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“Super-Detective of The Nether World”

Fero, Planet Detective:

In his first appearance, Fero is described as a scientist of the occult, a super-detective of the nether world, who is the one man who can thwart the evil doings of vampires and werewolves that have invaded earth from Pluto. Fero’s later adventures had him working on cases involving more standard criminals.

Fero operated out of an office in New York at some point in the distant future. He was a skilled detective and a good fighter. He did not seem to carry any weapons, but did wear a “ray proof jacket.” He also had pills that allowed him to temporarily transform into a giant ape-like creature with superhuman strength. He owned his own interplanetary ship, full of scientific equipment, including a device which could record images of a person’s memories.

I am currently fascinated by the treasure trove of comic characters that are in the public domain.

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Mon-El Times Three

My subconscious decided to offer me a strange gift this weekend, in the form of a particularly vivid dream where I was leaving old jobs I’d once held – Clearly, this week being my last for both SpinOff and Comics Alliance is weighing on my mind more than I’d realized – and all of my old workmates were preparing individual parties to say farewell, with each workplace chipping in to buy me a going away present. So far, so sweet, you might think, and you’d be right. Except for this strange detail: Each of the three workplaces had chipped in to buy three separate but identical action figures of the Legion of Super- Heroes character Mon-El.

Now, I’m a pretty big LOSH fan, I’ll admit, but quite why my subconscious chose one of the more bland characters from the series as the gift chosen by seemingly everyone for me, I may never know. Now, though, I’m almost hoping for a Mon-El in the mail before the week is over (Although I’d prefer a Darkseid or Mister Miracle).

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Take One of These Tablets and See Me in The Morning

Since the rise of the Internet, print media — most notably newspapers — have faced a big problem with younger readers. But according to a new study released today by the Pew Research Center and The Economist Group, when you look specifically at the devices they love — the smartphones in their pockets — young adults rival or even surpass their parents and grandparents as news consumers.

According to the report from Pew’s Project in Excellence in Journalism, 37 percent of smartphone owners between the ages of 18 and 29 get news on their devices daily, along with 40 percent of smartphone owners aged 30 to 49. Those are slightly higher than the equivalent rates for 50-64 (31 percent) and 65-plus (25 percent). Among tablet owners, news consumption numbers were broadly similar across age groups, with 50- to 64-year-olds being the peak news consumers.

From here.

I admit, I read the Guardian, Slate and Talking Points Memo daily over breakfast on a tablet, and sometimes the Oregonian, too. Pre-tablet, my news consumption was far lower.

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Heartsick and Rambling

I could try to explain it, but I’m sure I would fail. There’s no words that I could come up with that would even come close to describing the sheer terror of hearing that your son is in a place, or your child’s in a place, where there’s been violence. You don’t know the details of that violence, you don’t know the condition of your child and you can’t do anything to immediately help them or protect them. It is a powerless and terrifying experience.

From here, a parent of a student at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newtown, CT talking about hearing about the shooting this morning.

News like this just derails everything else; I find it hard to think about other things, to care about what I’m supposed to write about, and so on. It’s exhausting, horrible, unthinkable; describing it as “powerless and terrifying” is something that fits most people’s experience with the news, I suspect. I think that’s why the response on social media that I’ve been tracking has been do… vitriolic, for want of a better word. We don’t want to accept our powerlessness, so we’ll rail loudly about gun control and the lack of mental health care and other (important, worthy) issues, because at least then it feels like we’re doing something.

(That said, to everyone who says things like “Now is not the time to talk about gun control”: No, now is exactly the time. There have been two mass shootings in a week. What other sign do you need that this needs to be addressed?)

(Also, I feel simultaneously aghast at, and jealous of, those who seem to be perfectly capable of having a normal day on Twitter today, making jokes and going “Woo!” about things. Would that I could do the same.)

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He’s The Non-Entity With All The Toys

I was 8 the first—and only—time I spoiled Santa for a believer. My parents had come clean about the Santa myth to me a year or two earlier because I was offended that the jolly geezer didn’t care about me, a Christmas carol-singing Jew from the northern Chicago suburbs. Why did he only leap down the chimneys of my Christian friends? What had I done to deserve this prejudicial treatment? My parents finally cracked, and I was relieved. My friends weren’t more special than me after all!

I knew, of course, that most kids my age were not privy to this knowledge. Possessing the secret made me feel deliciously superior. I understood the cruel, complicated world a little better than my third-grade buddies.  Unfortunately, my newfound sophistication didn’t enhance my secret-keeping abilities.

From here.

I had Santa ruined for me when I was… Five? Four, maybe? Young, I remember; a friend came over on Christmas Day to show off his toy haul, and when I attempted to show him what Santa had brought me, he laughed at me for even mentioning Old Saint Nick. “There isn’t a Santa! It’s just your mum and dad pretending!” he told me. On Christmas Day.

Ah, the casual cruelty of youth.

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All Around Us

A random thought about the last few daily photographs I’ve blogged: I really like empty space, don’t I…? Hmm. Entirely unintentional, but interesting (to me) to note, nonetheless…

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And We’ll Keep On Fightin’ – Till The Ennnnnnnd

So, this random discovery today made me happy:

Not only is Wait, What? – the weekly(ish) comics podcast I do with the fantastic Jeff Lester – the first result on the iTunes store if you search for “Wait, What?” (I know, not entirely surprising, but bear with me), but apparently individual episodes of the show entirely dominate the podcast episode results. We are the kings of the podcasting.