Manic Monday--The Only Habit Worse Than Comic Books?!?

 No, I have no idea what "tuff" means. This is a comic book blog, not a 1970s surfer lingo blog!

Anyway...

This is an interesting cartoon. It appears on the next-to-last page, deep in the dozens of pages of ads that filled the back of the Warren magazines. It was drawn by Frank Frazetta, and GCD says it was written by Archie Goodwin.

There's no indication in the ad that this was sponsored by the government, or an anti-smoking group. Is this just an editorial stance by Warren? Then why bury it? Did they have a sudden shortfall in ad sales, and needed to fill the space?

Anyway, it's a pretty true ad--smoking is one of those vices that nickel & dime you to death, without your realizing it. Those figures above are true at 1971 cigarette prices, which were roughly 33¢ per pack, before any state or local taxes. Today, Michigan has one of the highest tobacco tax rates, so a pack per day of even cheap cigarettes here is going to run you over $1800 per year!

So, save money, get a surfboard, get a Frazetta-babe in your arms? Hell, who wouldn't give up smoking? [Note: the surfboard portion of this might have less appeal in, say, Kalamazoo, or Omaha, or Des Moines, or...]

Man, thank heaven I don't have any habits that suck hundreds of dollars out of me in small weekly doses...

Hey, I can stop anytime I want!! I'm not addicted--I just enjoy them!!

[No, that's not my collection. It's far too well-organized.]

From Eerie #31 (1971)

The First Deadpool Story?!?

OK, everyone done with vacation and holidays? All settled back in to the old routine at school or work?

Good, good...then are you...READY TO HAVE YOUR MIND BLOWN!?!?!?!

We're ready, Uncle Eerie!

Holy Breaking The Fourth Wall, Batman!! Are we in a Deadpool story, or what?!? Is this Multiversity #0?!?

Your may now proceed with your normal week--if you dare!!

From Eerie #36 (1971), by Steve Skeates and Esteban Maroto

Manic Monday--I Don't Want To Go To Work Today...

I hate Mondays.

I really, really do not want to go in to work today.

What, you mean I have to?

Well, then...

Sorry about that. But I really do hate Mondays...

From Eerie #34 (1971)

Friday Night Fights--Dream Team Style!!

We have Olympic fever here at Slay Monstrobot!!

I mean, were else can you get teams deliberately throwing badminton matches, officials fixing boxing matches, whiners accusing winners of doping...all in the name of flag-waving nationalism?!? And don't forget...horse dancing is a sport!!

Anyway, for reasons that cannot be adequately explained, basketball is a summer sport for the Olympics, so we also get to hear great gnashing of teeth when the U.S. team doesn't win by enough, and sniping from former Dream Teamers that this incarnation isn't very good, kvetching about who should and shouldn't have made them team...seriously, when you're a Monstrobot, this kind of evil is a once-every-four-year treat!!

But, this is also a Friday, and we have Friday Night Fights to worry about. So, in keeping with the Olympic spirit, we have to ask the sporting question: what will Olympic basketball be like, oh, 88 years from now?

Oh, yes, Deathball!!

In this game, it's the Earth team, led by LG-3, versus the aliens from Bellatrix!!

But LG-3 is informed just before the game that retirement is being forced upon him by the owners. Still, LG-3 is not going quietly into that good night:

And just so you gentle readers can understand how damaging basketball can be in 2100:

So it's the tip-off!!



Oh, that had to hurt!!


OUCH!!



He's giving 110%!!

He doesn't know the meaning of the word quit!


Yee haw!!

But the Bellatrix aren't going to stand there and take it...


Take that, team that dares to be from elsewhere!!

Of course, LG-3 couldn't take them all by himself...

But he should be happy, knowing that his death changed basketball forever:

Spacebooger would accept Deathball if LeBron were playing on the losing side...

The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat are brought to by Bill Mohalley and Nicola Cuti (story) and Dick Giordano (art) in Eerie #88 (1977)

Now is the time for you to vote for me, because like gymnastics or synchronized swimming, winners should be judged by arbitrary subjective standards. And I can spread the graft around as any Azerbaijan boxing federation...