Saturday, July 05, 2025

Teen-age lingo

 I shared one of DC comics' "published as a public service" one-pagers here in the course of talking about the Justice League, but this one here is an even better example than Snapper Carr of the way DC presented "teen-agers" in the 1960s:


From the Brave and the Bold №58, published at the new year 1965, it shows Superboy helping the teen-age population of Smallville plan a community event that will really let everyone get hep to the rules! Because that is of course what sixties teens were all about!

You can tell they're teenagers because one of the boys isn't even wearing a tie! He's probably the most outrageously modern of the group, and he'll probably learn a valuable lesson about conformity soon enough. At least they're all fully aware of the problem of spontaneous combustion of oily rags, now that Superboy's hammered the point home so effectively.

Mind you, Superboy's presence makes me wonder if this is really the sixties anyway - he is, after all, "Superman when he was a boy", which in the contemporary Superboy comics was depicted as non-specifically pre-war kind of surroundings (sixties Superman was generally depicted as middle-aged, unlike the modern insistence that he's under thirty). So maybe these teens are 1930s kids who are very much ahead of their time in terms of clothing and lingo!

In any case, please seal your oily rags away carefully and tell all your friends to obey the rules!

Sunday, June 29, 2025

Watching paint dry

"The Moonstone", mentioned in my last blog but one and one of my favourite books, has a central plot point involving the length of time paint takes to dry. So does my favourite cartoon, ALVINNN!!! and the Chipmunks (the episode "Safety Third"). I always say the later seasons are the best, with the snappy dialogue and perfect characterisation that I love so much, but this is one of many first-season episodes which stand up alongside any of the rest of the series. There's a wonderful conversation between our heroes of the type I've had (in the role of Simon) many times before. Some people just don't want to do sums themselves...



Don't touch it! The paint won't be dry for fifteen hours!
Oh, man! That's like ten at night!
Alvin, if it's two in the afternoon now, what time will it be in fifteen hours?
Erm, 12:30? No, 11:15! 6:35!
Stop guessing!
Just tell me!
Figure it out!
Tuesday!
T-Tuesday? What?!
I thought it was a trick question.
I know! I know! Eight o'clock!
You're not even trying!
Okay... think out of the box...
No, no! Think IN the box! Right in the centre of the box!
Is that a clue?
Five in the morning! It's five in the morning!

And this scene is followed by the greatest ever example of Simon's habit of talking in his sleep. "I've had enough with all these egotistical unicorns! I've had it up to here!" Alvin, sneaking out to steal the car at five in the morning, promises to take care of the unicorns, and Simon responds "Rub peanuts in their faces."

See, this is why I love Simon so much. Perhaps it's a little hard to explain.