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Quite Possibly the First Time the Word "Blog" was Used in Comics

In honour of “blog” being Merriam-Webster’s “Word of the Year” for

2004, here’s what I believe is the first occurrence of the word in a

comic book…in 1959.


In 1959, the Lois Lane comic featured Clark Kent and Lois Lane in a story in which our two favourite Daily Planet

reporters end up in one of those “valleys that time forgot” that

eventually appear in every suprerhero comic. It’s typical “goofy age”

Superman fare: Lois and Clark end up in some crazy situation in which

Lois acts all stuck-up and Supes uses his powers surreptitiously.

What

makes this comic noteworthy is the use of the word “blog”.

Unfortunately, it’s not “blog” as in “weblog”, but “Blog” as the name

of a cave-dwelling nebbish.

Just call her “Mrs. Blog”! The splash page of the comic.

Note Lois’ and Clark’s attire in the comic panel above. Although the

pith helmet and khaki clothes are suitable for jungle trekking, they weren’t

actually planning on going to the jungle; their plane just crashed

there. They were doing some work in Mexico City, where they were

wearing those clothes. I’m pretty sure that Mexico City was not

a jungle, not even in 1959. They must’ve been walking around in those

outfits while the locals laughed at the ridiculously-dressed gringos.

A weak-muscled jellyfish

with awesome pecs, a six-pack and biceps and quadriceps the size of

tree trunks. It must be the glasses that are throwing her off.

Remember, this was before geek chic.

The valley in which the plane crashes is full of pretty noble savages.

They check to see if Lois is married before hooking her up with

the last single member of the tribe.

Introducing…Blog! If you put a baseball cap on him, he’d look just like “Cooter” from the old Dukes of Hazzard TV series.

A number of comic book plotlines from this era are what I like to call

“superhero knows best”: an arrogant “normal” bites off a little more

than he or she can chew, and the superhero smugly teaches the normal a

lesson with the assistance of super-powers.

Someone should write a book titled Women Who Send Suitors on Suicide Missions and the Men Who Love Them.

Here’s where the fun begins. Even though the cavemen say that Lois is

their prisoner and that they can go all Abu Ghraib on her, poor Blog

still has to prove himself worthy by performing three tasks

(essentially a 75% off version of the Labours of Heracles). Wendy made

me do the same thing; the three tasks she assigned to me were:

  1. Belch the alphabet and these two smilies:
  2. Go to the grocery store while extremely hung over and rearrange the Campbell’s soup cans in alphabetical order
  3. Give her a backrub

Lois, who’s developed a severe case of self-centredness after

having Superman as her personal bodyguard, decides to give Blog a

series of impossible tasks in the hope that he’ll chicken out. What she

fails to account for is the male ego, especially when in the pursuit of

a hot chick. It’s the reason why a lot of young men’s last words are

“Hey everybody, watch this!

Nope, nothing Freudian about that meat on a stick. Nope, it’s just a perfectly innocent penis. I mean drawing.

Luckily for Blog, Superman is there. Supes uses his powers to make it

seem as though Blog performed the impossible tasks assigned to him by

Lois. After Blog completes the third task, Supes uses his super powers

to help Lois escape from the valley of the cavemen. He could’ve done

that  from the very moment the plane crashed, but then there’d be

no story, would there?

Chicks dig blogs!

Download the comic [1.9 MB .zip file]. If you

have one of those programs that can read .cbz files (like CDisplay for Windows or FFView for Mac OS X), change the filename extension of the file from .zip to .cbz.

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It Happened to Me Music

Last Wednesday: The Pixies Concert

Last Wednesday’s Pixies concert

marked the start of my mini-vacation for American Thanksgiving. This

reunion concert was one that nobody expected — in spite of their

relative obscurity, this band is so loved by alt-rock fans that tickets

for the show sold out when they went on sale six months ago.

When the tickets went on sale, I simply bought four and assumed that it

would be easy to find three other people who would want to attend.

Photo: Adina and Paul at the Pixies concert -- Toronto, November 23, 2004.

Deenster and Paul, just before the show began.

Those three people turned out to be my housemate Paul, Deenster

and her boyfriend Chris. They’d arranged to meet me at the office, from

where we’d hop into my car and drive to the show. For some reason, the

concert was booked to take place at the International Centre, a

cavernous warehouse typically used for auto and computer shows located

in a bleak industrial park right by the airport. Still, we were seeing

The Pixies, providers of inspiration for Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit,

key players in the soundtrack of my years at Crazy Go Nuts University,

and we’d have gladly seen them play at a sewage treatment plant.

Deenster arrived first with two guys named Chris. One was her

boyfriend, the other an internet friend from the HappyRobot.net online

community. HappyRobot Chris was accompanied by his girlfriend, Becky. I

invited them into the Tucows kitchen, where they were impressed by our

vending machines and assorted free coffee, teas and hot chocolate.

We’re livin’ the high life in this office!

After giving my guests some hot drinks, I showed them my desk, located

in the dead centre of the Tucows offices. Becky noticed a photo of Wendy that I had on my bulletin board.

“I know that girl!” exclaimed Becky.

“That’s Joey’s fiancee,” said Adina.

“Wait…you know Wendy?” I asked.

“I know Wendy from NTI!” Becky replied.

I knew Wendy attended NTI — short for the O’Neill National Theater Institute

in Connecticut — about ten years ago, back in her school days. That

clearly ruled out any possibility of mistaken identity; it was just

another one of those strange coincidences to which I’ve grown

accustomed.

Photo: Becky and Chris at the Pixies concert -- Toronto, November 23, 2004.

Becky and Chris,

just before the show began. They came up from Jersey to catch the show.

To the right of the photo, an unknown hand attempts to do some product

placement.

We arrived at the International Centre in the middle of heavy rain. The

pairs of glass doors at the entrance had a sign with this laser-printed

on it on each left door:

NON-DISPOSABLE CAMERAS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN

And each right door had this laser-printed sign:

MOSHING AND CROWD SURFING STRONGLY DISCOURAGED

I interpreted this as:

ANY ACTIVITY WHICH WE THINK WILL HURT OUR ABILITY TO MAKE MONEY OFF YOU IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN

…but…

ANY ACTIVITY WHICH WE KNOW HAS A HIGH RISK OF HARMING YOU AND THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU, WELL, BE CAREFUL, EH?

I resent the fact that Ticketmaster thinks that by dint of booking an

act, they own your experience and the right to take some snapshots of

it. We really need to spank the music middlemen.

I had my Nikon Coolpix SQ in a case attached to my belt. I told security it was a cellphone and they waved me through.


I ran into a number of friends at the show and even saw Miranda the Accordion Girl and her friends (although they didn’t notice me waving “hello”).


Chris and Deenster suggested going back downtown for drinks after the show, but I had to decline.

“I fly to Boston at 6 a.m.,” I said.

6 a.m.! It must be love,” said Chris.

“You better believe it.”

Photo: Joey at the Pixies concert -- Toronto, November 23, 2004.

Me, phasing in and out of our space-time continuum just before the show. I had a 6:25 a.m. flight to catch to Boston the next day.

It’s been a dozen years since I last had a chance to catch The Pixies

live in concert, and I must say that they sound much tighter this time

around. Perhaps the fact that bassist Kim Deal requested that it be a “dry tour” — she was famous for playing sloppily onstange because she was drunk or high — helped.

Photo: Black Francis onstage at the Pixies concert -- Toronto, November 23, 2004.

Black Francis (a.k.a. Charles Michael Kitteridge Thomson IV) gets things rolling.

Here’s some video that I shot during the show. The quality’s not going

to be the greatest, but it should give you an idea of what the show

was like:

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Thank You!

Photo: Cover of the November 25, 2004 issue of 'eye' Magazine, featuring the 2004 Readers' Choice Awards.

eye Magazine is one of Toronto’s “alternative” weekly magazines.

Last Thursday afternoon, I was in a small town outside Boston, eating Thanksgiving hors d’oeuvres

at my future in-laws’ place. During that time, I noticed that I’d

received a phone message. I checked it later that evening and got a

rather excited voice mail from Meryle telling me that The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century had won “Best Local Blog” in eye Magazine’s 2004 Reader’s Choice Awards.

Photo: 'eye' magazine's 'Toronto's Best' 2004 logo.

I didn’t even know that they were taking nominations, so my thanks to eye Magazine and all of you who voted for me!

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The Ultimate "People Who live in Glass Houses Shouldn’t Throw Stones" Example

Here’s a hilarious-yet-sad story

about a father who tried to scare his kids off drunk and disorderly

behaviour by calling the cops on them, only have the tables turned on

him:

NEWARK, N.J. (AP) — A father’s attempt to teach

his daughter a lesson about drinking backfired when the teen led police

to a stash of drugs and weapons inside their home.

Kevin Winston, 46, called police at 2:45 a.m.

Friday after his 16-year-old daughter came home drunk and unruly. When

police arrived, however, the girl told them she feared for her safety

because her father stored drugs and weapons in the home.

The girl led officers to a crawl space above the

ceiling where they found four semiautomatic guns and more than 600

vials of cocaine.

Winston was charged with numerous weapons and drug charges. His five daughters were placed in the custody of a relative.

“He called us on her and ended up getting locked up himself,” said Newark Police Director Anthony Ambrose.

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It Happened to Me

Hello Again, Lupo!

Low job satisfaction. Click the picture to view the movie — warning: ridiculous cartoon gore, over-the-top swearing.

Lupo the Butcher is a hilarious short animated film and one of

my happy memories from my university days. They used to show it on the

big screen at the Diamond Club (it’s now called The Phoenix) during

last call. My friend Ryan Murphy gave me a QuickTime copy of the film,

and it became a regular feature whenever people came over to visit.

Unfortunately, Lupo was one of those files that I failed to transfer to

later computers and I’d forgotten all about it until Darryl Wiggers

(program director for Scream, Canada’s horror movie channel and all

’round ace dude) sent me a copy. Here it is, for your enjoyment [2.9MB QuickTime — Warning: Cartoon gore, loads of swearing].

International Rocketship, the animation company that made Lupo the Butcher, went on to make the funny and disturbing Far Side animated special. If anyone know how to acquire a copy of that little gem, please let me know!

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Accordion, Instrument of the Gods It Happened to Me

I’m Back!

Photo: Thanksgiving turkey.

I was so rushed and so busy last Wednesday that I didn’t get time to

mention that the blog would be a little silent while I flew to Boston

forAmerican Thanksgiving, an engagement party thrown by my future in-laws and

to pick up the accordion that Wendy found for me (and bring in back in the super-cool nigh-indestructible accordion case that Wendy gave me for my birthday). I’ll update throughout the rest of the day.

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Music

Rejected Wedding Song #1

Photo: Bruce Lee.

Dude!

I thought it would be really cool if we played Lalo Schifrin’s excellent Theme from “Enter the Dragon” [2.9MB MP3] as either the wedding march or when the wedding party enters the dining room. I suspect that it will get voted down by everybody but me, even if I use my most compelling argument: “But dude, it’s Bruce!