Jack Kirby’s hot take on a #Dalek

Discussion here:



The circumstantial evidence for the Dalekness of Orikal includes- its speech pattern, identical to comic book versions and some book version of how-Daleks-talk; it is from another universe; the reference to the eternal time stream, the pattenr on its indistinct arms is somewhat like the globular hemispheres on a Dalek casing, and indeed reducing the body to its simplest outline it is less a crouching figure and much more distinctly pepper pot shaped…

1966 saw the release of a Dalek movie in America, and Kirby was a voracious consumer of media, especially off the wall media. Also this was the period when Marvel tried to set up a British base, and in the course of that exchange it is virtually impossible to think that no Doctor Who information appeared on their radar. It was the summer of not just the Beatles but also Dalekmania!


#Pepe the Frog, #Kek the Frog God, #Trump the #Lightbringer and #Chaos magic


DC Comics: original trademarkable IP from the very beginning.

An Original 27 X 41 One Sheet poster for the 1932 African jungle documentary film based on Martin Johnson’s illustrated book “Congorilla” published by Blue Ribbon Books in 1931. Martin Johnson, a Kansas native and legendary explorer, directs this real-life safari adventure film. This seventy-two minute feature chronicles he and his wife Osa’s two year trek into the pigmy villages of the Itura Forest located deep in the Belgian Congo. They capture on film wild animals such as the rhinoceros, zebra, elephant and of course the legendary gorilla in their native habitats and even have some wild and dangerous encounters with fierce hippos and crocodiles. Critics agree “Congorilla” was the very best African safari documentary of its time.  Not only did it accurately depict to worldwide audiences what the African environment looked like in the 1930’s, but it also predated Ernest Hemingway’s 1935 adventure-hunting book “Green Hills of Africa” and likely inspired he and his second wife Pauline’s visit to Tanzania in 1933. Given the widespread reception of “Congorilla”, one could certainly argue that without this documentary film Hemingway would not go on to write “Green Hills of Africa” one year later. “Congorilla” was produced on an extremely low budget in comparison to other mainstream Hollywood features of the 30’s such as Frankenstein and the Wizard of Oz making posters from the Original release of “Congorilla” scarce and virtually non-existent.  This is the only Original American 1932 release One Sheet poster we have ever seen on this film. The stone lithograph artwork of the gorilla (the Johnson’s favorite animal) is spectacular and a real visual treat to see up close in person. This poster was complete and in Very Good condition prior to being linenbacked and now displays Very Fine. Extraordinarily rare and sought after. Linenbacked.


Tony DiTerlizzi, Never Abandon Imagination \ Artistic Process \ Owlbears, Rust Monsters and Bulettes, Oh My!


About this time last year, I recalled a set of toy dinosaurs and monsters that I had played with so much that their toes and tails broke off. These poorly molded plastic beasties were purchased at our local Variety store in the early 1970’s. They came bagged under the label “Prehistoric Animals”.



Though they were odd – even silly-looking by monster standards – there was something endearing about them. Soon, they became the perfect creatures for my Micronauts to discover or my plastic cowboys to combat. Some years after our playtime adventures had concluded, these creatures reappeared in another adventure of mine by means of paper, pencil and twenty-sided dice.


You see, during that time that I was playing with these “Prehistoric Animals”, somebody else was playing with them too – a fellow named Gary Gygax. Gary was using them for a game he was developing called Dungeons & Dragons and his book, the Monster Manual, contained pen & ink renditions of these creatures within its pages.

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Greg Stafford on Fantasy

“Fantasy is not so much a suspension of disbelief as it is an acceptance of our own unconsciousness. Fantasy is as old as man, beginning back in our animal history when someone had the first abstract thought. In our Western society, empirical data and rational thought have become the touchstones of experience. This is worse than cutting off half your body. The fantastic is easily half of the universe, whether you count galaxies and nucleotides or court a demon in a pentacle.”

– Greg Stafford.


The Deadbeat Doppelganger of the SS James Carruthers

The SS James Carruthers was a Canadian Great Lakes freighter built in 1913. The Carruthers was built at Collingwood, Ontario by the Collingwood Shipbuilding Company. The ship was owned by the St. Lawrence & Chicago Steam and Navigation Company of Toronto, Ontario, with the official registry number 131090. The hull number for the Carruthers was 00038.

The James Carruthers was a steel hulled, propeller driven lake freighter. She was 529 feet in length, 58 feet wide and 27 feet deep. The gross tonnage was 7862 and the net tonnage 5606.

The Carruthers was lost 9 November 1913 on Lake Huron during the Great Lakes Storm of 1913. The crew of 22 perished with the vessel.

By the evening of Tuesday, November 11, there were still several unidentified bodies in the Goderich morgue from a few different vessels. Thomas Thompson of Hamilton, Ontario scanned the corpses for signs of his son John, a crewman aboard the James Carruthers. Thomas saw one body who looked a lot like his son. The facial features and hair color were identical. The corpse was missing an eyetooth like his son and had a tattoo of J.T. on the left forearm. Several scars and a birth defect (the second and third toes of the feet grew together) convinced Thomas Thompson that he had finally found his son John. He arranged to take possession of the body and notified his family.

Meanwhile, in Toronto, John Thompson read newspaper accounts of the great storm and saw his name on a list of the known dead. Thompson had not accompanied the Carruthers on its final voyage. Instead of immediately wiring his family, young Thompson leisurely took a train to Hamilton to explain what happened in person. While John dawdled, his father Thomas had purchased a coffin, somberly watched as a grave was dug, and made funeral preparations for his dead son. Once in Hamilton, John still inexplicably wandered around town, visiting a friend who advised him to return home at once. Young Thompson walked into his family’s house while the wake was in progress. Mrs. Thompson, after the tremendous shock, was overjoyed that her son was still alive. Thomas Thompson was angered beyond belief at the debts incurred and shame, and yelled “It’s just like you to come home and attend your own wake, and you can get right out of this house until this thing blows over!” The young man whom Thomas Thompson mistook for his son remains unidentified to this day; he rests with four other unknown sailors in Goderich, Ontario.

-Dwight Boyer, True Tales of the Great Lakes. Cleveland: Freshwater Press, 1971.