What Would Comic Book Villains Do? (WWCBVD?) Week 6

It is time yet again to delve into the dark underbelly of the caped and cowled super beings.  Yes, the terrible world of the super-villain.  In order to better understand their evil order we will pose simple moral questions to them and take what we can from their responses. 

Scenario:  You are at your weekly poker game with three friends.  Everyone is drinking and having a good time, talking about the past week and what they are up to these days.  Your friends confide in you that they have been making good money “running errands” for a local gangster.  They drunkenly let details drop about a big heist they have planned to impress their new boss.  Throughout the card game almost every detail is about the time and place of the crime is recklessly imparted to you.  What do you do?

Rama Tut: After I have determined what possessed me to play this strange game you call Poh Kurr I would formulate a plan to use my dominion over time to play a game that is truly fun.  Perhaps I would transport the lot of them to ancient Egypt, I got my start there you know, just to mess with their minds.  Nothing is quite so much fun as watching displaced souls wandering through the plaza of a city like Memphis or Hieranknopolis.  Lost in another country and another time with all of their vaunted modern conveniences lost to them.  Or perhaps I might just push them forward in time to the day after they planned their heist.  This is always a good one if the day of the operation is as crutial as the time of day.  If not a full day into the future, even just an hour or so can throw off a well laid plan.  I am really starting to like this Poh Kurr game after all!    


Magpie: Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!  I don’t care what they plan to steal, I want in on it!  I love to steal.  Anything, everything!  I will steal what they steal from them if I can!  I have three storage buildings in town with nothing in them but things I stole that I can’t remember why I took them.  So why wouldn’t I want to be in on their big score.  It doesn’t matter to me if it is money or jewelry, guns or furs, baby bottles or boa constrictors, I want to steal it all!


Batroc: Unless zee heist they plan involves leaping I really don’t care what they are up to.  I have far too many schemes of my own involving zee Avengairs or Capeetan America after all!  And all of my plans naturally involve leaping.  It’z what I do!  It is what I’ve done for zee last 30 years!  Leaping about!  And on zat note, do you know what really pizzez me off?  Zoze young punks you see zees days leaping and hopping from one building to zee next.  Zeir so-called parkour!  Zey act like zey invented leaping or zomething! 


Shade: Anywhere else in the world, with the possible exception of Paris (and then incumbent on my mood), their actions would be of little consequence to me.  After all, absent villainy would there be need of heroics?  Now if this were in Opal City that would be quite a different matter indeed.  In such a case I would take it upon myself to teleport into their midst and exact terrible retribution upon them with my shadow demons.  This may garner me some considerable scrutiny on the part of the O’Dares, but it is of little consequence.  My Opal would be rid of a threat to her purity and would have a compelling new entry for my journal.  And a good excuse to indulge in little absinthe afterwards. 


Arnim Zola:  Well that certainly all depends on what they are planning to steal.  If they have an angle on some high tech merchandise – something publicly known from Stark or perhaps clandestine weaponry from A.I.M. – then I would arrange to get to that coveted technology before them.  I would love to get my hands on some Stark or A.I.M. stuff!  Do you have any idea how hard it is to obtain?  Nobody can get near it!  The closest I have ever come was picking up a stray neutron ray blaster that the Defenders missed when they cleaned out an A.I.M. compound near Los Angeles.  Hercules, the big oaf, had tossed a guard so high that he landed on the other side of the fence and his blaster was still laying in the vacant lot nearby the next morning!  Yeah, I like going out to survey the aftermath of super-hero battles, so what?  It’s called “beachcombing” and you never know what you might find.  I have a genuine Spider-Man web-shooter cartridge I found after he fought the Juggernaut!  What do you have?


Green Hornet: I would endear myself to them, see if I can get “in”.  I am always enthusiastic when it comes to the criminal enterprises of others.  I like to get in the middle of things.  Find out who’s who, work my way up the chain to meet the boss.  It is best to know all of the players when you are counted among them I always say.  I sure hate it when the cops come muscling in on things and break up the whole gang top to bottom, though!  Then I have to drive around with my partner and find some new bunch of crooks to hang out with!

What Would Comic Book Villains Do? (WWCBVD?) Week 5

Nasty.  Nefarious.  Naughty. 

Just a few words used to describe those who embrace or indeed embody evil.  They are the super villains of comics, the requisite “bad guys”.  They are the arch-nemesis, the evil twins, the players on the other side.  And yet how often do we seek their opinions on issues?  Largely this is a matter of personal safety that we spurn them, but when you take the time to pose a pertinent question to such villainous types, you learn a lot about them you might never know otherwise.


Scenario:  You answer the phone in the middle of the night to the sound of a frantic voice.  It is an old friend you have not seen in several months and he begs you to meet him at a secluded corner in town.  Concerned, you agree to his request and find him looking disheveled and terrified.  Looking unnerved he begs you to hide a gun for him until the heat is off and he can take it off your hands.  What do you do?


Hammerhead: Wow, this sure brings back memories!  I remember the first time I needed to hide a gun!  I called my cousin Saulie in the Bronx because he was the only person I thought I could trust.  I was so panicked!  He told me to forget about it, there was no gun.  Saulie took good care of me, you see.  Funny thing, ten years later that gun winds up being used in a robbery.  The guy gets caught and, get this, he winds up taking the rap for not only the two guys I plugged but some broad that was killed before I ever got that gun!  Small world, huh? 


Deathstroke the Terminator:  Certainly I would take the gun to hide.  In my line of work what we call “experienced firearms” are always welcome.  Depending on the type of gun I would either sell it to underworld contacts or file down the serial numbers and reconfigure the rifling before adding it to my personal arsenal.  Though I am rather particular about the guns I use myself, so it will likely be the former.  A few days later I will naturally have to track him down and kill him.  No loose ends as we say in the business.


Arcade:  Naturally I would be only to happy to hide the gun.  And I would hide it very well.  Deep in the bowels of an abandoned warehouse that I have refit with elaborate death traps like animatronic Foreign Legionnaires armed with long rifles, a breakaway bridge over a snake pit, and an oversized version of Whack-a-Mole.  Convincing me to hide the gun is no problem at all, getting it back will be quite another matter!


KGBeast: I would take the gun and hide it for him.*


Kraven the Hunter:  I would refuse and send him on his way with a strict rebuke!  How dare he deign to assume that Kraven the Hunter would hide a handgun for him!  A HANDGUN!  Everyone knows of my disdain for those pathetic weapons.  Now a rifle, that is a whole different story.   A rifle is a man’s gun!  From the Browning A-Bolt to the Ruger M77 these are the guns of choice for a true hunter.  Take the .300 Winchester Magnum (with a Nikon Buckmaster 4.5-14x40 scope) for example.  Ideal for hunting zebra, red hartebeest, or caribou.  It is also highly prized (by me) for hunting Spider-Man.


Gizmo:  I would only be willing to hide a gun for a friend if he did not actually ever want it back.  Certain guns make ideal templates upon which to build more elaborate, and indeed useful, weapons.  By reconfiguring a revolver to accommodate miniaturized kinetic energy accelerators of my own design and adding an amplification matrix to the muzzle I can create a single-shot force ray useful for blasting holes in bank vaults.  Certain types of automatic pistols are useful in creating sonic resonance field generators that can counteract Cyborg’s white sound laser.  I hate that guy and his gadgets!


*KGBeast (continued):  What?  No, there’s really no more to it.  I have many places to hide a gun, no one would ever find it.  I’m KGB, hiding a gun for a friend is elementary stuff!  A new recruit could do it.  Why do you insist on long, drawn-out explanations?

Half-Ass Roundtable II - What the Hell Happened to My Villains?!

Greetings JediCole Universe followers!  We have convened a second Half-Ass Roundtable!  And it's about damn time!  This outing Stu, Andrew, and myself are joined by Rick (of the United States of Geekdom) yet again and Jim (of the Film Thugs Movie Show)!  The five of us are challenged with another topic that was a mystery until we began the show.  Did we sink or did we swim again?  Well there is one way to find out!
And like last time, I don't censor or reign in the hosts or guests.  There is some language that is not appropriate for the little ones and some of the concepts may be a bit shocking to some.  This is a damn good show and the most organic and off the cuff of any show I've been involved with.  If you pass this up for content you are missing something pretty spectacular! 

What Would Comic Book Villains Do? (WWCBVD?) Week 4

We can all pretty easily guess what a super hero would do in a situation where a strong moral code is essential.  But what about their polar opposites?  That is the purpose of this series of course.  So once again we pose a conundrum to a variety of super villains from the long history of comic books.

Scenario:   A car pulls up on a residential block with music blasting so loud that it can scarcely be distinguished as music.  The driver and passengers seem to have no regard for anyone on the block and loiter at the street with no apparent business other than to shatter the idyllic peace of the once quiet street.  What do you do?


Black Adam:  I would pick up the offending car and toss it fifty feet into the air.  Then I would fly over to catch it before it hit the ground and throw it again.  I would repeat this constantly until I managed to get them all the way to vast open fields or a trackless desert.  Then I would lower the car to the ground and, if the occupants survived the journey physically and mentally I would tell them, “Now you can turn it up as loud as you want!”


Anaconda: Me?  I would use my stretching arms and super strength to surround and crush the car and everyone in it!  I love crushing cars, especially with the radio blasting like that.  You get the great visuals of the body and frame crimping and bowing and the sound of the radio up to the point where it is rendered inoperable from the force of my constricting.


Circe: Well if they insist on acting like pigs I will do them a favor and turn them into pigs!  They won’t know what hit them!  One minute they are cruising around in their big fancy car, the next minute their hands are turning into hooves, their noses into snouts, and they are sprouting curly little tails.  I really love turning people into pigs.  I mean come on, I’ve been doing that for centuries!  It’s my thing!  Oh I know!  I’ve heard it time and time again…a good sorceress should be able to turn people into ostriches, trout, or even tarsiers.  Blah, blah, blah!  I just choose to specialize in pigs, okay?!


Asp: If there is one thing I can’t stand it is obnoxious people who play their music so loud that even they can’t hear any discernible lyrics.  Death Adder is like that, always playing his music to loud!  As if that wasn’t bad enough Cottonmouth and Rattler just egg him on!  So I would do like I do when the boys back at Society headquarters play their music too loud.  I would approach the occupants of the car and ask them politely to turn down their music and be respectful of others.  They would probably be dismissive of me and laugh just like the guys I work with.  In that case I will simply fall back on my usual Plan B and just zap the daylights out of them with my venom blast.  That usually does the trick!


Mirror Master: Music is not really my forte.  You might want to ask somebody like the Fiddler.  Now when it comes to light and reflections that is where I come in!  If they had a bunch of flashlights or something I would probably be able to come up with something cool to do.  Loud music really never bothered me that much.  To tell a bit of a secret I’m almost deaf.  Not that good hearing helps you when the Flash swoops in out of nowhere.  You barely have time to register the sonic boom before he has whisked you off to prison!  But I just got this really great idea about the question…I would make  a holographic mirror image of myself to go tell them to knock it off with the noise.  These types are usually pretty tough so if they try to threaten “me” I would make a whole bunch of duplicate images of myself appear.   I would make myself look as menacing as possible (not easy to do in green and orange) and tell them they had better get out of “our” side of town!

Constrictor: You know what the real question here is?  Why can I not get inducted into the Serpent Society?!  Come on!  I’m Constrictor!  My name invokes snakes as well as any of the rest of that lot.  I mean Princess Python got in!  What is that all about?  I guess I’m just the wrong gender.  They have a lot of guys and need more ladies to balance things out.  So that’s how it is!  They can keep their snobby society and their stupid quest for the Serpent Crown!  It’s not like they can split the damn thing between all 20 of them!  At least I got asked to participate in this installment.  Ha!  Take that Serpent Society!  What?  Anaconda AND Asp already gave their answers?!  Damn it! 

JediCole's Open Mic Night Episode 1: Adventures in Super-Collecting

Welcome to the launch of JediCole's Open Mic Night!  This is the second show in the upcoming JediCole Universe Podcasting Network.  On this show I will be engaging casual interviews that are intended to be more like conversations.  After this intial episode the show will feature two such interviews per episode. 

In the premiere episode I speak with Todd Carlton - Star Wars author and enthusiast, convention promoter, and a great friend of your's truly!  It was a great fun to talk with him to make the interview you are about to hear. 


On this episode I discover that I would not be publishing this show until a discount for preordering All-Con tickets would have expired.  So to save my bacon Todd arranged a special pre-order discount of $5.00 off the price of adult, child, or friend of the show tickets through August 31, 2011 if you use the code jedicole when ordering.  So if you want to buy your membership in advance then do it before August 31 and be sure to use the exclusive code for JediCole Universe and USG readers/listeners!  Visit All-Con's website to preorder your tickets today!

If you know anyone who is a figure in fandom who might make a great guest for this show, please drop me a line at the JediCole Universe email!

Star Wars: Return of the Justifications

Welcome to the first installment of Star Wars: Return of the Justifications!  So what exactly is this series all about?  Well several years ago I had the good fortune to be a part of a Star Wars-themed podcast called VaderCast.  It was my first experience in podcasting and in many ways influenced me to keep at it until I was even producing podcasts of my own.  Tim Kennedy, who founded VaderCast, thought highly enough of a peculiar habit of mine to justify elements of the Star Wars saga that were not adequately explored on screen to ask me to share some of them on episodes of the show.  Many were aired during teh show's run but some were recorded in "lost episodes" while still others had yet to be thought up by me.  In this series I will share all of the justifications I have come up with over the years.  Future articles will not have this much background information of course, so they will be more to the point.  


A Long Time Ago...

Back in the summer of 1977 I was going on 12 years old and had one of those life-defining moments.  I saw Star Wars for the first time!  From that moment forward I was fairly constantly thinking about the movie, its characters, and all that was presented in that fertile universe of George Lucas’ creation which had only just begun to be explored.  The depth of possibilities presented within each of the first three films gave my mind plenty to mull over during the years that followed each installment and preceded the prequels. 

When you think too much about the content of each film as I had done from the outset,  you find yourself seeking to reconcile some of the questions, problems, and little inconsistencies that can be found.  With three years between the original trilogy films there were bound to be aspects of the later plotlines that did not seem to jibe with what had come before.  Or things that did not, on the surface, make sense.  Without realizing it I had spent years trying to work out these cinematic puzzles but without ever seeking any answers.  That is until the day I expressed my thoughts on one sequence from Return of the Jedi to my friend Steve. 


I am speaking of the ground battle in Return of the Jedi (which had been described to us by a comic shop employee in 1983 as, “the battle of the Teddy bears vs. the Stermtroopers”) and specifically the Ewok war machine.  I have often referred to this as the “Swiss Family Robinson –style” ordinance that the fuzzy little denizens of Endor’s moon brought to bear when they joined the Rebel assault.  Perhaps because the Scout Walker fouling log roll reminded me so much of the similar use of felled trees in the aforementioned Walt Disney picture, the primitive heavy weaponry of the Ewoks always struck me as a bit silly.  To reconcile this in my mind I had always imagined that perhaps the Rebels helped the Ewoks in the construction of their various log traps.  Steve, however, had a better justification which would in turn set me on the path of justifying all such curiosities within the Star Wars Saga.


Before I share his justification, the only one in this series for which I cannot take personal credit, I want to say that every one that follows this one as the series progresses was inspired by the first.  Prior to this I had never considered trying to work out a logical explanation for some aspects of the films that beg for such explanations.  Steve, inadvertently, challenged me to explore the minutia of the Star Wars saga and provide fill in any blanks I found.  And now, the one that started it all (with a little further extrapolation on my part)…

Short Help is Better Than No Help at All

The various log traps, catapults, and other simple technologies that the Ewok tribe brought to bear when aiding the Rebellion were not something new to them, or indeed the Imperial occupation force.  By the time Luke, Leia, Han, and company arrived on the moon’s surface the Empire had established a growing presence in the forest.  It is not much of a stretch to imagine that an initial landing team had broken ground on the shield generator and landing platform some years earlier.  During those years the presence of Stormtroopers, engineers, technicians, and heavy equipment would not have escaped the attention of the nearby village of Ewoks.  Nor would it have failed to raise their collective ire!


Prior to the arrival of the Rebel detachment the Ewoks would have waged a fruitless guerilla war against the superior forces of the Empire.  At first an annoyance, the conflict would undoubtedly have escalated over time.  Initially the primitive Ewoks would have served to monkey wrench the construction phase of the operation by stealing or destroying equipment and supplies.  When troops were brought in to guard the facilities the occasional soldier would have fallen to an Ewok assault, though the impact would be minimal. 

Swiss Family Romba 

To stave off such attacks it would become necessary for the Imperial garrison to dispatch Biker Scouts to patrol their territorial holdings.  An AT-AT and several AT-ST walkers were also deployed to illustrate the technological superiority of the invaders.  Such actions would have been interpreted by the local villagers as a prelude to a further encroachment into their lands and the potential destruction of their arboreal homesteads.  Traps and destructive weaponry was then quietly built and amassed in the perimeters of their remaining territory.  This would have been a defensive move on the part of the Ewoks as the Empire would have long since shown them the futility of offensive measures.  Should the enemy forces threaten the village itself, at least their advance could be slowed considerably buying time for evacuation.


Once the Ewoks began to keep to themselves the Imperial Forces would have been content to let the savages remain undisturbed.  The moon of Endor served but one strategic purpose, a remote location to house the shield generator protecting the building and deployment of Death Stars.  There was no need to wrest control of the balance of the hemisphere, all that was needed for the business at hand had been achieved.  The indigenous population, posing no real threat to operations, could then simply be ignored.  There were certainly more pressing matters to attend to above the moon.  This would have left the garrison commander a bit confused when troops began to be massed at the base, but this action was likely dismissed at a precursor to the completion of the Death Star.  Like its predecessor it would be home to thousands of troops, officers, technicians, and other personnel once operational. 



Humans Ain't So Bad

Then came the Rebel assault team!  Their intelligence of the Imperial base extended only as far as its location and purpose.  No one would have thought to explore the contingency of an indigenous population or the possibility of recruiting them to the cause of eliminating the latest terror weapon in the Imperial arsenal.  The command team’s unexpected capture by the Ewoks was a happy accident for both parties.  The Rebels gained native guides to aid their attack strategy as well as bolster their forces when they were confronted with a larger troop presence than expected.  The disadvantages of the Ewoks’ defensive measures were greatly offset by the laser weaponry and tactical expertise of their new allies.  And undoubtedly their resolve to join the conflict was enhanced by the presence of a manifestation of their deity.

So the wood-based weaponry that was instrumental in the downfall of the Galactic Empire had long been in place long before it was utilized to its full effect.  What seemed to the Imperial commanders as little more than the posturing of primitives would usher in their doom.  Albeit with considerable assistance from human allies and not without losses of their own. 

With all of that in mind the more curious aspect of the Battle of Endor makes considerably more sense to me.  Check back soon for the next installment of Return of the Justifications in which I take an in-depth look at a particular lightsaber.

What Would Comic Book Villains Do? (WWCBVD?) Week 3

From the darkest corners of the pages of comic books come the villains!  The often deadly foils to the greatest heroes their four color world can offer.  We know they scheme.  We know they hate.  We know they destroy and kill and steal and maim.  But what do the do when confronted with simple moral dilemmas?  Let's ask a few, shall we?


Scenario: You see a co-worker stealing loose change out of other worker’s desks.  He does not know that he has been detected doing this.  You have become good friends with this co-worker outside of the workplace.  What do you do about what you have seen?
Sandman:  A co-worker?  Really?  I’m a super criminal!  I don’t have co-workers!  Okay, yeah, I guess you could call the other members of the Fearsome Five co-workers.  It is a bit of a stretch though.  It’s not like we all got hired by a big company and we are in the same work group or anything.  We just kind of get together to commit crimes and do battle with various super-heroes.  It’s not as organized as it looks, really.  If Green Goblin and Chameleon are working on a scheme and phone up Electro for advice, one thing leads to another and as soon as there are any five of the guys involved we carry out the plan as the Fearsome Five.  Have you never wondered why the roster of the group changes so often?!  I mean it makes sense for the Avengers.  They all have a common goal.  Villains are really more of the “every man for himself” mentality at the end of the day, so teaming up is not something that really works out on a regular basis.  Best just to just let the guy keep to his own devices and maybe hit him up later for some money for a candy bar or something.  It’s not like it’s coming out of his pocket, right?

The Riddler:  Oh how I do love puzzles, conundrums, and the like!  This one presents a most appealing scenario to me.  Anytime you see someone in the midst of petty larceny it is best to play upon any conscience they may have with little tricks that lead to ever crueler manipulation of your knowledge of their activities.  First you drop subtle hints by saying things like, “I think I will take my break at the QUARTER of the hour.”, or “I think I need to CHANGE a few things around the office.”  It is always fun to watch them pretend it does not bother them at all.  Then after that has softened the little thief up a bit start leaving notes that suggest that they are being watched.  Leave voice mails or anonymous emails sent from the public library computers to tell them they are being watched.  It is such sport to see people crack up under pressure!


Sebastian Shaw, Black King of the Hellfire Club: Where you may see a petty criminal I see an ideal recruit for the [Hellfire] Club’s private army.  Utilizing a series of hidden cameras we have long utilized office shenanigans to help pinpoint the type of malicious and shallow people that have proved ideal pawns…um…soldiers in our cause.  You really do need to find the right mentality if you want people to wear a peach-colored hockey mask, a navy and red jumpsuit, and be the first line of defense against Wolverine!


Sinestro:  I would confront him immediately, threatening to turn him over to the boss.  As he begs and pleads I will be secretly tapping his fear to power my yellow ring.  Sometimes you need a quick boost for the ring when the Power Battery is back at home and it is going to be one of those long nights at the office.  After I got a decent charge on the old ring I would let him off the hook, probably even help him look for more cash laying around.


Tiger Shark:  I’d kill him!  Rend that sucker limb from limb and feed his remains to a pod of killer whales!  If there’s one thing I can’t stand it’s really wanting a Dr. Pepper and finding my loose change has been pilfered.  It’s not like you have time on your break to find someone to break a single for you.  And everyone knows that the bill acceptor that’s been broken for months will never get fixed!  Yeah, he is pretty much doomed if I catch him.

Solomon Grundy:  Solomon Grundy will handle like he handle all such problems!  ARRRRRRRRRGGHHH!!  Ahem!  Terribly sorry about that, needed to clear my throat there.  Firstly I would approach my coworker and advise him that rooting through other’s desks is morally reprehensible and terribly disrespectful of others.  His reaction to this gesture would color my next step in the process.  Should he appear embarrassed at his actions, admitting he was hoping to supplement what he had in his pocket by borrowing someone else’s change until the next day when he could replace it so he could get a candy bar to carry him through that lengthy report he has to finish then I would tell him to be sure to get that money replaced right away.  If he is belligerent or indifferent I would tell him that I am obliged to report his actions to our employer immediately.  You have to weigh the facts at hand in such situations.  Now if it was someone from the Justice Society or the Justice League, well that would be a different story indeed.  They really bother me!  They get under my skin and soon the rage is boiling in Grundy’s head and Grundy’s teeth begin to grind and Grundy’s fists clench and Grundy must destroy the Justice People!  ARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!

Half-Ass Roundtable I - Where to Begin?

Greetings and welcome to the first ever episode of Half-Ass Roundtable, the first podcast of The JediCole Universe!  JediCole is joined by his HAR co-hosts Andrew Farmer of The United States of Geekdom and Stuart Baulk of The Midnight Movie Cowboys.  We are joined in the inaugral episode by the originator of the USG, Rick Gutierrez.

HAP - The Mascot of Half-Ass Productions
Details on what constitutes Half-Ass Roundtable are outlined at the start of the episode so I won't repeat things here.  Enjoy the fun as the team tackle not one but two (!) topics in one episode.  Content Warning:  I will not reign in myself, my co-hosts, or our guest on any episode of this show.  Some of what is said in the discussions may be offensive to some people but is really some great stuff.  If your sensitivities are too tender for this sort of thing this may not be the podcast for you!


A second episode has already been recorded and will appear on this website very soon.

Enjoy!

The Apocrypha #2 - A Job History


Welcome once again to The Apocrypha, your resource for news and stories that never really occured. In the last edition I treated you to a mythological tale that I had written some years ago. This time I have a more recent story that, like the previous one, had its geneis in a conversation with Mrs. JediCole. There really is no more set up necessary as the tale takes care of itself in that department.


Occupation: Stick

     Behind every law, regulation, statute, edict, ordinance, act, decree, or rule is a little piece of history that led to a good idea becoming one of these aspects of a legal system. While it is often a simple matter to extrapolate what circumstance or occurrence may have made such legislation a necessity, it is not generally as easy to discover the story behind the aftermath of rules of law. A prominent case in point that stands proudly on street corners nationwide in spring and summer months are the professional Sticks.


     Sticks, or Stick-Men, are individuals who’s vocation is to act as a kind of ambulatory analogue to a traditional inanimate stick. City ordinances have emerged over the years across the land that limit the use of signs tacked to wooden stakes, attached to aluminum rods, or otherwise connected to sticks for the purpose of temporary or permanent advertizing to the exclusive use of politicians. That is to say if said signs are to be secured in the turf of street corners or medians and abandoned for the duration of their purpose. Such statues are in answer to increasing demands on the populations of larger cities to maintain a level of standards in the beautification of public places. By legally classifying such signage as “litter”, the effective advertizing potential of a sign promoting “Two Large One-Topping Pizzas for $10.99” or “Quitting Business, Everything Must Go” was rendered not only ineffectual but also illegal.

    
     But for every law there is a loophole and shrewd business people began to exploit the glaring one that accompanied the signs-as-little laws to remarkable advantage. While a wooden or metal stick can be considered refuse a human being, from the standpoint of black letter law, cannot. And thusly was the profession of Stick born. By employing a hapless individual to spend their work day engaged in holding a stick that would in years past have been planted in the soil where they now stand. From announcements of grand openings to the promotion of limited time offers, the signs and their handlers effectively bypass the rules that would have spelled the end of an era in American retail sales.


     Some proponents of the oppressive sign laws cried foul but were soon forced to the resignation that the stringent definition of their legislation required that restricted signage must be effectively abandoned in one location for a prescribed amount of time. A skilled Stick Man never allows the base of their sign to even touch the ground and is commonly seen moving about along a personal territory of anything from one square foot to three linear yards. Even the most lethargic of the professional Sticks at the very least maintain possession of the signs at all times during their shift. Early into the Stick movement the question of vagrancy was raised as a possible means to end the practice but as the Sticks are engaged in the gainful employment of shop owners they cannot be legally considered vagrants.


     Once established as a viable and legal alternative to stationary and inanimate signage, the plight of the Sticks did not end. While public outcry has faded over the last few years with some communities even embracing their local sticks (in Paul’s Valley, OK the local Women’s Guild hand sew and deliver over 100 Santa hats to that city’s Sticks each December) , there are still trials and pitfalls to be faced by those who have made “sticking” their vocation. Many fall prey to the lure of high-paying temporary work directing passing traffic to garage sales.


     While the wages offered are generally higher than average for Stick Men employed by businesses, they tend to lack the amenities provided in the business sector. By law a full-time stick employed by a company of any size must be afforded two paid 15-minute breaks and a minimum of 30 minutes unpaid time for lunch. It has also become customary for employers to provide complimentary water or sports drinks to those they employ as Sticks. No such courtesies exist in the short term, contract work environment.


     But misleading employment offers are the least of the worries of the contemporary working Stick. The single greatest threat to the safety and comfort of these sign holders is “Gorilla Warfare”. The term Gorilla Warfare was first coined in 2007 when a minor altercation between a pair of professional Sticks in the employ of a family jewelry store that was closing after 75 years in business and a vacuum cleaner repair shop guy-in-a-gorilla suit escalated into a small urban war.


     Long before legal precedent led to the genesis of the Stick, the most common live advertizing and promotional occupation was that of the Vacuum Store Gorilla. In an age of increasing automation, animatronic primates have begun to surface but have often proven cost prohibitive. So as in days of old a guy in a gorilla suit continues to be the promotional stunt of choice for vacuum cleaner repair and sales outlets everywhere. While the connection between household cleaning equipment and counterfeit apes may seem inexplicable, the use of a person in a gorilla suit has historical background linked to the vacuum cleaner industry in this country.


     In 1908 a rather perplexed William Henry Hoover was contemplating the best way to introduce his new Model O cleaner to the market. It chanced that his sons Hiram and Malacek were participating in a school pantomime of Noah’s Ark in which the elder boy was portraying a “fierce gorilla of the Africas”. With the play still a week away, Hoover arranged the use of the costume and utilizing Hiram’s acting talents he showcased his “vacuum cleaning device” with the aid of a “tame ape” at the Chicago Exposition of Mechanical and Electrically-Powered Devices two days later. The fanciful gimmick captured the imagination of those in attendance and soon gorilla suit-sporting pitchmen became commonplace in the fiercely competitive vacuum cleaner industry for the next five years.


     It is speculated that photographs of these gorilla-men of old inspired the more contemporary use of fake gorilla skins as a promotional stunt that could be utilized year round. The earliest documented use of a guy-in-a-suit was in 1970 at Hobson’s Vacuum and Home Appliance in Lindale, GA, though earlier attempts may have gone unnoticed. With a distinguished pedigree and lengthy history the formation of GiGS, the International Association of Guys in Gorilla Suits, in 1977 was a natural progression. With a professional organization well established, many older members of the gorilla-suit profession resented the arrival (and seemingly instant propagation) of Stick Men. The time-honored profession of standing in front of a business establishment waving at passersby had quietly tolerated clowns, Statues of Liberty, and even jester-capped teenagers clutching oversized facsimiles of music CDs over the ensuing years. But the arrival of these human sticks seemed to be the last straw.


     In the legendary incident of 2007 Martin Cooper, a 26 year-old itinerant worker from Bakersfield, CA and Dale Enders, a local 19 year-old student were brutally assaulted in western Huntsville, AL after their shift ended on May 17, 2007. It was the eve of the 30th anniversary of the foundation of GAGS and the two were accosted by (reportedly) six two eight gorilla-suited individuals who forced the pair into an unmarked van where they proceeded to administer a savage beating. The chief suspect in the assault was Mike Dougal, a 40 year old professional gorilla-man who specialized in children’s birthday parties but also found work with traveling carnivals and as a vacuum store ape. He was known to have had altercations with the pair of Stick Men who were promoting the closure of Moore and Sons Fine Jewelry which was located in the same shopping center as Vacuums, Etc., Dougal’s employer.


     Though he was cleared of all charges due to well documented whereabouts at the time of the incident he did impart to police that he had made reference to his difficulties with the neighboring Stick Men, who had repeatedly infringed upon his work territory, on the GiGS website forums. Frustration with Sticks was a common topic of discussion on the message boards with complaints ranging from lack of discipline to unprofessional attire to talking or texting on cell phones during working hours. A growing feeling of distrust and resentment was evident in the gorilla man community nationally but was most prevalent among the Alabama membership. Investigators were unable to formally charge any local gorilla men with the crime, though it would leave a lasting stigma on the profession for some years.


     Unfortunately the example set by this unfortunate instance was taken up by gorilla men around the country. From May 2007 to June 2010 (the most up to date statistics available) there have been as many as 25 such assaults perpetuated annually. By February 2008 the term Gorilla Warfare was in common use, replacing the previously used “gorilla on stick violence”. 2010 did see a decline in per-capita incidents, a fact that some suggest is a direct result of the GiGS organization officially denouncing Gorilla Warfare in May of that year, fully three years after the Alabama incident. Ben Yearling, president of the group, has pledged that he will continue to seek an accord between gorillas and Sticks. This coupled with greater community outreach and vigilance on the part of professional Sticks has helped curb the violence of years past.


     As of this writing a non-profit organization, Sticking Up for Sticks has announced that its outreach programs have been nationalized. With a support base that has been bolstered in recent years they have begun to lobby Congress for Federal classification of Gorilla Warfare as a hate crime and for funding to aid victims of such crimes. Despite great strides in the rights of Stick Men in the workplace, few employers of these sign holders offer health insurance benefits, making recovery from physical violence a costly proposal for those in the trade.


     For now it seems that the familiar Sticks that can be found pointing drivers to bargains on dining, goods, and services at strip malls and shopping centers everywhere are here to stay. Once a friendless occupation the Stick Men now enjoy a population of supporters as numerous and vocal as those who still oppose them. Federal Judges in five states have overturned laws and statutes that would have limited or eliminated the position for all time. A cover story on Stick Men in Newsweek, in which reporter Mark Rafferty spent six weeks in the trade, ran in early 2010 and further raised awareness of the ups and downs of this unique modern profession. With a greater awareness and understanding on the part of Americans on a whole the lives of Stick Men everywhere are starting to improve.



What Would Comic Book Villains Do? (WWCBVD?) Week Two

They are evil.  They are treacherous.  They are nasty, cruel, scheming, and not at all nice.  They are the villains of the comic books!  And select members of their malicious fraternity are invited each week to share their thoughts on how they would handle a day to day or ethical situation. 

The best way to combat evil is to understand evil.  By discovering how the mind of arch-criminals works we might better understand how to defeat them.  With that in mind I offer up this week's scenario for our select panel of super-villains.


Scenario: You hear the cries of a kitten nearby.  Looking around you do not see the source of this sound until you chance to look upward into the foliage tree.  Standing in the fork of two high branches is a tiny tabby kitten frantically calling out for help in its predicament.  What do you do?






Lex Luthor: I would have one of my staff phone the Fire Department immediately.  We can't have stray kittens stuck in trees now can we?  They would of course immediately dispatch a ladder company to see to the rescue as the Fire Chief owes me a great many favors.  Once the little creature was safely down from the tree I would immediately adopt it as a pet.  In my meteoric rush to become the most powerful man in the world (yes, I said that Superman!) I never had time for a pet.  It would do me good to have a cat around the house.  One of my staff would of course see to its care, feeding, and training.  And it would be housed in a special pet wing of one of my Metropolis mansions.  And it would be assigned a full-time caregiver on call 24 hours a day.  Once every few months or so I might drop by and scratch it between the ears.


Stilt Man: Using my incredible cybernetic stilt-legs I would easily rescue the kitten from its plight.  My armored exoskeleton would protect me from its claws as I lowered it slowly to the ground.  You know how it is with scared kittens, they get all flailing about with their claws straight out.  They don't mean to scratch, they are just terrified.  Yeah, I would get the poor little thing down safely to the ground.  My therapist says I should do more things like that, you know?  Like using my incredible cybernetic stilt-legs to do some things that benefit mankind.  And once the kitten was safely on the ground and calmed down I would scoop it back up in my arms, rise up to the treetops and put it back in the high branches before taking a stilt-assisted stroll around the block (you make great time with 15 foot long legs let me tell you).  Once back around I would hear a little kitten crying out from the trees.  I should probably rescue it, that is the right thing to do after all!


Ocean Master: A kitten?  Seriously?!  I'm Ocean Mater!  I spend like 95% of my time under water!  Do you have any idea how many kittens are stuck in trees at the bottom of the sea?  I'll give you a hint.  The number rhymes with "hero"!  Honestly!  I mean I could have been jovial and said something like, "Well if I found a baby catfish stuck in a tree coral I would do this..."  You get the idea.  How patently ridiculous was this question to ask me?  You couldn't just wait for the question about someones jewelry falling overboard from a boating excursion and it being discovered on the sea floor with their phone number engraved on it could you?  No, not at all!  I be Black Manta gets invited to that one.  That is just so typical!  Do you realize how few undersea villains there are?  There's a reason we don't have a League of Aquatic Evil you know!  There aren't enough of us to pay the rent on a submersible headquarters!  So say hi to Manta for me.  That was sarcasm by the way... 

 


Blastarr: BLAST!  BLAST!  BLAST!  BLAAAAAAAAAST!  Awwww!  BLAST!



Copperhead: I would run.  Run away as quickly as possible.  Um, to get help.  Help to get the kitten down.  The little thing must be so scared and unsure of itself.  Someone should do something about that!  What?   Why don't I slither up the tree and back down again carrying it to safety?  I'm a super villain!  Do you think I took the name of  a venomous North American snake because I wanted to seem approachable!  I am the epitome of evil!  My heart is as frigid as Arctic pack ice and my soul is as black as the void!  And...I'm afraid of cats.  Okay?!  Are you happy?  You just pried and pried until you drug that out of me.  Yeah the great and mighty Copperhead is afraid of cats!  Lots of people are you know.


MODOK: Like my fellow super-villains I would use every means at my disposal to rescue the infant cat.  NO!  I most certainly did not read their replies in advance!  I merely utilized my genetically enhanced super-intelligence to glean their reactions based on an intense psychological study of each that took less than one trillionth of a second to calculate.  That aside I would utilize that self same hyper intelligence to aid me in using the  A.I.M. technology at my disposal to enhance the genetic structure of the young animal allowing it to grow to many times its normal size.  It's developing body would express bullet-proof armor instead of fur.  It's eyes would be capable of projecting deadly laser beams and its purr would create glass-shattering resonances.  It's indestructible claws would cut through thick reinforced steel like butter.  And it would be my loyal companion in all of my nefarious deeds.  Wow!  I just read everyone else's replies (I am capable of formulating my own before viewing theirs) and that Copperhead one really took me by surprise! 

What Would Comic Book Villains Do? (WWCBVD?)

Welcome to a new series for The JediCole Universe!  Every week or so I will explore the dark underbelly of comic books with in-depth discussions on how comic book villains, primarily from Marvel and DC Comics, would approach some everyday situations.  While comic book heroes are bastions of all that is right, we can often learn a lot from those who have devoted their lives to criminal enterprises.  By looking at their reactions to certain common circumstances we can learn more about the state of society and ourselves.

Scenario: An old woman is walking along a city sidewalk nearby when a ruffian rushes out of the shadows and attempts to snatch her purse.  She is able to hold on to one end of the strap while the crook tugs on the other.  They are both only about a yard away from you.  What do you do?



Dr. Doom: If this is in America I would not be there on that street.  It may look like I am but in all actuality it is one of my Doombots.  I use them in most cases when I am perceived to be abroad so that should my schemes run afoul of the Fantastic Four I am not personally inconvenienced. Witnessing of purse snatching is not in the present programming of my Doombot army so it would seem I would do nothing as a result.  If this were in Latveria I would stun them both with a mild blast from my gauntlets, see them safely taken to one of the nearby prisons, tried, and executed before tea time.  The criminal for the act of thievery he attempted and the old woman for having the audacity to publicly flaunt the ownership of a handbag on my streets!



Joker: Well this seems more up the Riddler’s street.  Perhaps it takes place on the Riddler’s street!  I made a little joke there.  And you’re not laughing!  I don’t like it when people don’t laugh at my jokes!  And you won’t like me when I’m not liking you!  But in answer to your question, I would cheer the petty little thief on, even lending my assistance if necessary.  Then as he made good his escape I would chase after him yelling, “Stop…thief!  Police!  Help!”, that sort of thing.  This would thoroughly confuse him enough to let me catch up to him and offer him a safe place to hide.  We would retreat to one of my hideouts where my henchmen and I would subdue him and place him on the bench of a dunking booth over a tub of acid or piranhas (depending on which hideout) and take turns hurling softballs at him until Batman arrives to thwart us.  I can promise you that he will never steal again!  If only the authorities would listen to me.  Joker-style criminal justice always sends even the hardest criminals back onto the street as reformed and productive members of society!



Ultron: I would vaporize the purse snatcher thus engendering my synthetic self to the old woman.  Then I would vaporize her as I suspect to an organic sentient being that would be an unexpected action.  Then I would vaporize the buildings nearby.  I would follow this by further vaporizing of cars, buildings, traffic signals, pigeons, and those little easels in front of cafes that show the daily specials.  Then I would pause in my vaporization efforts to allow my power cells to recharge before vaporizing anew.  Can you tell I like to vaporize things?



Toy Man: I would yell, “Hey!  I was going to steal that purse!  Go find you own!”  I think that would be pretty funny.  In actuality I wouldn’t be planning to steal that purse at all.  Unless I happened to have a wind-up monkey or a little racecar with a  retractable purse-catching hook on the side to do it with.  But alas, I do not.



Chameleon:  I would watch the theft play out and then discreetly follow the thief to wherever he has snuck off to count his loot.  Quietly I would sneak up on him and change my appearance to look like the old lady, thus shocking him into returning the stolen goods.  As he runs frantically away from the woman’s doppelganger I would then take on his appearance for a time.  While I wear his face I will commit some major bank heists and even hold the United Nations for ransom before quietly disappearing.  Imagine his surprise when an entire army of International law enforcement officers converge on his apartment to arrest him!



Darkseid: I would not hesitate for a moment.  Even a moment’s hesitation would be too much to afford mere human beings.  No, there would be no hesitation on my part.  Nor would there be any action.  I would give the incident no notice as it serves me in neither accomplishing the completion of the Anti-Life Equation nor wresting control of Earth from her super-powered champions before reshaping it in the image of my beloved Apokolips. 


Check back in about a week to see what our next six super villains have to say on the topic!

Marvelution – The Shot Heard ‘Round the Comic Industry

By JediCole

The following article is based solely on personal observations from the period covered during a time that I was far more closely connected to certain aspects of the comic industry. This is not a work of investigative journalism so any inaccuracies are unintentional and the result of a personal lack of knowledge on specifics or faulty memory. This is meant to act as a memoir of a period when the comic industry was shaken to its foundations and the whole system of distribution of comic publications was inexorably altered. This is an informative article that shares a story little known by those not directly affected by the events I chronicle here.


If you have a good relationship with the owner of your local comic shop you might have heard the name of Diamond Comic Distributors at least once or twice. As distributors of comics published by the bigger companies (Marvel, DC, Dark Horse, Image) as well as countless smaller press publishers they have a virtual monopoly on that aspect of the comic industry. This is due primarily to distribution agreements garnered over a decade ago with DC Comics that gave Diamond exclusive access to their lines. Image, and Dark Horse quickly followed suite as Diamond was the largest comic distributor in business at the time. But what caused this dynamic shift in the nature of comic distribution that formerly had a myriad regional, national, and international players? You need look no further than Marvel Comics for answers.

Harken back to the late 90’s, the boom age of comics. Image Comics was founded and going full steam ahead. Wizard Magazine was the number one selling monthly comic collecting publication because its price guide assured its readers that their collections would put their kids through college. And Marvel Comics was enjoying print runs on such titles as X-Men #1 that were unrivaled in history. But then Marvel had been taken over by accountants who knew business but nothing of the business of comics. And as a result Marvel got greedy.

The first signs of this were not obvious. It is only in retrospect that a pattern was emerging, and an alarming one at that. It started simply enough with the acquisition of Toy Biz, the manufacturer of X-Men and other Marvel property toys. This would certainly insure that there would always be a Marvel license holder in the action figure market. Then came the purchase of the trading card publisher Skybox, another long-time Marvel licensee. Again it would appear to be a maneuver to keep the brand in front of collectors on all fronts. It was another purchase, that of a paper mill, that really raised some eyebrows. Now the publisher would control the source of their raw materials. It was during this period that Marvel also purchased (and essentially buried) Malibu Comics. This was not for their comic character properties but for their state-of-the-art computer coloring systems. Something Marvel lacked that this tiny independent publisher had despite a rather lackluster lineup of titles. (Does anyone even remember Prime?) Then came the bombshell. “Marvelution!”

This immediately followed their next acquisition, Heroes World Distribution, one of many comic distributors that existed at the time.  Marvelution was the banner under which Marvel Comics launched what they felt was a new age in comic distribution. Publisher owned and publisher controlled distribution. In short, Marvel would no longer sell their print runs to Diamond, Capital City, Friendly Franks, and the other comic distributors that previously existed. They would sell publisher-direct to comic retailers, essentially cutting out the middle man. Or so it would seem. But it did not stop there.

The publishing giant also made overtures toward retail distribution as well. Advertising for mail order comic subscriptions direct from Marvel began to appear in some of their books. These ads incensed some shop owners as they portrayed Spider-Man rescuing some would-be shoppers from a mugger and stating, “This shopping thing sure is dangerous!” The more alarmist of their numbers cried foul going so far as to accuse Marvel of suggesting that comic shops were in the “bad part of town” while trying to rob them of their customer base. While this may seem an exaggeration on the surface, there were also suggestions made my Marvel that they were planning a chain of retail shops similar to the Disney and Warner Brothers Stores in many malls at the time. This would effectively put the publisher in direct competition with their former customers. Looking back it seemed apparent that there were those at the head of the House of Ideas who dreamt of a time when Marvel Comics would own every aspect of their product from raw materials to retail sales.

But the retail aspect was largely speculation on the part of Marvel. Their real focus was MRV, their new distribution company. Overnight Marvel Comics ceased their distribution agreements with all of their distributors, putting them in a legal conflict with at least one of them. The effect on the rest of the comic industry was devastating! Prior to Marvelution, all publishers large and small would set their print runs based on the preorders from all distributors. With each new issue offered two months in advance there was ample time to work out these numbers and set a variable overage to account for damaged books and potential retailer reorders. Then the entire print run would be shipped out to the various distributors who would be stuck with any unsold copies.

Prior to the advent of the “direct market” distributors comics were sold in convenience stores, grocery stores, and newsstands via rack jobbers who would deliver new publications and remove the previous month’s periodicals, billing the retailer only for what sold. Under direct market distribution retailers purchased their comics on a sliding discount scale based on volume and on a non-returnable basis. Thus was the back issue market born! The comic shop owner would buy from the distributor of their choice, often one with a local presence that would allow them to get the books in the store far earlier and would have to place a minimum monthly order. The minimums were reasonable enough that even little “mom and pop” establishments could take on comic books as a sidebar. That is pre-Marvelution.

The first effect of this maneuver by Marvel Comics was to upset the volume of money all comic retailers had to devote to new comics. MRV had its own minimum order level and discount schedule based on volume. And all they offered were Marvel-owned publications and collectibles. Retailers were forced to meet the minimum order for their distributor of choice for DC, Dark Horse, Image, and other publishers and the minimum of Marvel as well (if they wished to continue carrying the most popular line of comics in the world). The effect was crippling to the smaller shops that had once thrived in the boom period of comic collecting. Marvelution arrived on the crest of the collector/speculator boom when people imagined comic books were a new form of investment. The result was that almost anyone who could come up with a business license and a bank loan could become a comic shop owner and survive the fiercely competitive market. That was when they only had one primary source.

Confronted with Marvel’s sudden foray into self-distribution the other venerable giant of the industry, DC Comics, had to act fast to adapt to the new market dynamic. Realizing the folly of MRV, the suits at DC chose a new path that would change the face of comic distribution to this very day. They ceased all business with every distributor except Diamond, the largest and most well established distributor of the day. What followed was an exclusivity agreement with Diamond that changed the relationship between the two companies and served as a model for other publishers as well. No longer would DC Comics sell their print run to distributors, instead they would maintain control of their published books with Diamond acting as a sales agent to the retail market. This resulted in a less profitable arrangement for Diamond which resulted in a consolidation of their shipping operations and the closure of multiple locations nationally and internationally.

Where DC lead the other two major players followed. Recognizing that Marvel had created an untenable situation in the distribution game Image and Dark Horse also ended their relationships with other distributors and penned exclusivity agreements with Diamond. A few of the larger independent publishers soon followed suit. Maverick small press publisher Dennis Kitchen continued his trademark bucking of the system by deliberately signing an exclusive distribution agreement with Friendly Frank’s, almost as a gesture of defiance against the maneuvering that was forced on the publishing industry. Unfortunately the damage was done and the remaining distributors, lacking access to the biggest publishers in the industry, began to shut down one by one.

Meanwhile at MRV the dreams of a self-distribution empire were dying on the vine. When accountants and business men take over an enterprise that does not conform to business school standards, their attempts to force those standards are always doomed to failure (like the ill-fated Techno Comics publication/retail store venture). Such was the case with Marvel’s efforts. The effect of Marvelution was that sub-distribution, comic shops and other entrepreneurs’ purchasing of comics in large volume from distributors and redistributing them to smaller retailers who could not meet distributor minimum monthly orders, was no longer an option. All retailers had to sign agreements that they would purchase only for direct sale to the end buyer. This coupled with the necessity of having to meet minimums from Diamond and MRV effectively robbed Marvel of a portion of their former customer base. Out of the gate MRV was hamstrung.

Added to the mix was poor management of this new operation on the part of the parent company. MRV regional distribution centers sprung up to ensure timely shipping of Marvel comics to all corners of the U.S. Some were staffed by as few as three people while others had an unwieldy staff of a dozen or more, each processing roughly the same volume of merchandise. There seemed to be no oversight on the part of Marvel into the day to day operations of their various centers. If my memory serves me the entire MRV experiment ended in less than a year. What began with considerable fanfare on the part of Marvel ended quietly with a return to Diamond Comic Distributors. To maintain some portion of the autonomy they previously enjoyed, however, Marvel opted not to have their titles listed in Diamond’s monthly catalog, Previews. The result was Marvel Previews, a separate publication that is a companion to Diamond’s catalog. If you have ever wondered why there is a separate Marvel only catalog now you know.

During the height of Marvelution more and more small press publishers opted to sign exclusive distribution agreements with Diamond. Those that did not take this step still utilized Diamond as their primary resource to get their books into comic shops and the hands of readers. Diamond fell under the scrutiny of the federal government due to their inadvertent monopoly on the distribution market. While they were found not to be in violation of anti-trust laws, the investigation which the government was obliged to undertake despite the obvious circumstances leading to Diamond’s circumstances undoubtedly put a burden on Diamond and cost taxpayers untold amounts of money. All because Marvel was drunk on their success and seeming power in the industry.

So now you know some details of the decisions on the part of one publisher that effectively led to the end of competition in the comic distribution field for all time. Undoubtedly bankruptcy was the fate of most if not all other comic distributors in the aftermath of Marvelution as well as the loss of employment for their employees and even many working for Diamond during the necessary downsizing that followed. DC, Dark Horse, and Image were forced to reconfigure their own business models and take on the ownership of their print runs, the volume of which was greatly reduced as a result. And when the dust finally settled Marvel Comics had achieved nothing of value.

Perhaps it is only fitting that all of this occurred at the tail end of the comic book fever that had gripped the nation for nearly a decade and led to such antics as comic shops hiring armed guards to usher their shipments of the Death of Superman issue into their stores. It was the heady days of the bagged comic, the multiple covers, the foil enhancements, the embossing, and the myriad other gimmicks that ruled the day. The industry was destroying itself in so many small ways it is little wonder that one portion consumed another in the process. Marvelution has certainly left a lasting mark, though most people are unaware it ever happened.

Odd eBay #1: Monkeying Around With the Hulk!

Welcome to the first installment of Odd eBay. 

Have you ever been searching for some cool collectible on eBay and found some crazy and unexpected stuff in the process?  I thought it would be fun to share a few such discoveries that I stumbled upon during my own searches for things I was seeking or things I was curious about.  You never know what you might find on America's favorite auction site so I am going to do what I can to bring a few of the oddest things to your attention.

Whenever possible the auctions featured will be active at the time I post this article.  Naturally they will time out depending on their end date, but if you hurry you may be able to get in the running to own something really strange that is offered by an eBay seller.  Simply click on the description (titled "Exhibits") to link to the actual auctions in question.

Also please feel free to write to me if you stumble on a worthy auction and if I can I will include it in the next available installment of this series.


I was curious about what Mego Planet of the Apes figures might be going for these days.  From time to time I seek out potential new denizens for my Desk of Time Wasting Distractions.  What my search brought to my attention was the genesis of this very feature!  In fact I found not one, but two great auctions that helped inspire Odd eBay!

Exhibit A: So Why Exactly Do You Need the Rifle?
Let's start Odd eBay off with the auction that inspired this series, shall we?  What I love about this particular offering is the tenacity of the seller.  Have a few miss-matched odd and ends laying around that you can't find a home for?  Put them all together in a single auction and see if someone bites!  The fact that the But It Now price has been reduced from $12.95 to $10.36 is certainly testament to this.  I was riding the fence on this auction, but the savings of $2.59 really swayed my decision to go for it! 


So lets examine the contents of this most curious lot.  We have a crudely made (or rather well worn) hooded jacket that appears to be for the larger scale G.I. Joe figures of old.  It's wool-like texture would suggest a warm wrap for the Zira figure who is otherwise surrounded only by her primate shame.  The figure is Zira from Planet of the Apes, the Mego action figure from the 70's to be exact.  Mego tended to utilize one of about four or five male and a single female body for all of their action figures.  The heads, clothes, and accessories were what made them who they were.  Zira here has only her head to distinguish her from Wonder Woman or the all-mighty Isis.  But laid bare in her nakedness we see that all of the Mego women have on distinct physical feature in common.  Perfect child-bearing hips!  It is a shame that like their male counterparts of any body configuration they are sorely lacking in reproductive organs. 

As previously mentioned the coat that comes with this figure would at least offer the famous veterinarian and free thinker the opportunity to recover some shred of dignity, but why the curiously oversized rifle?  Were she a Rob Leifield creation she would be right at home with such cumbersome ordnance.  In fact it would be required that she bear some kind of firearms that were a minimum of five times their normal size.  This is sharp contrast to the feet of the artist's characters which are five times smaller than those of normal humans.  Perhaps it is simply a show of superiority better suited to a male figure in a similar predicament.  The rifle is a means to an end, dignity restored at the point of a gun!  Especially considering that our hapless future monkey-woman appears to have run afoul of Kevin from Sin City.  You may have noticed that she is lacking in the left hand department.

Exhibit B: Monkey Strip Poker
If you thought the previous auction was awkward, you are in for quite the surprise!  Planet of the Apes and Mego were very good to the birth of this series.  From the generous birthing hips of Zira above to a clear illustration of what happens when apes drink too much nectar and begin to ignore the teachings of the Law Giver. 

Check out Zira's go-go boots!

Up for auction we have a veritable dumping ground of incomplete vintage Mego Planet of the Apes figures.  That in and of itself would not be be all that unusual.  What sets this lot apart is the fact that each one of the figures is in a different state of undress.  If you ever wondered what was going on with the apes of the future Earth (oh, was that a spoiler?) before Taylor and his fellow ill-fated astronauts arrived this may fill in some of the blanks.  Successfully evolving out of the dung-throwing stage of their ancestry, the proud civilization that the apes held in such regard had a dark underbelly similar to that of the former masters of the globe.  While the intellectual caste of the orangutans sought to suppress knowledge of the recklessness of man they no less turned a blind eye to their own society as it traveled headlong down the same crooked path.

The seeming class-by-species order that prevailed on the planet, a kind of natural selection version of A Brave New World, is illustrated perfectly with this auction.  Participants in a harmless game among friends close enough to see each other au naturale and still maintain personal and professional dignity, Dr. Zaius, Cornelius, his mate Zira, and General Ursus (these were happier times after all) find themselves at the end of the deck in the simian version of strip poker.  Zaius, in typically intellectual orangutan fashion, has managed to survive nearly the entire game without losing a stitch of clothing.  The lesser chimpanzees have done fairly well for themselves and are almost equally matched in their skill at card playing as evidenced by their current state of dress.  Ursus however, true to his caste, has no head for games of skill and forethought.  He is a soldier first and foremost.  And in a world largely devoid of conventional warfare, a soldier's life is defined by how many lousy humans one can kill or capture.  And judging from what his nakedness reveals about his manhood, he is as unlucky at love as he has proved at cards.

It is important to point out that Dr. Zaius, in addition to being a prominent figure in the High Council, is also an avid fisherman.  That he elected to wear his waders to the evening's festivities is a testament to not only his passion as an angler, but also the natural confidence in his own intellect that insured after quick donning of his galoshes he will be out casting flies and bagging some delicious trout shortly after this party wraps!

Exhibit C: Super...Awkward!
Some things go together well.  Peanut butter and jelly.  Peas and carrots.  Romeo and Juliet.  Then there are things that were never meant to be combined under any circumstances.  Such is the case with super-heroes and Stretch Armstrong technology.  That goes together like waffles and motor oil! 



What we've got ahold of here is the ad proof for an advertising spot that ran in comic books way back in 1979.  It was a toy line from Mego called Elastic Super Heroes.  Since they had licensing for characters from both Marvel and DC Comics they produced figures of both publisher's characters at the time.  Did they choose the obvious characters that were most likely to display a kinship to ol' Mr. Armstrong?  HELL NO!  Do you really think that Plastic Man, Mr. Fantastic, or Elongated Man are all that marketable?  Mego was in business to sell toys to kids, not make leaps of logic.  This is certainly illustrated in the choices of characters to produce in such a malleable format.  From the Marvel camp they went with Spider-Man and the Incredible Hulk (yes, it's true) and as you have seen they gave the same treatment to Superman and Batman from DC.

The decision to create versions of these super-heroes that could be stretched to a good couple of feet and contorted in inhuman ways is silly at best and down right frightening at worst.  It is the ad campaign illustrated above that takes it to the latter.  On the right we have the Man of Steel made a man of rubber doing his best rendition of "Potsie" Weber in the photo booth shot used in the intro to Happy Days.  The old "reaching around yourself with your back turned to make it look like you're making out trick" is a classic.  Hell, even James Bond resorted to it in Diamonds Are Forever!  It seems like the Last Son of Krypton has taken a nip of Jimmy Olsen's Elastic Lad serum (or was it exposure to an alien virus that made the bow-tie wearing photographer into the red-headed stepchild of Reed Richards?) and is trying out some new abilities that were not in his former catalog of powers.

The Dark Knight Detective on the other hand has always had to rely on being the pinnacle of human achievement both mentally and physically.  I doubt that such prowess ever included being able to unhinge his skeletal system in such a way that would result in the extreme lotus position occurring above.  That makes being pressed into a postage stamp of titanic proportions by the maniacal Colonel Gumm seem comfortable, even relaxing, by comparison.  One is left imagining that this ad might once have been seen by David Carradine leaving him thinking, "If only...". 

Exhibit D: Smashing No More
Mego it seems was hell-bent to make unusual decisions when it came to their super-hero toys.  The Pocket Super Heroes line was not immune to this process.  This toy series featured DC and Marvel characters in a compact 3.75" format that must have seemed ideally suited to couple with rehashed Micronauts vehicles as evidenced by the Hulk Explorer seen below!


The Incredible Hulk seems incredibly happy to be darting about the town in his green and yellow conveyance.  Part Rascal, part go-cart, and part Jack Kirby creation it seems a rather curious vehicle for the Jade Giant.  Captain Kirk posited the question, "What does God need with a starship?!", in the god-awful Star Trek V: The Undiscovered Country.  Similarly we are left to ask, "What does Hulk need with an Explorer?"  Throughout his decades-long history the Green Goliath has simply bunched up his calf muscles and sent himself hurdling skyward in a reckless game of leap-frog whenever the travelin' jones was upon him.  Unlike Batman or even Hulk's own contemporary Spider-Man who once had a vertical surface-gripping dune buggy (it's true folks), the original "Hulkster" never owned a motor vehicle.

The answer to this compelling question (should you be allowing it to compel you thusly) is a simple one actually.  Easily 20 years in advance of its publication, Mego foresaw the arrival of storylines that would bring us the so-called "Smart Hulk".  Since this was the inevitable progression from a gray Frankenstein's monster-looking brute to an avocado hued powerhouse of pent-up rage to something better still, Mego understood and addressed children's need to play out this scenario.  Absent the necessity to lash out at a world peopled by "puny humans" to sate his unquenchable thirst for destruction, the stronger, more loving Hulk would want to turn his attentions to the cerebral pursuits of his gentler side, that of the pacifistic Bruce Banner. 

Now a man of science, albeit a yard wide and rippling with enough potential energy to stun a rampagin herd of elephants, the new Hulk turned his attentions to scientific disciplines and the pursuit of knowledge.  When traveling from a research laboratory to an archaeological dig and then to a meeting of Nobel laureates once does not wish to inadvertently cause destruction simply by arriving on the scene and leaving size 48 footprints irreparably stamped into the pavement.  So utilizing his newly found mental capacity Hulk opted to drive around in a retrofitted (and vastly enlarged) vehicle from the Microverse (complete with puffy missile launcher) that was previously owned by none other than Acroyer himself!

Exhibit E: Why is MJ Packing Heat?
You have to love toy customizers.  They take something that is already there and make it into something that is not.  And may never be otherwise.  In some cases the work is exquisite, almost indistinguishable from something mass produced.  In some cases it could not be more obviously the work of a ham-fisted toy maker wannabe.  And in some cases the work seems solid enough, but the choice of base figure leaves a bit you wondering if perhaps some other figure might have been a better choice.


This customized Super Hero Squad figurine of Mary Jane Watson, a.k.a. Spidey's Squeeze, is a prime example of this kind of scenario.  I don't know how much re-work went into this particular customization job, but I suspect it was just a matter of some minor repainting to perhaps change the costume color scheme and get the "drapes" the right color.  However, whatever character this was in its former life before it was taken off the card and retrofitted as if it was the original Star Wars trilogy in the hands of a mad George Lucas of more recent years had a distinguishing feature that was decidedly not one for which the future wife (maybe or maybe not depending on recons) of Peter Parker was known.  She is brandishing a huge pistol! 

Perhaps there were no female Marvel characters who have received the cherubic Super Hero Squad treatment that were sufficiently generic to take on the role of a supporting character.  Certainly MJ with web-wings (Spider-Woman) or a sword wielding sextet of arms (Spiral) would have been even less marketable than this custom job.  But if you want to command a $12.95 price tag for your hard work, perhaps you should chose a character that better fits the look of the figurine you have in hand before grabbing the old paint pots and going to town.  Just a word of advice from JediCole!

The next two auctions will have closed by the time this feature goes live.  Such is the nature of the beast it would seem. 

Exhibit F: Congratulations You Two...I Think
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery then the Star Wars saga has nearly been flattered to death over the years!


With flattery like this who needs disdain?  That is certainly a question that the folks over at the Skywalker Ranch were posing when this monstrosity was first produced.  Everyone wants to drink deep from the wellspring of success that was the Star Wars franchise.  And since it was not a public spring most had to elsewhere and lap what they could out of similar and less lucrative sources.  This figural coin bank illustrates that principle perfectly.  Looking like the hideous love child of Darth Vader and R2-D2 it had to have been intended, in its day, to catch the wave of consumer enthusiasm that made George Lucas' star-spanning saga a cultural phenomenon and a personal empire-building success.

That the seller got the $5.99 opening bid was something of a surprise I must say!

Exhibit G: It's LIKE Star Wars
Far be it from Avon to miss out on a potential cash cow.  Their independent representatives could always use an unexpected bonus in the form of a little something that appeals to the children of their clientele.  Or at least to the parents of those kids who just don't know any better.


Back in the 70's Donny and Marie Osmond were famous for being "a little bit country" and "a little bit rock n' roll".  This "Galactic Robot" necklace from 1979 is a little bit R5-D4 (the droid with the bad motivator in Star Wars) and a little bit work drone from Silent Running.  Such mash-up look-alikes were not uncommon in the late 70's.  everyone wanted to cash in on Star Wars (as seen above).  What sets this piece apart, if the auction post is to be believed, is that this particular piece of dubious jewelry was offered by Avon!  I suspect this was the case as they commonly sprinkled non-cosmetic consumables amidst their beauty product offerings each month.  I guess it had not occurred to anyone back then to simply seek a proper Star Wars license and really get a new cash cow.  Or cash bantha as the case may be.

Action Figure FAIL! #1
This is a special sub-feature to the Odd eBay segment which will be included only when something that fits the category perfectly crosses my path on eBay.  The title and concept were suggested by Mrs. JediCole when I first told her about this feature.  As luck would have it I stumbled upon something that seemed to fit the bill.

Essentially Action Figure FAIL! will showcase a toy or action figure auction that fails miserably in some way.  The core concept was to illustrate how wrong many sellers get the products they are selling - touting Buck Rogers figures as "rare Star Wars toys" or coupling He-Man with a pile of accessories from G.I. Joe and BraveStarr.  In this case it is not the seller's offering so much as the way in which a silk hat is put on a pig AND it is entered into the Miss America pageant!


Ladies and Gentlemen!  The Thing as Michigan J. Frog!

Okay, so you have your rip-off Mexican bootleg figurine of the Thing.  You know that it is not a classic vintage figurine but a more modern remake that is completely unlicensed and (technically) illegally marketed.  What do you do?  You OWN that!  Not only does this seller freely admit the origins (for which I give him a tip of the hat for his honesty and sincerity) he staunchly defends this particular piece for its uncharacteristic workmanship!  He accurately points out that such knockoffs are generally poorly made with terrible materials and no attempt being made to clean up any excess plastic from the molding process.  It is the fact that such flowery phrases as "shows off the great sculpting" and "rather nice in and of himself considering who made him and where".  This is a bit of what is known as "polishing the turd".  Only Leni Riefenstahl could have done a better job of packaging something terrible in an a form that makes it seem somewhat appealing!

This one is a fail in that the figure being offered is not only a knockoff but also looks like Benjamin J. Grimm is not only now the Ever-Lovin' Yellow-Eyed Thing, he has also joined Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and the whole Loony Tunes gang in their opening song and dance number!  That and the arbitrary $34.99 opening bid price.



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The Apocrypha #1 - One Hell of a Letter!



Welcome to the first installment of a new humor feature for The JediCole Universe.  I often tell people that I "dabble" in writing.  While more often than not any given writing project becomes part of a vast collection of incomplete manuscripts and voluminous notes and drawings, a few find their way to completion.  One of my favorite types of writing is a kind of stream-of-consciousness writing in a humorous vein.  To showcase some of my work of this variety I have created The Apocrypha as it seems an appropriate title for this work. 

What follows is a piece I wrote back in 2000 for my self-published mini comic Genre.  The anthology comic featured comic stories and art by myself and various friends and included this story in the the book as kind of palette cleanser between the various illustrated features.  It is time it enjoyed a much larger audience than it did as a comic that almost no one has ever seen.  Perhaps in the future I will reproduce some of the comic stories from Genre on this site. 

The original concept came from a conversation about some aspects of classical Greek mythology and the role of Heracles (or Hercules if you prefer the Roman) in a great many of the sagas.  Naturally I had to take things in a skewed direction that led to me committing it all to paper a few days later.  While much of the story is based on my own foreknowledge of the myths, I did not research specifics so if there are any folklore and mythology scholars who happen upon this missive I apologize in advance.

Please feel free to post your thoughts on this story and look for more humorous tales in the near future.


Cause and Effect in Hades
A Memo From Hell



INTEROFFICE MEMORANDUM

TO: MASTER HADES
FROM: ARCHELLERON, WARDEN OF TARTARUS
SUBJECT: HERACLES' MOST RECENT "VISIT"

    
     As you are no doubt aware, your nephew has again graced your realm with his dubious presence.  I really must formally protest this latest intrusion.  You have to speak to your brother, Lord Zeus about his son's behavior and unscheduled visits.  With this in mind a full report follows of Heracles' exploits during his time in the underworld and the aftermath thereof.

     Heracles arrived in Hades in the late afternoon through one of the too numerous subterranean tunnels (an issue I have addressed in the past and will not dwell on at this time).  As is so often the case when the living arrive at the River Styx, Heracles needed only pay Charon the requisite fee and he was across with full access to the various realms, most specifically the one in my care.  Granted, I do not hold Charon personally responsible.  He is a most efficient boatman, but ultimately little more than a vending machine.  Place the proper fee in his hand and your passage is booked.  Lacking a brain (which undoubtedly rotted out Milena ago), our good ferryman lacks the cognitive ability to discern the living from the dead.

     Once on the opposite shore, the living are generally devoured in short order by your loyal guard dog Cerberus.  However, upon catching wind of Heracles' scent, he promptly tucked his tail between his legs and beat a path to the lower caves!  It appears that Cerebus' recent abduction from the shores of the Styx to the court of King Eurystheus had a far greater impact on the animal than anyone had imagined.  This of course left Heracles with an unopposed path to the realm of Tartarus. 

     What followed was perhaps the most dreadful crime yet perpetrated on Hades by this dreadful demigod.  Losing no time, he proceeded directly to the cliff face upon which Prometheus was justly imprisoned.  Breaking the criminal free of his bonds and escorting him promptly out of Tartarus and Hades as well.

     This particular infraction has no doubt reached you attentions, hence the lack of detail in this portion of my narrative.  What stands at issue now is the effect that Prometheus' absence has had on Tartarus.  The great eagle charged these many years with the daily task of devouring Prometheus' liver arrived to find the staple of his diet conspicuously absent.  Not content to skip a meal, the tenacious bird of prey began to search for a suitable substitute.  Accustomed to encumbered individuals, the enormous eagle soon found Sisyphus, at the time midway through his daily task of uphill boulder rolling.  Harassed by the hungry bird snapping rapaciously at his back, the hapless Sisyphus lost control of his monolithic burden.  What followed was a horror unparalleled in all of Hades.

     The boulder, now no longer directed, rolled perilously down the hillside at great velocity, crushing to pulp both Sisyphus and our highly trained, liver-pecking eagle.  However, the losses were not limited to the infamous hillside.  Unhindered, the giant stone continued to roll across the plains of Tartarus until it came to rest in a nearby pond.  Unfortunately, the pond in question was the receding pond devised to torture Tantalus.  The result was that the retracting fruit tree nearby was splintered, the waters of the receding pond were irreparably displaced, and Tantalus, of course, was subsequently flattened.

     In the aftermath of this transgression, my staff and I have devised a pair of suggestions that should be implemented at your earliest convenience.  First, I request the employment of a giant or Cyclops to screen new arrivals to Hades before they board Charon's ferry.  This would allow a dual line of defense against the encroachment of the living.  Secondly, in order to salvage some good from this tragedy, I request that the next prime criminal remanded to my care be condemned to clean up the dreadful mess on the hills and plains of Tartarus, only to have the entire event replayed the following morning, requiring his janitorial services anew.

     As you know, we in Tartarus take great pride in the torments we prescribe.  The loss of not one but three inmates in the course of an hour has taken a devastating toll on morale.  I believe that the implementation of these suggestions will have a most positive effect.  I thank you for your attentions to the details of this recent tragedy.



The Super Geek-Out Super Special #1

Hey kids!  It's time for a Super Geek-Out!  Yes at last the collaboration between The United States of Geekdom and The Midnight Movie Cowboys will see the light of day!  Or at least be heard. 

While the first episode of this new podcast has yet to be posted it will follow hot on the heels of this one I am sure.  This "Super Special" is far too topical to await the arrival of its chronological predicessor.  Think of this as the Giant Size X-Men #1 that launches the X-Men #94 that is Super Geek-Out.  You need a special edition to get things rolling before you get into the regular material.  Mrs. JediCole, Stu, and I are joined by our special guest Nick Poblocki this outing.  What sets Super Geek-Out apart is that we do use a little more "adult language" than on the USG podcasts, though not overly much, and while it is a joint effort between two shows, the mix of cast members will be ever-changing depending on who is available to "geek out" when we record.

I have taken a minimalist approach to illustrating this particular post as I do not want to give away too much of the content.  It would detract from the thoughtful nature of the discussion that you will hear on this premiere episode.  So now that I have made this sound like listening to a recorded geology class lecture I assure you that this Super Special is a whole lot of fun.  And to kind of clue you in on the topic...

There is More to JediCole Than Star Wars


No, really! For one thing there actually was a time when there was no Star Wars. In those pre-Saga days my first love was dinosaurs. A love that exists to this day. I cut my teeth on classic dinosaur cinema from oversized monitor lizards sporting prosthetic sail fins to animated fare from greats like Willis O’Brian (King Kong) and Ray Harryhausen (Valley of Gwangi). And then there were the dinosaur figurines of my youth. The best were produced by Marx and came in various colors from flat “hospital green” to vivid “screaming yellow”. So you can imagine my thrill as an adult when Michael Chrichton’s Jurassic Park was adapted to the big screen with the best dinosaurs in cinema history!

And then there were comics nearly as far back as I can remember. The earliest “collection” was a big grocery bag full of assorted comic books a babysitter once gave myself and my brothers to keep us busy. It was probably the best possible tactic to dealing with three young boys as I suspect we were far too enthralled in our new four color library to be the least bit of trouble. These were the days of reading a comic over and over until it finally fell apart from use. The days of piling your collection into a red wagon to take to a friend’s house to swap for some of their comics. The days when 7-11 was your comic book shop. And a comic did not garner the same price as a fast food meal! Damn I am sounding like an old geezer!

Growing up we also had G.I. Joes. Back when a G.I. Joe stood a masculine 12” in height, wore durable cloth uniforms and gear, sported a fuzzy cropped hairdo and beard, and sometimes a Kung-Fu grip. The Action Team were outfitted with an array of military ordinance and vehicles that were often beyond cool. We used to make parachutes and hammocks for our Joes out of old sheets and spend countless hours in the backyard leading them on dangerous missions.

Of course there was that fateful summer of 1977 when Star Wars exploded onto an unsuspecting movie-going public and subsequently changed everything. Especially for me. But that is just a brief mention in keeping with the chronology of things. But this is not an article about the influence that movie (and those that followed) had on me and who I am today. So we shall just move along now.

After Return of the Jedi had come and gone from the theatres and some years later when there were no longer any toys to be had I went back to my roots. I discovered the new smaller G.I. Joes that took their cues from the scale of the Star Wars toys. And about the same time I discovered Kenner’s Super Powers action figure line. Martian Manhunter was my first Super Powers figure and Snowjob the first Joe I purchased. For several years these lines filled in a major gap in my collecting life during the years when there were not Star Wars figures on the market.

My taste in films also goes well outside the realm and genre of Star Wars. My personal collection of home video is a testament to that diversity. The titles range from art film to pointless fun movies that have no technical merit whatsoever. David Lynch’s The Elephant Man shares a shelf with the bizarre Japanese movie Infra-Man. There are James Bond films, movies from the Thin Man series, several Akira Kurosawa masterpieces, and Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure!

While I no longer actively collect comics, I was an avid collector for many years. I maintain a healthy library of trade papberbacks and other collected editions featuring story arcs from Superman titles, groundbreaking titles like Watchmen, Marvels, and Crisis on Infinite Earths, and even a Sam & Max collection.

Then there are the “books without pictures” (a.k.a. novels) that grace the shelves. Nearly every Michael Chrichton novel, every Tarzan and John Carter Warlord of Mars book, the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy saga and a number of other individual works by a variety of other authors. Not to mention a number of “making of” and “art of” books on certain movies, the Life in Hell series of cartoon books, and my personal reference library.

Finally I would point out my lengthy podcasting career. Granted it did have its origins in a Star Wars vein (VaderCast), but since then I have been a co-host on Amazing Comicast, United States of Geekdom, and the soon to be released Super Geek-Out. It is within these pursuits that I have really been able to explore just how varied the aspects of my fandom have been over the years. And in the process I have discovered so much more that appeals to me. While Star Wars has been a major part of who I am for over three decades, it does not (apart from my moniker) define me.

The purpose of revealing all of this about myself is to illustrate that, like me, this site is not strictly about Star Wars. Needless to say there will be Star Wars related content, but that is not my sole purpose in creating this web page. Hence the name, The JediCole Universe. As time goes on you will find that this particular universe has many facets that each become little worlds of their own. You will find informative articles, witty larks, engaging interviews, and anything else that crosses my infamous Ever-Ticking Brain!

JediCole Houston
Jedi at Large - jedicole.com


Yeah, I know it is still mostly Star Wars.

What the Hell is Half-Ass Productions?

Certainly a compelling question!

Begining in 2008 Half-Ass Productions became a part of my efforts at All-Con (game shows, talk shows, etc.).  While the name certainly spoke to the how prepared I usually seemed (to myself) for the events I was hosting, it really did not become official until shortly after All-Con 2007.  On a trip to the dollar store to pick up some supplies I passed a display of Easter merchandise near the front of the store.  I gave this only a passing glance, but enough to notice a box of vinyl farm animals that were inexplicably classified as Easter fare.  There were cows, chickens, donkeys, horses, and ducks.  It was the donkeys that stuck in my mind as I headed down the aisle.  Soon an idea began to form and I had to double back and pick up one of the donkeys. 

The idea was based largely on recognizing that these toys were made of hollow vinyl.  With that in mind it would be an easy thing to cut one in half, creating a "half ass".  Looking around the store I found a round candle tray to act as a base (a two legged plastic donkey will not stand on its own after all) and I was ready to roll.  Once I was home I used a heavy duty box cutter to carefully slice the little donkey in half and super glued the front hooves to the metal base.  Thus was "HAP", the official mascot of Half-Ass Productions born!  I would return to the store later to buy several more donkeys to cut in half.  These were given away at the various productions I put on at All-Con, one at each show, to a lucky audience member.  Each time HAP was brought out  at the opening of a production he was a hit and the source of a lot of laughter.

While I continued to use the Half-Ass Productions name at All-Con in 2009 I managed to forget to bring HAP along with me for the show!  This was a mistake I rectified in 2010, though in the mean time HAP had become a fixture in my studio.  So for 2011 there will be a "stunt" HAP produced (I actually have two spare donkeys I bought just in case) that will become the official show mascot while the original will remain at home. 


In 2011 all of the All-Con game shows, talk shows, and other productions that I am personally producing will fall under the Fandom at Random/Half-Ass Productions banner.  Fandom at Random in tribute to the club of the same name I founded some years ago with Half-Ass Productions being a fitting title for all of my own endeavors.  As the year progesses I plan to expand the use of Half-Ass Productions in a greater number of efforts, but as there is now an official banner on the All-Con website I felt it best to explain why that linked to this website.  And now you know the story of HAP!  I hope to see you at All-Con.

By Way of Introduction...

Welcome to the JediCole Universe, a.k.a. jedicole.com

The purpose of this site is several fold.  The primary being that I felt that it was time I had a place of my own in the online world.  A place where everything I am involved with can be found under a single banner.  As you will discover in the coming weeks and months (and hopefully, years), there is a lot I am involved with and it really all needed a common home.  With this website that home finally exists. 

As time goes on there will be some changes here and there to the layout of the site but for the most part this page will be the springboard from which you can explore all of the various aspects of my life that I wish to share with the world.  First and foremost is The United States of Geekdom, the podcast I have been a part of from its first episode to the present day.  While my plan is to indroduce my own personal podcast on this site in the near future, I have no plans whatsoever to give up my spot on the USG.  So nothing to worry about there.  But you will soon be hearing a brand new show, JediCole's Open Mic Night.  But that is a little ways in the future yet.

What other aspects of the JediCole Universe can you expect to discover here?  Here is the short list:

  • The Convention Awareness Project Texas (CAP! TX)
  • Star Wars Justifications Revisited
  • The Dollar Store Project
  • Adventures of the Mighty Placeholder

And those are just the things I am willing to reveal at this early stage.  There is so much more I have in the works, but then I often say I have more irons than fire.

I would also like to take a moment to thank my good friend and USG co-host Andrew Farmer for helping me get this project off the ground from the standpoint of the look of the website and any near-future changes in the layout and presentation.  And a special thank you to Todd Carlton as well for getting the web address registered and linked in so that it can be found with ease.

Welcome to the JediCole Universe.  It doesn't look like much (yet) but it's got it where it counts!