T-shirt #183 - Sky Diving Survivor

T-shirt #183 - Sky Diving & a Survivor

I am considering today the halfway point for my year of blogging about T-shirts. With 365 days in the year, the halfway mark is technically 182.5, which falls between yesterday's post and today's.

I dedicate today's post to surviving. My shirt commemorates my survival from my one skydiving adventure. But I also feel that the shirt celebrates my survival of cancer, which is what provided the impetus that began the blog project in the first place, 183 days ago. And the shirt borrows the logo and theme of the CBS television show Survivor, which also saved my life, in a sense.

The pictures of me in this shirt were taken by my wife on Saturday the 14th of September in Royal Oak, Michigan where we had lunch.

SKY DIVING

I am not sure when I went sky diving. I am thinking it was in 2001 or 2002. The research needed to verify this fact is not worth the time. It's close enough.

I did a tandem jump with an experienced jumper. My friend Jason Atkins and his sister also jumped for the first time that day. We tagged along with a science prof from K-College, who was an avid jumper. Jason was working at Kalamazoo College at the time. We jumped from the Napoleon Skydiving Center.


Here is the site for the NAPOLEON SKYDIVING CENTER.

I was surprised by the plane. It was a small prop plane. The passenger area was stripped of everything. There were no seats. It was just a plastic and metal capsule attached to wings and a propeller.

The pictures of the current plane in use (the Cessna Grand Caravan) shows seats, so I guess people eventually asked for benches or seats of some kind.

A tandem jump is one in which you are strapped back-to-front to an experienced jumper. The plane takes you up to 13,000 feet. We were told not to stall the jump. When it's time to go, we go.

I was not really nervous during the ride up. Once at 13,000 feet, the ground below is very abstract. My fear of heights did not affect me.

When it was time to jump out of the plane, I went to grab this metal rod above door, just to collect myself for a second or two. I wasn't nervous. It was more of a deep breath before the plunge kind of moment. But the experienced jumper would have none of it. He removed my hand and pushed us out of the plane.

I think we got to experience 60-90 seconds of freefall before it was time to open the parachute. Freefall is adrenaline-fueled excitement with a deafening rush of wind all around. But once the chute is released and opens, everything goes incredibly quiet. I had never heard such quiet before. There's no bugs or other people or cars or anything that would make noise at that height. There's just silence and stillness. If I was not with another jumper, I might have also experienced the solitude and peace that people must feel as they float downwards. Though my partner was not chatty, so he did not spoil the experience with unnecessary talking.

I don't have any pictures of me in the air as I did not buy the photo package, so just a photo of me on the ground after.

The nerves kicked in as we came within a couple hundred feet of the ground. When we first open the chute, we're at maybe 5000 feet. I am not sure how much distance we cover in freefall, but I think that's about right. At 5000 feet, the world below is still very small and abstract. But as we glide in closer and detail becomes more apparent, then my fear of heights started to take over.

The whole jump takes maybe five minutes at the most and possibly less.

Though floating on the chute is serene and peaceful, we're still coming down at a fairly good speed. The speed is not apparent until we approach the ground. Once we started to get closer, I could see how fast we were covering those last few hundred feet. My partner had instructed me about flaring the chute as we approached the ground, but even so, given how fast we came in, I did not retard our speed enough, and I ended up sliding on the dry gas and landing on my butt. Though not too hard. He helped slow us enough that our landing was clumsy but not injury causing.

Immediately, I wanted to go up again, but I couldn't afford it. Though I can understand why people do it. It's an experience I will never forget, though I am not sure I will ever do it again, especially now that I am married.


BLOG SURVIVOR

I am also a blog survivor. As I shared earlier, here I am at the halfway mark for the year. Honestly, I was not sure I could make it here. At first, I was not certain I had more than 183 shirts. After I made it through the first month or two, I began to realize that I had A LOT more shirts than I thought I did, even though I had purged a couple of bags of old shirts back in January.

But even more than the shirts, I was concerned about the writing. Not only was I afraid that I did not have enough to say to fill up this much blogging, but I was worried that I would not be able to do it EVERY DAY. This is the toughest thing about the blog; THE DAILY THING. And so, some days, like Friday the 20th, I need to cheat because I cannot always make the time to finis the blog entry in the day, and if I am not sufficiently ahead, then I post an incomplete entry and finish it the next day, which is what I am doing right now. I posted this Friday the 20th, which is its set publication date now, but I am typing right now the morning of the 21st. So, I have to cheat. But not often. This may be the fourth or fifth time only. I try to prevent these cheats from happening.

Beyond the daily commitment to posting, I am also trying to develop sufficient content to provide value to my regular readers, my occasional readers, and even you, who has stumbled across this blog at random for the first time. When I started, I did not understand how this blog would evolve and what themes it would serve. This evolution continues to progress, and I am trying to vary the lengths and the subject matter. But I am still amazed that so much content has poured out of me. I consider myself a verbose person, but this is really A TON of text in the last 183 days.

As always I am deeply honored and incredibly grateful to have so many readers who find my blog worth their time. Once again, my heartfelt appreciation and thanks.

CANCER SURVIVOR

Even though I just addressed this subject the other day, I felt it had a place on today's entry because of my survivor theme. I am just going to repeat the text from Wednesday's blog: T-shirt #181.

One of those other things is something I should have mentioned Monday, which is that on Monday (9/16) I celebrated my one-month post surgery date as a cancer survivor, 100% cancer free. The last check was the PSA which was within two-hundredths of zero, so that's essentially zero. I am not back to full activity. After getting back on the ultimate field last week, I am going to try getting back on the bike today and see if I can make the one mile ride (each way) to WMU.

THE CBS SHOW - SURVIVOR - SAVED MY LIFE

Though I may open up myself to mocking with this confession, I do not care. I love the TV show Survivor on CBS. I have watched every episode in all its 26 seasons (though I have not yet watched the debut episode from Wednesday of the 27th season Survivor: Blood vs. Water).

Survivor debuted on May 31, 2000 when my mother was in the ICU at Bronson, where she had been since March of that year recovering from the bacterial meningitis that paralyzed her. Within a couple of weeks of the debut, she moved to Mary Free Bed in Grand Rapids where she recovered for another three months. After spending days with her at Mary Free Bed, I would come home (once a week) to watch the new episode of this interesting new TV show: Survivor.

The show gave me something to focus on completely outside of my mom's recovery and how her near total paralysis would completely change our lives once she finally did come home. I needed the distraction. I needed something else to think about.

Over the years, I have found more reasons to watch Survivor, but it has a special place in my heart because of when and why I started watching in 2000.

SURVIVAL STORIES

In the recent issue of Men's Health magazine, which I enjoy despite its more gratuitous and stereotype endorsing content, I read a great article about survival and heroism. There's plenty of content online, but here's The Washington Post article.

JOHN RIGGS SAVES FAMILY

Riggs swam five miles to the nearest land mass, Deal Island,  in Chesapeake Bay after his family's small skiff capsized in a storm that came up on them suddenly. Amazing story. Inspiring.

If you are interested, you will find more amazing stories in the book Deep Survival by Laurence Gonzales, which I strongly recommend.

DEEP SURVIVAL - BOOK NOTES

“Survival is the celebration of choosing life over death. We know we're going to die. We all die. But survival is saying: perhaps not today. In that sense, survivors don't defeat death, they come to terms with it.”
― Laurence Gonzales, Deep Survival: Who Lives, Who Dies, and Why

The author begins by telling us the story of his father, a B17 bomber pilot – the flying fortress – during the Second World War. While conducting a raid on Dusseldorf, his plane was hit in midair by a shot from a German flak, which cut the left wing in two and killed nine crew members on the spot – out of ten. With his plane spinning around, pinned by centrifugal force, seriously wounded, he failed to grab his parachute and jump. He remained imprisoned in the cockpit for a six kilometer descent while the plane was cut in two. Then he fainted. When he came to, he was on the ground, and looked out at the world through the shattered window of the cockpit. He whole body was in agony, and a piece of the cockpit had penetrated his leg. A German farmer was standing in front of him, his gun pointed at him – at that time, they did not hesitate to kill American pilots from time to time. The German fired.

He survived. He was taken to a prisoner camp, then freed at the end of the war.

Laurence Gonzales’ interest in survival began when his father told him his story. The fact that he lived while so many others died fascinated him, and he wanted to understand, with the help of his interest in science. When five people were shipwrecked and only two came home, what was it that made the difference? Who survived the Nazi camps? Why did Robert Falcon Scott die during his expedition to the North Pole and Roald Amundsen survive? Why was a 17 year old adolescent girl the sole survivor to escape in the Peruvian jungle, while the adult victims with her in an air crash died? Why can some people survive the worst psychological catastrophes, like divorce, death, layoff, serious illness, while others suffer terribly? In his quest, he discovered principles that he tells us about in his book. Follow the guide.

The above excerpt is taken from BOOKS THAT CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE - DEEP SURVIVAL .


On survivors of tragedies and life: “Good survivors, like good wives, husbands, and CEOs, always consider the bleak side of things, too. They plan for them and have an earnest hope that they will manage. But they do not care overly much that they might not. They accept that to succumb is always a possibility and is ultimately their fate. They know safety is an illusion and being obsessed with safety is a sickness. They have a frank relationship with risk, which is the essence of life. They don’t need others to take care of them. They are used to caring for themselves and facing the inherent hazards of life. So when something big happens, when they are in deep trouble, it is just more of the same, and they proceed in more or less the same way: They endure.”
                                                                                          - Laurence Gonzales Deep Survival

MY SURVIVOR STORY - an excerpt

I have always been fascinated by stories of survival. Swiss Family Robinson is one of my favorite books. I loved Stephen King's The Stand, up until it was no longer a book about survival. This is why I also love things like The Walking Dead. Destruction of the status quo, rebuilding from the wreckage, and survival after an apocalyptic event fascinate me.

And so, I am working on my own novel for the YA market about young people surviving an apocalypse. Here's an excerpt from what I hope will be the beginning of the book.

SURVIVAL - an excerpt - christopher tower

When I was five years old, bad dreams scared me awake at four in the morning. Frightening nightmares would have sent most children running to their parents’ bed, but I had a mission. I felt the truth of what I had seen deep in my bones. I had to save my family.

I slipped out of bed and quietly made my way downstairs in the dark. Street lights shone through gaps in our curtains; our furniture cast imposing shadows across the floor. Even with my heart pounding wildly from the dream, I could make my way through our townhouse blindfolded and ear-plugged. As I neared the first night light along the stairs to the first floor, I hesitated. I did not want to touch it. But it had to come out. It was not safe. I yanked it out of the wall and dropped it to the step as if it was a hot coal.

As I crept down the two flights of stairs from my third floor bedroom, I plucked the other plug-in lights from outlets. I did not go through every room, not yet. I passed phones and lamps in the first floor hall way. A clock hung above the doorway to the kitchen, but I left these alone. I would come back for them. The kitchen hummed with powered appliances: refrigerator, coffee maker, microwave, wine cooler. Other appliances lay dormant but were no less dangerous. I made mental notes as I headed for the back steps and the door to the garage workshop.

Though I was only five, my father and grandfather had already been teaching me about tools. I liked the non-powered ones best. Dots of light from battery pack chargers glowed throughout my grandfather’s workshop. I counted seven. I tried to ignore them, even though they made me very nervous. I climbed up on the work bench and snagged the heavy-duty wire cutters off the peg board. Grongy, my baby name for my grandfather, kept a stack of boxes in one corner. I also found a pair of gloves with rubber coating for better grip, just one more thing to keep me separated from the electricity.

As I came back into the house, I slid the boxes to the middle of the kitchen floor. They whispered across the tile floor like a secret. I would need them in a minute. But there was one item that scared me the most, and I would start with it.

Leaving the kitchen through a different door and moving silently down the back hall, I came into the family room and faced the centerpiece: the large TV and entertainment center. I did not like it. I had never liked it. Unlike my brothers and sisters, the DVD player was not my babysitter.

Gripping the TV’s cord with the rubber beads of the glove, I yanked it from the wall, and then I snipped off the plug with the wire cutters. Once free of the wall, I tried to heft the large screen TV off its base, but it was too heavy for my small child body. However, the other devices were not, and I quickly snipped all the cords and freed DVD players, VCRs, and cable boxes and all sorts of things that I only knew by name but had never used.

Energized by my success with the entertainment center, I moved about the house and cut the cords of every machine that used electricity: computers, bread makers, toasters, stereo equipment, the washer, the dehumidifer. There were a lot of things I couldn’t disable with the wire cutter. Table and floor lamps were easy, but the ceiling lights, the dishwasher under the counter, the built-in microwave, and some other things were out of reach.

No one in the house woke as I collected as many of the things in the boxes as would fit and started carrying them upstairs. My parents and dad’s parents lived in a five-story townhouse in Chicago. My grandfather Grongy owned the whole thing, so I had been on the roof before helping with caulking or other maintenance. Back then, the fourth and fifth floors were only used for storage, so I began assembling everything in the fourth floor hallway before carrying it all to the roof. Once I had enough of the deadly machines in the hall, I went up the back stair and pushed open the door to the roof, which had swelled with the humidity of the Chicago summer. I did not have to worry about being quiet that far up, and once I put my shoulder into it, the door popped free.

I am not sure how long I spent carting the stuff to the roof, but no one woke the whole time because I was little, and I was quiet. The roof was flat and wide, so there was plenty of room for stuff. I had the two boxes plus over two dozen other machines that would not fit in the boxes: two computers, a stereo receiver, two small TVs, a portable CD player, a power saw, a portable heater, and many more items.

The TVs worried me the most. I started with a black one with a built in VCR. I pushed it off the roof, using the alley-side of the house so there was hard pavement directly below but no street or lawn. The TV went off like a bomb when it hit the alley, its internal tube shattering and its metal and plastic casing smashing into hundreds of pieces.

Knowing that the TV would never hurt anyone made me feel a little better, but I knew I still had a lot of work to do. I had lined up all the equipment along the roof’s edge. One by one, and as quickly as I could move, I slid each machine off the roof. A few, like the computer monitors, were a little heavy, but I had managed to carry them up to the roof, so I just pushed with my legs and leaned my weight into them, giving them enough push to clear the roof.

I am not sure if the crash of the first TV woke my family or the successive explosions of all the other appliances. But whatever did it, they all went running outside rather than coming to the roof. But by the time they spilled out of the house, I was finished with my work on the roof and was running full speed for the first floor. While they were trying to figure out what had made all the noise, I ran back to the family room and hefted a sledge hammer that I had left on the floor. I needed to smash the big TV since I could not carry it to the roof, but I had saved it for last rather than starting with it and waking everyone. The hammer was almost too heavy for me to lift, but I used two hands as I had seen my father do. My first swing just stuck in a hole with a plunk, but with my second swing, spider-webby fractures blossomed across the screen.

By the time anyone found me inside the house, I had moved onto the biggest computer monitor that I had not been able to budge and was smashing it to smithereens. I was pretty strong for a five-year-old because of the things I did with my father and grandfather: Babo and Grongy.

My oldest brother found me first and caught the hammer mid-swing, wrenching it free of my grip.

“No! No!” I yelled. “It’s going to kill you! It’s going to kill you all!”

By this time, my other brother and sister had run into the room with my grandparents and parents.

My brother had set aside the hammer and was trying to hug me while I struggled. Frustrated and inconsolable, I was sobbing hysterically,

“I am saving you all from these killing machines,” I choked out between sobs, gasping for breath. “I am the only one who can. You have to let me finish. All these things will kill you. I watched it happen. I watched it!”

I was pretty precocious for five years old since my parents sent me to an accelerated preschool, and I was already speaking two languages – English and Vietnamese – and reading in English.

Once they calmed me down, I tried to explain that I saw them use these techno-contraptions far too much.

“Bana,” my baby name for my grandmother, “sits watching her shows all day,” I explained, still trying to catch my breath as my sobs subsided. “And you’re all at the computer all the time. And I saw it. I saw what happens. They’re going to kill you. And I couldn’t let that happen. Who would take me for adventure walks? How would I get to camp in the summer? I don’t want to be alone.”

They tried to make me understand that what I had thought I had seen had been a dream and that dreams were not real.

But I wasn’t convinced.

I knew what I had seen.

The dreams weren’t real then, but they would be.

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In closing, this is just fun. :-)

KHAN QUOTES MOBY DICK (SORT OF)

Khan quotes Moby-Dick

"…To the last, I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart, I stab at thee; for hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee."
- Moby-Dick, quoted by Khan Noonien Singh
(…)
During his exile on Ceti Alpha V, Khan Noonien Singh read Moby-Dick as he became immersed in his own desire for revenge on James T. Kirk. During his search and battle with Kirk, he quoted lines from the novel. While some are direct quotes (such as the line above), some were modified from the original. For example, Khan’s stated “I’ll chase him round the moons of Nibia and round the Antares maelstrom and round perdition’s flames before I give him up!”
The original, from the novel’s thirty-sixth chapter, is “I’ll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition’s flames before I give him up!”

Memory Alpha is pretty incredible website.

- chris tower - 1309.20 - 22:09 + 1309.21 9:00

T-shirt #127: Legion of Superheroes Logo

T-shirt #127: Legion of Superheroes Logo

How cool would it be to belong to a club of teenaged superheroes?

In the future.

FAR in the future, like 1000 years in the future.

In which every superhero has special and unique powers.

And it's a club SO BIG that it has a waiting list (the "reserves"): The Legion of Substitute Heroes.

It's the LEGION OF SUPERHEROES.


AND membership provides each hero with a ring that lends the wearer the power of flight and a special force field to be able to fly in space while breathing Oxygen magically produced from the tiny gadget while keeping the wearer safe from the vacuum and cold of space by some other magic technology provided by the ring, which, like many uniforms features a cool logo, the team logo of THE LEGION OF SUPERHEROES (and, no, this is not technically a run-on sentence).

I want to belong to that club.

I had to buy this seven-figure PVC figurine set when I saw it solicited in Previews, featuring the original three founding members of the Legion in their original costumes (Saturn Girl, Cosmic Boy, and Lightning Lad) as well as four of the earliest members in their original costumes. The box mirrors the Legion's original headquarters, The Legion Clubhouse, which was a rocket ship that crashed in Kal-El (Superman's Kryptonian name) Memorial Park where it became a tourist attraction until the Legionnaires discovered that it was a second supply rocket equipped by Jor-El of Krypton and launched to follow the rocket that carried Kal-El to Earth. Later, the clubhouse was nearly destroyed in a battle with the Fatal Five and the Legion relocated its HQ. The old rocket ship was refurbished and served as an HQ for the Legion of Substitute Heroes.

One thing about the Legion of Superheroes that drew the attention of fans is the relationships between the large cast. Many of these relationships were only hinted at in the original Silver Age comics. The Legion developed a huge and rabid fan base. Large, more vocal, and with greater subtext on which to focus than any other fan community, the Legion fandom were so intense and devoted that they alone kept the Legion published when the general comic book readership had abandoned it as a goofy, throwback to the 1950s and 1960s with heroes sporting very silly names that ended in "Boy," "Lad," "Girl," or "Lass."

In fact, the Legion fan community was so devoted that many came to produce Legion comics, starting with Jim Shooter who wrote his first Legion script at the age of fourteen, soon  becoming the regular writer on the Legion comic. Longtime fan Paul Levitz may have logged the most issues and the most defining run in Legion history aided by great artists like Mike Grell, Steve Lightle, and Keith Giffen. Starting in 1989, other fans straight out of Legion fandom, Tom and May Bierbaum, took over writing Legion comics and did some work that was inscrutable to most readers and yet much loved by some of the hardcore Legion fans (like me). The Bierbaums were very active in the exclusive APA (Amateur Press Association - see my T-shirt #61: Nightwing for more explanation of what an APA is) Interlac, named after the International Galactic Language of the Legion era, which is 1000 years in the future.




Interlac and The Legion Outpost fan club are the holy grails of comic book fandom.

Legion fans are very fun and interesting people as seen here in a "Cos Play" photo.
I may be a fan, but I don't do Cos Play.
Not that there's anything wrong with Cos Play. Just not my thing.
Some of my bets friends do Cos Play.

Okay... whatever. Shutting up now.

Photo to be found via : http://www.flickr.com/photos/patcave/5011972641/

COOL LINKS
DC-Wiki - Legion Entry
Legion WIKI
Regular Wikipedia Entry for the Legion
List of all Legion Members

TOP TEN FAVORITE LEGION OF SUPERHEROES CHARACTERS

1. Wildfire
2. Dawnstar
3. Element Lad
4. Sun Boy
5. Shadow Lass
6. Timber Wolf
7. The White Witch
8. Lightning Lass
9. Chameleon Boy
10. Cosmic Boy

Honorable mention: Matter-Eater Lad. I have to give him an honorable mention because the idea for the hero is so ridiculous. He eats anything and everything.

The list of names will not mean much to people who are not comic book fans and have some experience with the characters. For instance, in the image to the left, Dawnstar has the wings, Wildfire is in the extreme foreground at the bottom (you can see his shiny visor), and Timber Wolf is in the lower right corner right below Shadow Lass who is the dark colored woman to Dawnstar's upper left (her left is our right).

COVER GALLERY
I tried to find the earliest Superboy and the Legion of Superheroes comic I won in an online image but that will have to wait for a future posting as there are more Legion shirts (big surprise). But I did find a few of the earliest covers (#201, 204, 205, and 207). I own plus some others that I like and may inspire others to investigate this Legion thing.

- chris tower -1307.26 - 19:06

T-shirt #104 - Silver Surfer, Daredevil, Black Panther

T-shirt #104 - Silver Surfer, Daredevil, Black Panther - ZAZZLE!

I came upon this T-shirt in an Internet hunt for a shirt featuring the Black Panther, which I found elsewhere.

In my quest, I also found a shirt featuring THREE superheroes at ZAZZLE! (See it at this link!)

Black Panther, Daredevil, and the Silver Surfer all on one T-shirt??

How could I resist?





I could not. So, obviously, this is a newly owned T-shirt, which just arrived in the mail not too long ago (a week or two, such is my time ahead on the blog).

I barely escaped ZAZZLE without going completely superhero shirt buying  crazy as the company has produced a whole series of shirts featuring trios of characters, such as ...


Phoenix, Black Cat, and Tigra

Falcon, Magneto, and the Vision

and

Spider-Woman, the Wasp, and Psylocke.

I almost bought the one with the Falcon and the Vision, but I was not too crazy about these two heroes being paired with Magneto.

Why the Silver Surfer with Daredevil and the Black Panther? I have no idea.

Also, I cannot identify the artist, but I do like the art. It may be Oliver Coipel.

I invite speculation.





Here, in the photo above,  I am posing with my SILVER SURFER OMNIBUS that was a birthday gift years ago from my dear friend Abigail  "Crabby" Nappier, who just got engaged to another good friend and a super person, William "BJ" Cherup.


DAREDEVIL & BLACK PANTHER: I plan to feature both of these heroes later in the blog (not today, in the future), so I am going to set them aside as subjects for this entry. Plus, the Silver Surfer is the front image of the shirt. He gets the nod.

FLYING: One of the best things about Silver Surfer is his flying "surf" board. This is such a cool feature of the Silver Surfer that I made a new category called "flying" to track all the heroes with flying as a primary ability or TV shows/movies that in some way feature flying prominently. Flying is very important. It's fantasy related. You do know what the Freudians say about flying dreams, right?

Surfing through the air is another level of cool to the flying fantasy thing. Plus, the surf board makes a great weapon.

As you can see in one of the images, I have a little Silver Surfer toy. I also have a much larger Silver Surfer toy, but it's packed in a box somewhere. If I find it, I may update this blog. Be warned!

NEW T-SHIRTS:  I also started a category to track new shirts that have been purchased or given to me as gifts since I started the blog that were specifically meant to be featured on this blog. So far out of 104 shirts, nine of them fall into this category. Two shirts were purchased since the blog began but had been ordered before its beginning and so they did not qualify.

SILVER SURFER: I could write volumes about the Silver Surfer, as he is one of my all-time favorite superheroes. But time constraints both mine (how much time I can devote to writing) and yours (I know people want to see shorter entries) confine me somewhat, though be warned, I may update!

The Wikipedia page is worth your time: SILVER SURFER WIKI.

And, yes, I just donated to Wikipedia. If you use it and use it often, I advocate a donation to this non-profit organization.

The Silver Surfer may seem like a silly concept (the name is silly), but the character is very cool. From the pseudo-Shakespearean angst that characterized his early appearances under the watchful eyes of creators Jack Kirby and Stan Lee in the pages of Fantastic Four to the 1960s solo book written by Lee with art by the great John Buscema (also lauded in T-shirt #21), the Silver Surfer is one of Marvel's most enduring characters and one of its most unique. Jack Kirby deserves the lion's share of the credit for the creation of the Silver Surfer, though some of the most definitive work with the character came about with the Lee and Buscema stories featured in the Omnibus that were originally published between 1968 and 1970. 

There was also a great addition to the Silver Surfer lore with the Epic Comics edition by Moebius and Stan Lee published in 1988 and 1989. I have a still from this short series at the end of today's entry.

The Silver Surfer has appeared in many comics over the years and has enjoyed several incarnations of his own solo series, too (sorry for not listing all the great creators who have contributed to his ongoing story).

NEEDS HIS OWN SERIES! Like the Black Panther, also on the shirt, and others heroes soon to be featured on this blog (notably Doctor Strange), the Silver Surfer is very deserving of his own series, which he does not currently enjoy.

Far and away, the Silver Surfer was the best thing about the two Fantastic Four movies, I have video with clips to feature posted here on today's blog entry.

VIDEOS: I am also featuring two other cool videos with today's feature because they do more with the Silver Surfer and his coolness than I can do with words. 

Enjoy!

And beware of updates to this entry.

And happy engagement to my friends Beej and Crabby, who soar like the Silver Surfer. I know, I know. Corny.

SuperHeroes - Silver Surfer Intro Video

Birth of the Silver Surfer Video

Thor vs Silver Surfer and Galactus-Full fight Video

AND now for something completely different: EARTH UNAWARE by Orson Scott Card.
I just finished reading this book, and though I always post my reviews to Good Reads, I decided to include my blurb review here, too.

Despite his political and religious beliefs, causing him in some ways to be a bigot, I have always liked OSC's work and do find him to be overly pedantic in his fiction, either the fantasy stuff or the SF stuff. I have read all the Ender universe books, and I am excited that he is filling in the early days prior to Ender's Game and telling the story of the first Formic War. It's good stuff, even though he conscripted a co-writer, though I know some people have written him off due to his anti-gay rights bigotry. I get that. And yet, I am too invested in his world building and characters to stop reading now. I know I must accept hypocrisy in some things. This is one of them.

That's all for now.

- chris tower - 1307.03 - 14:20

T-shirt #101: Jetsons

I know Noel has his eyes closed, but my
sister's smile is nicer in this one. 

 T-shirt #101: Jetsons & Family - part one

Today's blog post is dedicated to family. I have a second upcoming post about family as well.

Upon working on the blog, one of the neat things I discovered is that there are intersections of shirts and people. For instance, when a friend visited from out of town, I took the opportunity to feature a Star trek shirt, an interest we shared: T-shirt #81; when having breakfast with my friend Chris Dilley I wore a shirt that I could connect to the subject of friendship: T-shirt #54; and I have twice featured pictures of my parents: T-shirt #69 and T-shirt #41. See? The T-shirt blog is nothing if not self-referential and in touch with its own history.










In composing the entry for T-shirt #69--dedicated to Space Ghost--I had wanted to feature a picture of my parents and a picture of my sister. But as fate would have it (or the gremlin who lives in my phone), the HTC Evo ate the picture of my sister, and so I was left with just featuring my parents, again. Not that that's a bad thing. For those keeping careful records, I did mention my intention to pose for a shot with my sister in T-shirt #69.

The occasion to get a picture with my sister and as a bonus with her husband, Noel, came at the most recent family gathering: a combination Father's Day and birthday celebration at my parents' house. (My father turned 78 on June 26th 2013.)

I purposefully grabbed a Jetsons shirt, which is another Hanna-Barbera creation, like Space Ghost.

My sister has always been an important part of my life, and we watched a lot of Jetsons and other Hanna-Barbera products together. She was born when I was seven years old, so I had enjoyed years of being an only child  before she came along. I was never sorry my parents had another child. We were very close growing up. My sister is a wonderful person, and I am very proud of her. She and her husband just bought their first home; her faith in God is strong and a source of inspiration.

Her husband Noel is obviously very good for her, and after over ten years of marriage, they seem solid and in love.

Noel won me over when he was too choked up to get his wedding vows out easily at the ceremony. He loves my sister, which makes him highly regarded in my book.

One of the aspects that makes the Jetsons so great is family. The Jetsons are a family. There's an allure to stories about families, and many of my favorite TV shows from my formative years were about families: The Jetsons, The Munsters, The Addams Family, The Herculoids, the Fantastic Four, The Beverly Hillbillies, Good Times, All in the Family, The Brady Bunch, The Partridge Family, and to a lesser extent, the Flintstones. (I was never a huge fan of the Flintstones.)

There's more than schedule-programming going on here. We are being programmed to place a great importance in family. Or maybe our culture's high regard for the family unit is reflected in these media products. Surely, something like the family unit and the importance of having a family unit is not an idea that the media needed to create. This idea existed prior to shows like the Jetsons. And yet, much of what I think about families or more importantly what I EXPECT of families comes from these TV shows that model families and how they function, shaping our expectations and behaviors.

The Jetsons appealed to me particularly strongly because it was a futuristic family with flying cars, high-rise homes, robots, and all sorts of advanced gizmos. Elroy was cool. I wanted to be Elroy.

I am frequently amazed when I research one of my beloved childhood media products to find out things I did not know, such as The Jetsons originally aired from 1962-1963, and given my birth year, this means I watched all of it later in reruns.

................................................UPDATE......................................1307.18......................................

Slightly ahead of the news feature with my own posting:

CBS SUNDAY MORNING NEWS BIT ON THE JETSONS

"Everything about "The Jetsons" was space-age cool. And in 1962 when it first debuted, it all seemed oddly possible. From suits to make us fly, to colonies on the Moon -- even pneumatic tube transport. The Jetsonian future -- the year 2062, to be exact -- seemed full of promise. Just ask Matt Novak, a self-described Jetsonologist.Novak tells Cowan that he agrees "The Jetsons" is "just a cartoon, and I totally understand and recognize it. But as a parody show, I think it's important." He analyzed all 24 episodes of the original series for Smithsonian Magazine, making the case that despite being a half-century old, "The Jetsons" still sets the bar for what we expect."The Jetsons represent this retro-future, but in a lot of ways, a lot of those elements still feels very futuristic to us," Novak said.......After all, gadgets are still only as good as the people who use them, even in the year 2062."

 via @CBSNews

That's all for now. No great catalogue of Jetsons lore, though I will leave you with a top ten list for those who love the top ten lists.

TOP TEN LIST OF FAVORITE HANNA-BARBERA PRODUCTIONS

1. Space Ghost
2. Jonny Quest
3. Atom Ant
4. The Herculoids
5. The Jetsons
6. Fantastic Four
7. Wacky Races
8. Super Friends
9. Birdman and Galaxy Trio
10. Moby Dick and the Mighty Mightor

HONORABLE MENTIONS: Yogi Bear, QuickDraw McGraw, Top Cat, Scooby Doo, Hong Kong Phooey, Harlem Globetrotters, and Josie and the Pussycats.

The Jetsons Intro

"Jane! Get me off this crazy thing!!"

I wanted to name Satchel after the Jetsons'
dog: "Astro."

-chris tower - 1306.30 - 17:46

PS and update: I forgot to mention that this shirt was a gift from my parents for Christmas in 2010.

T-shirt #90: Quisp

T-shirt #90: Quisp: little, sugary flying saucers

The other day,  I eschewed brands and logos in the entry for T-shirt #87; however, I had forgotten that I owned this shirt featuring the cute, little alien from the Quisp breakfast cereal.

Quisp was a breakfast cereal made by Quaker Oats starting in 1965, very similar to Cap'n Crunch in taste. I always thought of the cereal as being shaped like little, flying saucers because of the alien mascot hence the garish title line that I colored in pink and green. Quaker claims that the cereal is shaped like Qs (as in the letter) though I have seen the shapes described others as flying saucers, too. Either way, the "crunch corn cereal" will fill you with "QUAZY energy," according to the box's text.

The advertisements for Quisp were created by Jay Ward, an animator who had worked on the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon (one of my favorites). In both 1972 and 1976, Quaker ran a competition between two of its cereals, asking fans to vote on which cereal would remain on the shelves and which would be discontinued. Each time Quisp beat Quake and Quangaroos, respectively, to remain in production.

Though sales began to fade as the '70s also faded and Quisp was eventually discontinued, its frequent return is further proof of the power of fandom, crying out for the cereal of their youth. Quisp has returned once a decade since the Seventies.

Quisp became the first cereal for sale on the Internet starting in 2001.

In the 2000s, Quaker sold a commemorative watch via the Quisp website (now defunct).









Marie Javins, a longtime blogger (also a comic book creator), writes about the watch on her blog
NO HURRY IN ... (now Jersey City)  AFRICA
in 2007.





Here are some good QUISP resources:

QUISP ON WIKIPEDIA

QUAKER QUISP: HOMETOWN FAVORITES

EVERYTHING YOU COULD POSSIBLY EVER WANT TO KNOW ABOUT QUISP

QUISP RETURNS TO STORE SHELVES - 2011


Today's blog entry on Quisp could inspire me to create an entire bevy of entries dedicated to 1960s and 1970s products.

Does anyone remember Funny Face drink mix?

Check out THEY ALWAYS COME BACK for more information.


VINTAGE QUISP AND QUAKE CEREAL COMMERCIAL FROM THE 1970s

PS: I also loved King Vitamin and the old standby: Cap'n Crunch.

- chris tower - 1306.19 - 7:36