Dead Egyptian Blues", the best folk song ever.  Well done, Mr. Smith.

And that would be as a captive audience, as Billy prefers the soliloquy as his preferred method of communication. Yes, this is static and pointless.  I enjoy drawing, and am kinda locked into this whole anthro thing.  When I sit down to draw, I have an hour to produce something.  This is why projects that require some kind of studio set-up and (ahem)! self discipline tend to run aground here.  I have a large siege of Constantinople that I started three years ago and it is nowhere near finished.  Also, I cannot scan anything bigger than typing paper.   And I admire comic art above all forms of art, except electric guitar wizardry.  This stuff? These are the fantasies of a man/boy who wasted his youth and is being forced to walk the plank of time. Aaargh, me hearties!

Gort, with Michael Rennie standing to his right.  Gort was played by Lock Martin, who was between 7 foot one and seven foot seven.  He was the doorman at Grauman's Chinese Theater, and later had a TV show as "The Gentle Giant".  He was not very strong and had trouble with the Gort suit. He was certainly very tall. Joseph Lockard Martin, Jr.  1916-1959.  Lock and Spike Jones.  Fair sailing, Tall Boy!

When I was a kid, and doing my first Golden Glove match, I admired Jack Dempsey above all.  How foolish.  I should never have tried to model myself on the best, no sir.  The man I should have been impressed by was this guy, Tony Galento. "Two Ton Tony", 5 foot 9, 250 lbs, was probably one of the worst of the best contenders.  No defense, known for getting into the ring after an all day beer orgy, refused to work out, but damn near K.O. 'd  Joe Louis during his bum of the month tour. But Louis was knocked down by a number of guys who should not have been able too, Max Schmeling comes to mind.  Billy Conn, Light Heavyweight champ. won the fight against him and all he had to do was finish the fifteenth round and the title was his.  But he went for the knockout, and Boom Boom, Baby! Louis acting on programmed reflexes knocked him out.  Joe Louis was one of the greats, but his mental problems and mobbed up management doomed hi...

Disney decided not to sue over this, because they wisely decided that it was best to let it lie.  When someone like Wally Wood attacks you, the best action is inaction.  But this brought the full corporate wrath down on the perps, and with good reason: Deliberate provocation and the creators, some of the very best in the comic business, should have known better.  I guess they did not care. This story is far too well known for me to go on about it here.  But as funny as this is, and as talented as these artists were and are, they were in the wrong.  I think that this cover is by the amazing Bobby London, and he does work for Disney now.   The original Big Little Book illustration. Myself, I have learned to be careful what I wish for! The amazing Bobby London, Air Pirate extraordinaire. Jock Lindsey, Raiders of the Lost Ark. The back of his shirt has "Air Pirates" printed on it, but I ...