If you’ve been around the Comics A-Go-Go! site before, you’ll know we pride ourselves on our superb talent for laziness. Whenever possible, we cut corners on our posts to ensure we have as little time dedicated to real research as possible. OK, that’s partially a lie (hey, we do that a hell of a lot on our site too). If it’s something that grabs our interest, we’ll actually waste a ton of time reading up on the topic (although that effort doesn’t usually translate into something profound for you, oh dear reader). Case in point is the previous post on Samaritans. We didn’t know if the Samaritan ethno-religion even existed anymore. When we discovered it did, we tried to find out what was new and interesting about their culture. Apparently not much. Samaritanism is almost a dead sect. And, go find reading material and images about Samaritan women. We wasted over an hour trying to get details on females that practice the religion. Pretty much nada other than the thing we found out about the Ukraianian brides.
Now, now. No reason to get angry. Just breathe and accept Fate. Let it go, man. Let it go. [Note: What the hell?! "...daily savings!" It's supposed to say "Daylight savings!" Aw, phooey. We should probably change it. But it'll take a few minutes. And we just don't feel like it. Ah, the laziness sets in again, all snuggly-like. Mmmm.]
Sooooo, anyway. We’re tired of writing and editing images all the time. We’ve had guest contributors before and we think it’s about time to solicit more. If any of you have any interest in providing content for a post, let us know by dropping a comment below. We don’t even care what it’s about so long as it isn’t completely immoral or useless.
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Holy damn! Time magazine has jumped into the fray and has released variant covers of their April 8, 2013 issue on Gay Marriage. The folks at Image Comics should be impressed. Just wait until the Chromium Holographix Limited Edition cover with Alan Scott and Sam [what's his last name anyway?] is released next month.
Exclusive! This is the extremely rare Time Magazine cover for April 8, 2013 that highlights gay marriage. Only one of these comics exist. Now, that’s rare.
We’ll start you off. Here’s an example from someone that commented a while ago.
Subject line: Glam Rock doesn’t suck. You do.
How can you say glam rock is no good. Glam rock ROCKS!!!!!!! Mott the Hoople New York Dolls Slade David Bowie Roxy Music and more more more!!!!!! [editorial comment: no mention of Gary Glitter]. These R bands that live 4ever!! You suck. You dont have good music taste’s. Only people that [editorial comment: this is a PG-13 site, mostly, so we're going to edit this phrase and just say that the commenter indicated we should do certain things to ourselves and our mothers that we are pretty sure are illegal and painful] dont like GLAM rock!!!!!OK, so we clearly touched a nerve. Well, what can we say? We don’t like the whole glam rock scene. But we respect the desire of others to dress up like drag queens and spew gallons of bombastic music upon those that enjoy that sort of thing.
Anyway, you get the idea.
Well, here we are. Sixteen months after launching an insipid little blog for no other reason than to have something to do with our playtime, we have created more than 300 posts and over 2,600 images. We also just crossed a couple of milestones. Comics A-Go-Go! has been viewed by the mildly curious in 150 counties (thank you Laos for pushing us over the top). Depending on how one interprets the definition of countries and country-ish entities, that still leaves 50-75 that need to get on board (yeah, we’re looking at you Seychelles… we even claimed you as our current address in one of our 
The big number, though, is the 100,000 page view mark. We had no aspirations of getting more than a couple hundred visitors a month, but in the last three months, we are getting more than 250-300 unique visitors and about 400 pages daily. And that number jumped a bit more this month. So, thanks! Come back often. Tell your friends. Tell your enemies — we don’t care!
Anyway, Dr. Doom, as he prefers to be called (although most scholars, including Dr. Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four, don’t acknowledge his diploma given that he earned it from West Szeged-Zhrbkadzrg University which is still not accredited), is mostly known for his attempts at world dominance and his shady real estate ventures. One interesting fact is that his famous iron mask isn’t actually for covering up alleged scars acquired from an alleged industrial lab accident as is commonly reported. It’s actually just an affectation. As one of his former servants confided: “He’s actually a rather handsome chap but he’s very self-conscious. He’s never liked his nose and feels that his cheek bones are too delicate giving him a somewhat effeminate look. Of course, those of us that worked for him at the Doomstadt castle never thought of him as anything other than a man’s man. Um, no, not in that way, actually. That didn’t come out right. Can we turn off the tape recorder and try that again?” It’s ancient history now but the tape recording wasn’t erased and the servant (what was her name, by the way? anyone?) has been missing for some time.
In the mid 2000s, Doom got his mojo on, went into the future and then backwards in time, empgregnated Sue Richards/Invisible Woman and sired a girl named Valeria. It was kind of a messed up time and somehow Victor got involved with some scheme in hell and, bam, Franklin Richards ended up there for a period. It was during this whole crazy time that he discovered the music of Electric Six and chose to make their hit “Danger! High Voltage!” his theme song. He would blast it out of his Doom-mobile as he drove through the streets of Doomstadt, scaring the bejeezus out of the locals. Vic was always good for a few laughs when times were dull.
Another milestone. Somewhere this week we crossed the 25,000 page views mark. Thank you for being a part of that experience. In celebration, we are going to write 2,500 words in this post (which incidentally is our 250th). We will eat 25 raisinettes at 2:50pm. They cost us 25 cents because we bought them off the little girl that lives next door. She wanted more but caved when we told her about our special occasion. She asked for credit in this post so we’ll call her Delilah. She won’t know any differently because she doesn’t read our blog. Apparently she does read 
We’ve visited St. Helena dozens of times and have become kind of a local legend what with our rousing covers of songs by Diamond Rio and Vince Gill. For some reason, the islanders love country music. Check us out at Donny’s in September. As for other things to do, it’s obligatory to go to Napoleon’s tomb in Longwood. We say tomb because Napoleon’s remains are actually still buried at Longwood House in the Valley of the Willows. In 1840, King Louie I asked and received permission from the British to move Napoleon’s leftovers from St. Helena to Paris. The British agreed but we subscribe to the conspiracy theory that what they sent back was a box with the bones of a formerly drunk and presently very dead sailor who fell off a boat and drowned. The Frogs don’t care for this theory as we found out in a fierce argument with a French tourist at Longwood. We said this, she screamed that, and the next thing you know, pop!, fisticuffs ensued. We put up a valiant fight and by rights should have won (we were three to one after all), but apparently not all Frenchies are card tables. A tip of a hat to you, Mlle La Troche.
She’s a survivor. Crohn’s Disease. Cancer. Heart Disease. Early on, she had a major operation that removed a large portion of her intestine. The procedure required cutting through her stomach muscles, which meant she couldn’t support herself until they healed. She had to learn how to walk again. She’s a medical train wreck but she doesn’t compromise her ambition. She wanted to become a dancer and after being told she was too big (i.e., thick) to be a dancer, she dieted, and that triggered a Crohn’s relapse in which her hair fell out and her metabolism blew up. So, the entertainment industry’s horrific impact on the healthy weight of women reared its ugly head again. Jeez. Good health is a tough nut to crack. Don’t be too skinny. Don’t be too fat. What’s a girl to do? Anyway, Anastacia kept going and is now a major pop star … again, outside of the United States. Our loss.
We felt like a bit of Gorillaz this evening and when we searched Youtube, a post for a cover of “Feel Good” came up. This is really good stuff. Josie’s quite a talent. The song starts small, so give it a wait. When she kicks in all of the looping, you’ll be impressed too. And, who knew 17-year-old white girl from the UK could hold their own while rapping? It’s still a bit of a stretch but she pretty well convinced us.
Today’s favorite song post is for Marvel’s Strong Guy. Big he may be but he’s light on the toes when the club music is pumping. Nn-ss-nn-ss-nn-ss-nn-ss. Chaka-chang!
Deee-Lite was a kitchy sort of silliness comprised of DJ/singer Lady Miss Kier who fronted the band, Japanese psychedelic DJ Towa Tei, and Ukranian Super DJ Dmitry. Towa left the band after the first two albums and was replaced by DJ Ani, a lad from Kansas City. Lady Miss Keir was from the miserable east-Ohioan city of Youngstown, so apparently even the Midwest can produce interesting cultural something-or-others. Of course, both Kier and Ani ended up leaving middle America for the happy-happy-joy-joy land of fun in the best city on the planet (according to those that subscribe to the idea that New York City is in fact the best city on the planet).
Who be he? Deadpool is a mercenary. He is a smart ass mercenary. In the movie X-men Origins: Wolverine, Deadpool was played by Ryan Reynolds. Also a smart ass.
Billy was born in 1955 and started his musical career with an early version of a band that ended up being Siouxsie and the Banshees. Ready for another coincidence? Idol’s next band (and the one that helped launch him into solo stardom) was called Generation X. Over in the Marvel Universe, Deadpool has a seven-degrees-or-less-of-separation tie to a Generation X as well, in the form of an X-Men spin-off comprised of a group of mutant teenagers. We would love to write some sort of story around the connection but … whump! our legendary laziness has set in again. Suffice it to say that these sorts of connections are “uncanny.” See that? That’s a play on the X-Men’s titular* adjective. How funny is that? Not much? Yeah, we didn’t think so either. Moving on.
The 1980s had been a special time for Elisa. Hopes, dreams, ambitions, loves, adventures … she had it all. After college, she began a scrappy and rapidly accelerated career as an investigative reporter. For Elisa, the pursuit of the hard story was life juice. Like a lot of journalists, she wasn’t always sure her motivations were altruistic (did she really believe in the creed of uncovering truth, no matter what, or was she sometimes more concerned about getting the satisfaction of nailing a story for personal ambition?). The fact that she questioned her ethics at all was a sign of her core morality — something not common among her fellow newshounds.
It was bound to happen. She’d been warned, by both those that meant to protect her and those that meant her harm, that her flame would burn out very quickly if she strode too quickly and too deeply into the infected underbelly. Her predicted demise, a mysterious murder, was tragic not just for the loss (or at least significant change) of a robust and meaningful life but because it also dropped a heavy hammer back down on the era of openness and decency that was peaking its hopeful and shining head out of the grey mass of detritus suffocating the city.
In corporeal life, Elisa Cameron was tough and hardworking, but she also knew how to have fun. As a young and vibrant college student in the mid 1980s, she would spend weekend nights enjoying a social life with friends and trendy strangers. New Wave music was all the rage and its infectious party atmosphere was hypnotic to Elisa. She frequented the dance clubs in Arcadia’s “City Lights, Sinful Nights” district (a hotspot for Arcadia City University students). The sounds of ABC, Spandau Ballet, The Blow Monkeys, OMD, Simple Minds, Pet Shop Boys, Erasure, and many, many more flooded the clubs and streets. Elisa loved it.
The Furs formed in the UK during the late 1970s and were prominent until the early 1990s. They are probably best known for their hit “Pretty in Pink” the titular theme song for the John Hughes movie (incidentally, Elisa hated one of our Hughes’ favorites,
OOIOO is an experimentalist group from Japan. Their art isn’t particularly accessible from a pop music standpoint so it’s not for everyone, but neither is Lady Gaga who actually performs much more formulaically. We like these OOIOO songs in particular because kettle drums are always a joy and the sound of Japanese women yell-singing amuses us for some reason. We have no idea what they are saying but they just sound like a bunch of kids having a lot of fun. [And knowing our luck, they are singing about tumors and blight. So if it isn't pleasant, don't tell us. Ignorance is bliss and such.]
What the creators didn’t know was that Captain Marvel had acquired the power to detach his dingle all on his own. There was a storyline about it in issue #5 but the title was cancelled before he could show his unique skill. The incomplete pages for issue #5 (very capably penciled by Captain Marvel himself) have been lost although there is some suspicion that they ended up in the hands of Tom Cruise (we chose to malign him because we just saw Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol and, well, let’s just say we laughed a lot when we don’t think we were supposed to laugh). Years after Captain “Split” Marvel lapsed into the dark blur of history, King Missile wrote a song about genitalia separation. When the song came out in 1992, the former Captain Marvel was a retired Brigadier General and was hitting the lecture circuit as a very minor celebrity. As the song gained some traction on the charts, Marvel enthusiastically endorsed “Detachable Penis” in his ill-received memoirs, My Left Foot … Where Were You Last Night?
For our next installment of a Toon’s Fave Tune: Dazzler ♥ My Heart Will Go On (Céline Dion). Because her special ability is to convert sound waves to light, the purer the sounds, the more powerful her energy. Unfortunately, because Céline’s song is an onslaught of cacophony, Dazzler made the dubious mistake of using it in a recent X-Men rumble room exercise and had her ass handed to her by Husk*. Dazzler’s favorite song is particularly danceable but she puts on quite a light show when she’s out doing Karaoke.
Here we see Dazzler’s look get an update in the late 2000s. As a character though, she’ll never shake her roots. She’s still a roller-skating disco goofball. Having said that, as difficult as it is for a character with an unfortunate background to overcome its origins, Dazzler’s got nothing on this schmuck. Seriously? SERSIOUSLY?!!!! But yeah, it’s a toss-up between David Hasselhoff as Colonel Nick Fury (the tough as bull’s balls bad-ass of S.H.I.E.L.D), and the illegal-in-48-states version of 
Case in point: We absolutely loooove the crushing, aggressive sounds of “The Game” by Disturbed. If there’s any song that can get you ready for war, it’s that one. But, instead of being some sort of battle rally for warriors facing off against Orcs, Balrogs, or Newts, it’s a pathetic anthem to misogyny. What the hell? Maybe we’ll send 
And speaking of creepy … Neil Diamond is a peach. His song “Girl You’ll be a Woman Soon” is so overtly inappropriate, it boggles the mind that it is as popular as it is. Stalking is bad enough. Pedophilia is never a good topic for a song … and he knows it (“Well, I finally found what I’ve been looking for / But if they get the chance, they’ll end it for sure.” We actually dislike this song, not just for the lyrics but for the music as well. But, like “
Just the facts: Japanese children’s character introduced in 1974 (and whose trinkets and tchotchkes were found EVERYWHERE in Bangkok when we lived there in the mid 1970s). Like Japanese Knotweed, Hello Kitty invaded our shores not long after her introduction and has crept around making a nuisance of herself. Alright, to be fair, we have kind of a soft spot for her, probably due to the fact that we had a bunch of her paraphenalia as kids and it reminds us of four wonderful years in 
Just the facts: Formed in 1996 in Canada by a group of teenage girls that began a lifelong trek into anger after being cut from a gymnastics team. Most of the parents of the members were part of a folk-singing troupe that encouraged their children’s musical talents although in later years several have come to regret spanking them as toddlers.
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