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Wednesday, September 23, 2015


New York City!  We had arrived on vacation!  However, no one told me that New York City in September would be 30 degrees.  You know it is bad when it is 8:00 am and you are already sweating.  By noon, my wife and I had trekked out onto the Brooklyn Bridge, elbowing past tourists and narrowly avoiding getting run over by bicyclists commuting into Manhattan.  Every picture I have ever seen of the Brooklyn Bridge is peaceful and majestic.  However, in real life it is joggers, tourists, selfie sticks and people on bicycles screaming past going about 100 km/h.

In addition to the raging, loud traffic below, there are two lanes on the Brooklyn Bridge—one for people walking, and one for cyclists.  Sounds easy enough, except that every tourist group that I saw had a "Grandma", and she wanted pictures!  More pictures dammit!  So Grandma from the old country would gather up the family in the regular walking lane, and then she would step out into the bike lane to take the picture.  In the line of fire, of course, Grandma needs between 10 minutes and 2 days to actually work the iPad.  Push the button to take the picture.  Push the button. Push the button Grandma!  The iPad only has one button.  Meanwhile, a comet bicycle is fast approaching, a cyclist on a 10-speed screaming "BIKE LANE!! BIKE LANE!!"  Whoosh and then there was much cursing and good times. 

After the Brooklyn Bridge, we slowly trudged the Bataan Death March into Manhattan, hopefully someday to see the World Trade Center, which is only a few short 30 blocks or so.  The blocks on Google Maps are super tiny, they are like only an inch long!  The city blocks are much, much longer in person. Curse you Google Maps, and your false advertising.  It doesn't help that the World Trade Center is about 4 miles high, so it looks like it is "right there"!  An hour later, after hiking in the hot sun... it is "right there"!

Everything in NYC is within walking distance.  It's right there!

In order to not die from dehydration, I pulled my limp little raisin legs into the Midtown McDonald's.  Even in New York City, a Coke with unlimited refills is like 99 cents.  Beautiful.  Enjoying the air conditioning and the smell of deep-fried... something... I started to feel better.  My bladder is the size of a grain of sand so within 10 minutes I ran off to use the public restroom.

Public restroom.  If the sight of those words make you start to gag, you are obviously a world traveler.  I figured as bad as a bathroom in Manhattan could be, someone has to come along and clean it, right?  Right?  Eventually?  There was a line up to use the men's washroom.  The door was locked, and then a nice elderly gentleman was ahead of me.

"Dammit, whaz takin' so long..." the elderly man was muttering.  I shrugged.
"Good Lawd, hurry the fuzz up..." I shrugged.

Finally the door opened.  Out stepped Jeffrey Dahmer.
Well, he looked like Dahmer anyway.  Like... exactly like Dahmer.  The hair, the glasses, the dead eyes... it was more than a little disconcerting.  Dahmer walked past me.

"There's a bit of a mess in there," Dahmer quietly said as he passed me.
Good Lord.  It was like Silence of the Lambs except more gross than being a cannibal.
I left you some fava beans in stall #3, Clarice.  Slurp slurp! 

Dahmer slinked away into the restaurant and the elderly man opened the door.  He recoiled at first and then pushed ahead.  As the door slowly closed, I could hear "Awwwww HELL NO."

Click.  Now there was only one. 

I bolted back to the table, frightened and confused.  Would the elderly man be OK?  Even worse—would I have to identify his body?  I sat and waited.  Minutes passed.  More fine McDonald's Coca-Cola was consumed.  Suddenly I saw the elderly man.  He and his wife were leaving the restaurant—although I couldn't hear him, he appeared angry and agitated, arms flailing.  The wife looked disgusted.  I am pretty sure I knew why.  Oh Jeffrey Dahmer, you lovable rascal, what did you do?

Well now I had to see.  I wasn't going to just leave and spend the rest of my life wondering just how dark humanity could be.  I walked back to the bathroom and there was no lineup.  I slowly approached the door.  It was like the final scene of the movie Seven
 What's in the box? What's in the box? Also, don't go in the bathroom Brad Pitt!

I slowly opened the swinging door.

The sight was so horrific, I began to question actual physics.  I wasn't even mad that I couldn't use the bathroom.  I was simply trying to process what I was seeing.

The toilet seat was covered in poop, but that much we were all expecting I think at this point.  Nothing new there.  What really moves this into the realm of "amazing"?  I scanned the room, my eyes wide like the astronaut during the final minutes of 2001: A Space Odyssey

My God... It's full of stars... or possibly Glossette raisins, I am not sure.

Question: how could human waste be on the wall at shoulder height?  How was that possible?  Is there a Neil Degrasse Tyson of bathrooms, someone to walk me through how such a thing can happen?  

In a related question:  how can someone spray two walls?  TWO?  Was there a turn involved halfway through he maneuver?  Maybe it was like a figure skater trying a new move?  This was the triple lutz of pooping apparently.

I ran away and told my wife we had to leave—NOW.  I was worried that someone was going to see ME coming out of the bathroom and think that I did that.  It wasn't me!  Honest!  I didn't need to get arrested, detained, deported, or—the worst possible punishment I could think of—made to clean it up.  No thank you very much, I grabbed my 99 cent Coke and burst out into the sunny Manhattan afternoon.  The adrenaline was pumping, we were on the move, and it was only 45 more blocks to the World Trade Center. 

Monday, September 21, 2015

How to See Amazing Fantasy #15 at the Library of Congress

I had a great vacation in Washington D.C. and was able to view the original artwork for Amazing Fantasy #15.  Here is the process that I went through and wanted to document it in case you are interested in seeing it for yourself.  I hope this helps!

The Library of Congress is located in beautiful Washington, D.C.  Don't get this confused with the many great free museums in DC.  The museums fall under the "Smithsonian" banner, so if you are a museum person and you want to wander around air conditioned museums, google "Smithsonian Washington".  I checked out the Museum of American History and also the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum.  I had a great time at both.   

However, if you want to see the comic book art, that is located in the Library of Congress.

A few years ago, an anonymous donor handed over to the Library of Congress the original artwork that Stan Lee wrote and Steve Ditko drew for Amazing Fantasy #15 (1962) which is the first appearance of Spider-Man.  This artwork is not on permanent public display, although pages will go out to various exhibitions on occasion.  However,  you can request to see it.  I wanted to document the process and hopefully this helps if you are looking to check it out in the Washington D.C. area.

The cover was not donated, but you can request
 to see the original interior artwork.

Amazing Fantasy #15 is housed in the Library of Congress Prints & Photographs division.

Request an Appointment
You can email the librarian and ask to set up an appointment to view it.  Go to the Library of Congress Prints & Photographs division (click the above link) and find the "contact us" link.  They are very busy (they have hundreds of thousands of items) so make sure to request your appointment well in advance (like weeks in advance if you can).  I talked with the librarians there and they mentioned that Amazing Fantasy #15 is one of the more requested pieces, so they will know what you are requesting.

Splash page.  I requested to view the original artwork.

Go To the Madison Building

Once you have an appointment, go to the building next to the Library of Congress, called the Madison Building. 

Go Through Security
Hopefully this is common knowledge, but there is a security screen similar to airports to get into the building.  It is fun watching people pull out four pounds of change, belt buckles, swords, chunks of uranium or whatever else people seem to be carrying around with them while in D.C. 

Get A Reader Identification Card
Head to room 140 in the Madison Building.  Make sure to bring government ID like a passport or driver's license.  It is very quick to get a card (you fill out a form online and then they take your picture and give you the card within a few minutes).

Go to the Reading Room
Show up at your designated appointment time and sign in.  They will pull the item(s) and sit with you while you view them. 

Sign The Waiver & Enjoy!
The librarians could not have been more pleasant and helpful.  They take great pride in their job and are happy to see people excited to see something cool and so historically important to the world of comic books!

I stayed for about 15-20 minutes (and quite enjoyed talking with the librarian, she has a very interesting job) while I took some photos.  The pages are in mylar and of course no one is taking them out of the protective sleeve.  There is some white out on the pages and liner notes.  So cool!

A big thank you to the Library of Congress librarians for helping make my trip to Washington D.C. so great!

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Creepy Comic Book Ads

One of the best parts about reading old comic books are the advertisements.  I dug out an old Batman comic from the 1970s and was thoroughly enjoying the Dark Knight beating up some bad guys, but I have to say, I had forgotten about x-ray glasses and practical joke kits.  As a kid, I thought these were awesome!  As an adult... they are kind of weird and creepy.  Which make them entertaining for entirely different reasons. 

Creepy ads on the left, Batman on the right.  Perfect.


Hey parents!  If you think Superman and Batman are warping the minds of youngsters... check out the ad for counterfeit money printing.  Here we have what looks to be a completely-legitimate printing press that churns out legal tender.  Don't ask why the company is selling this state-of-the-art machine for $1.25, and why the business can't just print their own $1.25 is beyond me.  I guess that's why I am not running a successful mail-order business—but hey, their loss is little Johnny's gain. 

Secret Spy Scope

Ha ha, little Ritchie is growing up and learning about birds, bees and the right to privacy!  Hey, if the girl next door is sitting in her own backyard and trying to live her life, she is pretty much asking for trouble.  That is the type of message that buyers of the Secret Spy Scope are thinking as they wait for the mailman, patiently hoping that the federal government will drop off the device needed to look at boobies before the invention of the internet and cable TV. 

Skin Head Wig

My only complaint about this product is the marketing.  That is the best name that you can come up with, only 30 years after the end of World War II and right after the American Civil Rights marches?  

Raquel Welch Pillow

How does a kid ask his parents for this for Christmas?  I was going to take a better picture of the words in the ad, but then again, what's the point—if a teenage boy is buying a Raquel Welch pillow, I am pretty sure we all know why.  The most disturbing part of this is the part of the ad that says "Keep her for yourself or show her to your friends—liven up a party..."  Hey there Reggie, thank you so much for bringing the pillow to the house party!  Tell you what: let's throw it in the fire pit before any of our guests come into contact with it.