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El Hombre Mas Rapido Vivo!
Jul 24th
I saw a Spanish FLASH cover on Facebook today, and that was the sub-title. It’s amusing me more than it should. I suppose it doesn’t sound funny if you speak Spanish, but I don’t, so it sounds funny. For those not in the know, The Flash is “The Fastest Man Alive!” so I assume that’s what the above translates too, but according to Babel Fish, it translates to “The Alive Fast Man But!” But online translators tend to suck, so…
Anyway, I came across the cover because I’ve been in a Flash mood today. I had forgotten how much I like that guy (or rather guyS, since there are a billion Flashes, all cool). Before the Great Comic Purge, I collected him fairly religiously, starting regularly with Waid’s run, but then going backwards to volume 1, managing to get most of those as well. One of my earliest introductions to the Flash was FLASH #346. I’m not sure where I got this issue, possibly from the same place I got the other two I reminisced about previously. While #257 was apparently also in my life, I would have to blame #346 for sparking my desire to collection volume 1 issues, if anything just to see how THE TRIAL OF THE FLASH turned out! (And if I recall correctly, it turned out oddly, but that’s besides the point.)
Here’s what I THINK I remember about the issue that struck my young brain as entertaining:
- The Flash was on trial for murder. What the heck? Superheroes murder? Superheroes get arrested? Gah!
- The Flash’s lawyer wanted him to reveal his identity on the stand. Oh no!
- The Flash has a new face and doesn’t look like Barry Allen anymore!
- His old face got beat up really badly by a mace(?) weilding supervillain, so he got it fixed at Gorilla City. Superheroes can get beat up? No way!
- The villain Flash supposedly killed shows up at the end with a big splash page, and not only does he have The Flash’s powers, he wears his costume, only with reverse colors! (My love for villainous opposites officially begins here!)
Of course, it turned out the returned Professor Zoom was really Abra Kadabra, and that one of the fat jury dudes was really The Flash’s supposed dead wife Iris, and then she and The Flash end up moving to the future where they live happily ever after for a few weeks, and volume one of THE FLASH is over.
Here are some reasons to love The Flash:
- The guy has one power (speed), but uses it so diversely that he makes guys like Superman seem like lazy chumps. Not only does he run faster than lightning spit, but he can shift his molecules to pass through objects and shrug off physical attacks, create whirlwinds with his pinky, absorb vast amounts of knowledge via speed reading and travel through time courtesy of his cosmic treadmill invention (and later, under his own power)!
- Speaking of time travel, he does that. A-lot. And I like it because I dig time travel, even if it doesn’t always make sense.
- His roster of villains is second only to Batman. Heck, they’re so cool, they have a name…The Rogues! (I didn’t say it was a clever or original name, but still!) And two of them come from the future (see previous point), so that’s also cool!
- He has his own museum. Quicksilver doesn’t have his own museum.

- The Flash isn’t just one person, oh no…it’s a legacy! There seems to be a Flash for every generation, from WWII all the way up to the 853rd century!
- He’s so fast, he answers all his fan mail personally.
- The Flash is the ultimately wish-fulfillment. Both Barry Allen and his prodigy, Wally West, wanted to be like The Flash when they grew up, and they got their wish! (Both bizarrely struck by lightning in the same lab with the same chemicals, but hey! that’s 60’s DC for ya!)
- He told off Green Arrow once, which is cool because I don’t particularly like Green Arrow.

- Barry Allen ushered in the Silver Age of comics books with SHOWCASE #4.
- The Flash seems more fun than most superheroes, possibly because when you move faster than the speed of light you don’t have to worry too much about death and stuff. Not that he hasn’t come close the death, of course, and actually Barry DID die for a good while there, but it seems like most adventures don’t pose much of a threat. More cerebral challenges, than anything else.
- And my brand new reason, as of today…he’s officially FASTER THAN SUPERMAN!
Okay that’s just a stupid Fanboy reason, but whatever! Hey, if you’re only power is speed, you’ve gotta be able to beat Superman, otherwise what’s the point of your existence? It’s also a fresh development that will probably get proven wrong by the next Superman writer to come along, but oh well.
And now for some inexplicable reason, I feel like slamming Superman some more, so here:
And here:
The End.
One If By Land, Two If By Sea
Jul 7th
And apparently it was two, at least according to NATIONAL TREASURE, which I watched again last night. Man The Girl loves that movie. Good thing her next husband, Nick Cage, is getting weirder looking in his old age, or I’d be worried.
(So how does everyone else format their titles? Online-wise, I’ve generally done the ALL CAPS THING, but maybe that’s garish and italic would be easier on the eyes, or bold perhaps, or maybe both? Thoughts? Maybe it depends on what kind of title I’m typing about. Maybe I should look it up in that fancy formatting and grammer book I have floating around somewheres. )
Went to a “party” that turned out to be more of a get-together in Santa Cruz with in-laws for The 4th. Swam, ate a ridiculous amount of food. Like a TON. And that was apparently just appetizer because after I couldn’t eat any more, they brought out the actual food. Gah. But it was good and I didn’t have to eat again for 48 hours, so it worked out. Went home while it was still daylight and crashed early. Or tried to anyway, as I ended up tossing and turning on the couch until about 4am. Didn’t see any fireworks, but that was fine, I’ve seen them before and still had the “joy” of hearing them all night. Otherwise, uneventful weekend spent with The Girl and no kid, which was nice. Not that The Kid isn’t nice too, but the mini-vacation felt good.
Listening to the Michael Jackson funeral in the background. Someone’s talking nice things about him, not sure who. Funny how the press and famous people have been about trashing the “child molesting freak” for the last decade or so, but now that he’s dead, it’s all about how awesome he is again. I bet he faked his death and is living on Celebrity Island or something. Good for him. Man he was big when I was kid. I forgot how big. I used to break dance at lunch in grade school. THAT’S how big he was. I have a scar on my thumb from the time I really stupidly tried to cut the fingers off a pair of cotton gloves with a kitchen knife. THAT’S how big he was. It’s a trip to see all the old footage and videos and stuff, seeing back in the day. My uncle was asking a car full of us a couple days after he died whether he was really that big or not (not out of sarcasm or pessemism or anything, he honestly didn’t know) and I got to thinking…um…YES! I had forgetting how YES he was, but yeah he was everywhere. He was the King. Oh well. R.I.P. Michael.
Someone just sang his favorite song SMILE, (I’m betting the format of a song title should be different from a movie title?) which of course is a great song, but I had no clue it was written by Charlie Chaplin. Please someone revoke my Useless Geek Trivia Knower license.
Funny Books
Mar 19th
It smells like comics today. I say or think that often, especially around this time of year. I’m not sure what comes first, me thinking about comics and then the smell, or the other way around. It’s probably the weather. It’s comic convention weather. It’s “riding my bike to the local comic shop after school with my backpack straps digging into my arm pits and my no-longer-needed jacket tied around my waist” weather. Most days I’m cool with my decision to quit, but some days I feel the jones. Days that smell like this, in particular.
So just for fun, here are the first two comics I remember owning: Detective Comics #527 and The Flash #257. (I just realized right now that the numbers are virtually the same, only the first two inverted. Crazy.) I did not buy them. I believe they were given to me by an aunt or some other collateral relative. I also think there were more than just these two, but these are the only two I remember with any sort of clarity. They had a bumpy, water damaged feel to their covers. I remember really digging Batman art, but was confused by why Robin was a blond (didn’t understand there were more than one Robin and the Robin featured in this issue was an up and coming Jason Todd). I also remember thinking the super power of the Golden Glider was fairly weird and no match for the Flash. (But what is?)
I do not think either of these comics were my first exposure to superheroes. I watched Superfriends like every other kid. I played “Super Mike” in the backyard sporting the cape my mom made me from extra fabric she had lying around. I woke up at 5am to watch reruns of the West/Ward Batman tv show. (Which I took quite seriously at the time!) But I’m pretty sure these were my first comics, not counting some kiddie Disney stuff or something. When did I get them? No clue. On or after June of 1983 (Detective cover date), which would have made me 8. Sounds about right.
Emanations
Jan 20th
Is it just me or does it totally smell like 80s childhood today? I smell He-Man and Transformers and Star Wars and G.I. Joe and forts behind the levee and movie theaters by K-Mart. And bike rides! Lots and lots of bike rides.



