Oops! Sorry about the name spelling. I’ve known a few Meyers but you’re the first Myers. Also, I can’t spell. really. Dan Quayle feels intellectually superior to me in that department. How I can remember the cast of ZONTAR THE THING FROM VENUS but not the proper way to spell rhinoceros is a mystery to me.

But the name is Myers. No “e” between the “M” and the “Y.” Just an FYI.

Since not everyone is in on the joke, Bill got a little steamed — and justifiably so — at someone on Peter David’s blog and let fly with the f-bomb. I was amused that Mr. Mulligan, a high-school science teacher, cussed. So, after everyone calmed down and mended fences I started ribbing him about it.

Huh. I think that’s the first serious cuss-word in my blog. I guess that opens the door for more cussing now. Shit. What the fuck am I going to do? This ass-humping blog isn’t family-friendly anymore.

Oh, who am I kidding? Anything that comes from me isn’t fit for any decent people, children or otherwise.

Seriously, you’ve been a great addition to the Peterdavid.net blog. We need some new blood before we end up like the old stand up comics in the joke where they’ve said the same jokes so many times they just yell out numbers. “Joke number 27!” and they all laugh. We’ll end up devolving into some kind of Nell-speak, even the guys who learn Klingon will look at us and shake their heads. “Boy, are those guys fucking losers!” they’ll say.

And there’s your “Hey, that teacher just used a dirty word!” amusement for the day…

By the way, we had our share of dangerous toys in the ’70s. Jarts (lawn darts), the aforementioned Bend n’ Flex action figures with wires underneath their rubber bodies, sarin gas…

(OK, I made that last one up.)

And I really don’t know what excuse you have for ordering a lightsaber at age 17 and expecting it to pop out of the handle like an actual lightsaber. Honestly, I got nothing.

Folks, Bill Mulligan is a guy I encountered at Peter David’s blog. For those who don’t know, Peter David is one of the best writers in comics, bar none.

Bill Mulligan is one of the best online posters, bar none. He argues rationally, is civil to those with whom he disagrees, and while he and I don’t share the same political views, I always find his arguments to be well-reasoned.

Bill is also an independent filmmaker. Check out The Forever Dead to see what I’m talking about. It’s worth your time.

Also, I forgot to mention that Allan is a talented artist and produces an online strip called “Bleeding Between the Lines,” which satirizes and otherwise pokes fun at the comics industry. So please check out Allan’s Web site, too. You won’t be disappointed.

Bill and Allan, I’m revamping my site for the zillionth time. Remind me when I finally create my links page that I’ve promised you both a link. Because I promised that to you both just now.

But at least I was alive in the 60s when you could still get incredibly dangerous toys like creepy crawlers and incredible edibles.

Hey Bill, cool site!

That said, I take your point about the 1960s show being a reflection of the Batman comics being published at the time. Nevertheless, there are people who kvetch about the damage the show did to the image of comics, however unfair that kvetching may be.

Although you wouldn’t know it from my blog entry, as an adult I can really appreciate the humor and wit of that show (and yes, it was often intentionally funny). My favorite example of that is from the 1966 movie Batman, starring Adam West in the title role and Burt Ward as Robin. Batman has to get rid of a bomb — a black, spherical bomb with a lit fuse, no less. Unfortunately, wherever he goes there are people in the way: a woman with a baby, nuns, a marching band playing Bringing in the Sheaves, lovers in a boat…! Anyway, this goes on for an absurd length of time, and finally Batman turns to the camera, exasperated, and says, “Some days you just can’t get rid of a bomb!”

My sister and I nearly peed our pants laughing at that one.

Y’know, it just occurred to me, that sequence could have been a frustrated screenwriter or director using metaphor to describe their feelings about working on such a campy project. Maybe they thought of the film as a “bomb.” Hmmm…

Nah, I’m probably reading too much into it.

In the mid-80s Adam West was pushing to star in a movie adaptation of Dark Knight. It might’ve worked…