AH! Cover Run

Mike Fountain replied to my last post with a link to artist Frank Cho's sketch of The Scarlet Witch. This guy latches onto Cho like he does with Justine Greiner, some Playmate from about 1982. Well, the guy I enjoy for his good girl art is Adam Hughes, who recently was the subject of the book Cover Run, which includes all of his covers for DC since 2003, as well as some commentary, as well as early covers from random magazines in the 90s. This, then, is AH!, and between you and me and Fountain's stack of  1982 Playboys, how the hell Catwoman is supposed to be running with breasts that size baffles me. (Power Girl has had large breasts since 1976, when her breasts were created by Wally Wood. He kept making them bigger over the course of a year.)

A Happy Coincidence

I found a pleasant surprise awaiting me and my big bowl of vanilla ice cream in the wee hours of last night. Just hours after my post on Batman and Robin Bondage, I turn on the SciFi Channel and see Catwoman. But, no, its Julie Newmar in white ears in an episode of THE TWILIGHT ZONE, playing Miss Devlin in an episode called "Of Late I Think of Cliffordville." Some fat guy makes a deal with the female devil to go back in time and the only problem I see in the script is that there was no oil to be found in Indiana in the 1930s, two things the episode centers around. It got me thinking, though, how this episode, with the pointy ears, might have gotten Newmar to be the first choice as Catwoman. (I will always have a fondness for Julie Newmar, because she was the subject of my first R-rated dream as a child of seven or eight). Well, jumping from my private recollections to Batman's fetishes, I present the following, as you can see above. Adam West saw no interest in Newmar's costumed ass because he was keeping in character with the Batman of the comics, who we all know loved getting dry humped by a goat while the Joker filmed it on 8mm...

Do Not Mistake Coincidence For Fate, i.e., Living La Vida Loca!

That first line was something Mr. Eko said to John Locke on LOST and it does (kinda) tie in here. While I was unemployed in the spring of 2006, making tiny amounts of money from my royalty checks and posing with my cerebral palsy "look" for a medical stock photo place up north, I came across my guilty pleasure. Everyone has one. Maybe for you its Miller High Life, the Champagne of Beers, or sweet, sweet octopus love. For me, back in that cruel winter just two years back, I started watching DANCING WITH THE STARS. Stop laughing. I watched because of Stacy Keibler. Those who know me know that any woman who has a cleft in her chin or swears in Polish can have my heart. I never knew about dances like the posa dobre, but to see Stacy tango or cha cha, gaah. Well, they ran the top ten dances from the first five seasons tonight--please note that I have not watched the show since Stacy came in third, and will not unless Abe Vigoda or Bob Newhart cowboy up for the slow dancing--and hours later I still cannot get that damn Ricky Martin song out of my head. Mother of mercy, save us. The top photo is Stacy and her professional dance partner, Tony Provolone or Toblerone, something like that. Then there's more Stacy, then there's Stacy as Catwoman, and then...there's Catwoman from the comics, Selina Kyle as drawn by Adam Hughes, holding a mug shot card with The Numbers (from LOST and my last post) on them. Coincidence? When I went to Google images, I never expected to find Catwoman Stacy on the 1,400 pages I, ah, randomly checked. Then when I went to find a funny ending for this post, hoping for a shot of Abe Vigoda as Catwoman (or maybe Poison Ivy...oooh, the possibilities), I cam across the artwork posted. Coincidence? Fate? Determinism? Reality-check? (As in, Wayne, you are never going to meet her, hell, you won't even meet Abe Vigoda OR Bob Newhart, either, so let it go already). Yea, yea, yea. Still hearing that song in my head, though. And...well...