Insect Asides, Part Four ~~ A "Comical Wednesday" Post

Dan Courtney's cover is signed "Dan 'C.C.' Courtney," so I'm assuming that's a reference to artist

C.C. Beck... but I couldn't locate a cover that this illustration was based on... if indeed there was one!

Here's another chapter in my seemingly-endless look behind the scenes of my first attempts at scripting comic books!

Insect Man's Weird Tales #96, my second issue -- drawn by artist Dan Courtney -- was what I call a "transition" issue. Basically, it dealt with issue #95's cliff-hanger ending, and set things up for issue #97. In fact, I didn't even give this story a distinctive title. I just labelled it as the conclusion to issue #95's "You're Not a Kid Anymore!"

It had been established by writer Chris Coleman that since his revival (Insect Man's revival, that is, not Chris Coleman's!), Rex experienced pain whenever changing back from his insect form(s). One of my earliest decisions as new writer was to get rid of that particular plot point.

After a fistfight in which Rex "Insect Man" Mason and Greg "Kid Secret" Nile (sans any superhero uniforms) dispatched their three SKULL antagonists, I had Rex and Greg discuss the problem of the aforementioned pains.

That's right, he said "The blasted thing came from Mars!" Y'see, young Paul Howley's Insect Man origin story from 1965 had established that Rex Mason had gotten the ring that gave him his shape-changing abilities from a Martian who had been visiting Earth. Well, twenty years later, we all knew that this alien could not actually be from Mars. Or could he?

It was early in my tenure as writer that I decided that each Insect Man story could be different. An issue could be dead serious. Or it could be totally goofy and humorous. A story could be set in outer space, in another dimension, or on the streets of Worcester, Massachusetts, in the so-called "real world."

Writers are God, don'tcha know?

I had decided that issue #97 was to be a real "bozo" issue. Plenty of silly jokes, and references that would mostly be appreciated by the comic book & entertainment fans who bought the IMWT title.

And yes, I had actually decided to send Insect Man and Kid Secret to Mars! But 1985 readers knew that such a trip could take a couple of years. I had to work around that, which, luckily, would be fairly easy in a goofy issue, right?

I started out by giving them transportation for their space journey.

The "Ben Grimm" reference, by the way, was a comic book insider's joke. Ben Grimm,
better known as The Thing of The Fantastic Four, had been a test pilot in his youth.

As a tiny sub-plot, I included a short segment where Greg was complaining about the name "Kid Secret" as being inappropriate for a now-adult superhero. Rex jokingly asked "What do you expect us to call you? Mister Secret?" To Rex's surprise, Greg actually liked the new name (although the superhero uniform(s) he wore during the next few issues still bore a "KS" logo)! Admittedly, I liked the name, too, because it reminded me of such Golden Age comic book heroes as Mister Terrific and Mister Scarlet (among others)!

The 1978 Superman movie (starring Christopher Reeve) had used "You Will Believe a Man Can Fly!"
as its slogan. I don't remember if the "You Will Believe a Man Can Fly (to Mars)" re-working
was my idea, or someone else's... but I definitely liked it, as it set up the tone of the following issue!

Insect Man's Weird Tales #97, the so-called "Special 'Off-the-Wall' Issue," was originally going to be called "Insect Man Conquers the Martians," a titular take-off of the 1964 piece-o-crap film, Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. Returning artist Ken Carson (already drawing better than he had two scant issues earlier) based a great cover on the Dell comic book adaptation of the movie!

There was a slight problem. Paul Howley said that nobody would understand the reference to the 1964 movie. He suggested we change the title to "My Favorite Martian," a title taken from the 1963-1966 TV show of the same name which Paul (and I) had watched as a youngster. Ken and I very briefly argued that one sixties reference was as obscure as the other, but quickly figured that we didn't really care either way. And after all -- heh -- it was Paul's book.

The young boy is Greg's son Rex (shown very briefly in IMWT #96), obviously named after Greg's
childhood friend/mentor, Rex "Insect Man" Mason. This scene never actually appeared in the book.

The issue was penciled by Holly Basiner and inked by Ken Carson.

Early in the story, I got to use the following purposely-silly method to "work around" that pesky one-to-two-year travel time to and from Mars! 

Here's my "cheat," folks!

Every single time I made a comment in the dialog or captions about the cost of the mission, I'd have the dollar amount crossed out and I'd write a caption blaming "national security." In retrospect... That cutesy little routine got tired pretty quickly.

My original caption was written as "If we don't get sued for something this issue, it'll be a miracle!" As shown above, Ken Carson (who inked and lettered the book) added yet another comic book in-reference, changing my caption to "it'll be a miracle, man!" referring to Eclipse Comics' Miracleman title of the 1980s.

After four hours of waiting, Rex and Greg were transported to a planet called Menro-6, the true home of the "Martian." There, they encountered Insect Man's ol' buddy, whom I named Hur-Bi (pronounced "Her-BEE," not "HER-bee," if it freakin' matters). Hur-Bi was an alien who used a lot of Earth slang in his speech.

The "Guardians of the Universe" crack refers to DC Comics' blue-skinned race of interstellar immortals, who give
the Green Lantern Corps their power rings... not to be confused with Marvel Comics' Guardians of the Galaxy.

To make a long story short... well, not short, perhaps, just not quite as long... Hur-Bi found and fixed an imperfection in the Insect Man ring. All Rex and Greg had to do now was travel home.

As it happened, however, no sooner had the multi-billion-dollar advanced prototype of the space shuttle re-entered Earth's atmosphere before it was spotted by the head of SKULL itself, the Mummy! And at this point, the light-hearted story approach of this issue came to a halt!

That's right. I wrote a story in which a space shuttle exploded. Maybe you think that's in bad taste, considering that it was right around that time that the real-life Space Shuttle Challenger disaster occurred.

Only thing is.. The Challenger disaster happened on January 28th, 1986.

My story was written, drawn, and published before the end of 1985.

To Be Continued...

Thanks for your time.

Insect Man, Insect Man's Weird Tales, and all related characters and titles are copyright © Paul B. Howley.

Overly Sensitive, Are We?

Thursday night, Jon Stewart made a surprise appearance on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. Stewart delivered an eight-minute rant against President Donald Trump. Variety, among many others, told the story here.

I'd like to quote (in bold) three brief sections from Variety's article, each followed by my own comments.

“One hallmark to your presidency we’re finding the most difficult is that no matter what you do it always comes with an extra layer of gleeful cruelty and d—ishness,” Stewart said. He noted that Trump has a habit of trying to humiliate his foes, “even if they have a terminal disease,” a reference to the President’s battles with Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.), who is battling brain cancer.

Okay. Variety's article (not CBS, which broadcast Stewart's rant, nor this post of mine) rendered Stewart's word as "d—ishness," censoring what was obviously the word "dickishness."

On immigration and the policy of separating the children of undocumented migrants from their parents, Stewart advised: “Boy, you f—ed that up.”

I don't really think I have to tell y'all what "f—ed" means, do I? I thought not.

Stewart noted that Trump could have taken other steps to tighten enforcement at the borders “but it wouldn’t have felt right without a D—ensian level of villainy.”

Uhhh, hey, Variety? The word you unnecessarily censored was "Dickensian," and even though the word "dick" is in there, there is nothing obscene about that word!!!

And these are professionals?

Thanks for your time. 

Insect Asides, Part Three ~~ A "Comical Wednesday" Post

My first issue of Insect Man's Weird Tales, #95, seemed to have been relatively well-received by its readers. I personally was very pleased with the artwork of Ken Carson, whom I soon got to meet. Don't forget, this was the first time I'd ever written a full comic script -- albeit for an eight-page amateur press book -- and I've always loved seeing how an artist interprets my script.

(I'd almost written a complete comic book script a few years earlier, when I first encountered my eventual writing partner, Skip Simpson. The full story of that stillborn project is here and here.)

In this, my first Insect Man script, I tried to begin plot threads of my own, make a few references to issues only half a dozen or so people would recall after ten to twenty years, and deal with recent plot elements that either had occurred or just been implied. And all of that in seven pages!

I began by having Rex (Insect Man) Mason approached by a thirtyish man who claimed to be IM's former kid sidekick, Greg (Kid Secret) Nile. Rex, a teetotaler, was evidently a regular patron of a local bar, although he only drank ginger ale.

I must admit that I cheated somewhat, by having Rex not recognize Greg at first. After all, a man of approximately twenty years old wouldn't really change very much in appearance after only ten or eleven years. But I didn't allow doubt to stay in Rex's mind for long. Once he was convinced as to who Greg was, I gave the two old friends a short sequence of playing catch-up.

When I was six, seven, eight... I "borrowed" character names/powers/origins from "real" comics to populate the comics that I "wrote." I had a character named Red Raven whose powers and origin were a complete steal from Superman, right down to his being born on the planet Krypton! Soon after, when I discovered the X-Men, I added a power beam exactly like Cyclops' to Red Raven's abilities!

Well, when Paul Howley was a boy, he sometimes did the same thing in his stories. I made a wisecrack about a couple of them, Giant Man and Plastic Man. Paul had also created a time-traveling hero, whom he had named the Green Hornet... another "borrowed" name. I wanted to use (or at least talk about) this particular character here and there, so I merely referred to him as "The Hornet," and had Greg Nile make a throwaway remark about "that wild green outfit" of the Hornet's.

I segued from long-worded reminiscences to the untold story of Insect Man's last mission for Counter-SKULL approximately ten years earlier. Writer/artist Larry Young, who wrote the first modern Insect Man story in Insect Man's Weird Tales #88, had never given any details, so it was up to me.

I even did some research at the library to see what I could learn about "Jüngstadt," like, for instance, where the hell was it? I assumed it was European. Maybe Germany? Austria? By the time I gave up, one or two hours later, I had found nothing. Discouraging.

Months later, I got to ask Larry Young where the city was. Turns out, "Jüngstadt" translates to "Young City!" The little smartass had made up a city and named it after himself.

I also had Rex throw in a brief comment about "my brand new Insect Man outfit, the one I wear today," just to satisfy why this costume was hanging in Rex's closet in 1985, although Paul Howley's comics of years before never showed this suit (since Larry Young didn't create it until years after Paul stopped his Insect Man series).

Yeah, this is the kind of stuff only I worry about. But you regular readers here knew that anyway, right?

And immediately after Greg made that little admission, three SKULL agents (two flunkies in uniform, plus their leader, dressed in street clothes) entered the bar and boldly approached Rex and Greg. Greg is the first to react, but he's laid low by a blow from behind.

This time, I was the smartass, not Larry Young. I wrote the ending caption that way because, let's face it, we all knew Rex would get out of this pickle. (As we all saw in the following issue, he ended up changing to an insect to avoid being shot. No surprise there.)

As I've already said, this was the first script I'd ever completed, and had had illustrated. I enjoyed having someone else interpret my words and bring them to life, but as much as I liked Ken Carson's artwork, I must admit that I never expected he would get a bit better with every issue, as he did!

By the way, Ken made a minor change to the insect emblem on Insect Man's uniform jacket. Take a close look at the bottom of that page above. Ken redesigned the "body" of the non-specified type of insect. The white area that he added effectively turned the bug's body into the letters "I" and "M." I thought it was a great touch. However, I'm pretty sure that nobody else ever drew it that way, probably because nobody else ever noticed what Ken had done.

It just so happened that the next issue, #96, was fated not to be drawn by Ken, but by Dan Courtney, who had drawn characters such as Psyclone and SilverLion in past issues of  Insect Man's Weird Tales. Also on hand to letter issue #96 was writer/artist Chris Coleman, who had written and drawn a three-part Insect Man story shortly before I started writing IM.

(And as far as creator credits for Psyclone and SilverLion, I'm not quite sure what Chris Coleman contributed to either feature. Was he the co-creator of either or both? Did he ink Dan Courtney's pencils on any of the stories? Was he "just" the writer? Unfortunately, I don't have access to that info.)

But I'm saving the rest of my reminiscences about #96 -- and #97 -- for next time. And next time gets weird, I promise!

Thanks for your time.

Insect Man, Insect Man's Weird Tales, and all related characters and titles are copyright © Paul B. Howley.

Insect Asides, Part Two ~~ A "Comical Wednesday" Post (UPDATED)

A 1985 photo of Paul Howley, with an Insect Man
action figure that somebody customized  on his shoulder!

If you missed Part One of this series about That's Entertainment and its very own superhero, Insect Man, you can read it here!

When Paul Howley and I agreed that I would write the Insect Man story in Insect Man's Weird Tales #95, I vowed to research the hell out of Insect Man, plus his friends, enemies, and other affiliated superheroes... You name it!

Before I continue, I want to briefly clarify a section of this story. At the time of IMWT #95's publication, I don't think I was yet a full-time employee at That's Entertainment. But that's not really important to this multi-part "Comical Wednesday" post.

Paul hadn't drawn an issue of Insect Man since the mid-1970s, but he was going to tackle my script. I was excited. Since the very early 1980s, I'd done various commercial writing jobs, and been published, too, but this would be my first comic book script. I'd played around with writing comic stories in the past, but never completed one, never submitted one, and (obviously) never published one.

I mentioned "research[ing] the hell out of Insect Man" above. Luckily for me, Paul had saved every single issue of every single title produced by his "Blue Lock" comic company, starting in 1965. I sat down at a table in Paul's store -- I'm pretty sure he wouldn't take the chance of having me bring these one-of-a-kind items home to read them, nor did I blame him! -- and read them all, taking copious notes as I did so!

I wrote down first appearances of various characters, listed various plot points, and began thinking of how I was going to carry on this twenty year legacy. As far as I was concerned, most of the stories Paul had written had "really" happened, and could potentially be referred to in my upcoming storylines. Some were predictably outlandish, having been written by a young adolescent, and I decided that I could alter or otherwise explain them sufficiently to satisfy an audience of teenagers and adults. Only rarely did I decide a story was apocryphal, like, for instance, the story where Insect Man defeated a giant monster who was terrorizing the city by dropping an atomic bomb on him. Yep, right in the middle of "Cirrus City," Insect Man's stomping grounds during the '60s and '70s. (In my own Insect Man stories, I always assumed that IM had made the move from Cirrus City to Worcester during his years of inactivity.)

My celebrated memory failed me this time. I wanted to use a panel I remembered from the mid-1960s that referred to dropping an atomic bomb on a super-villain  in the middle of a city, but after days of wracking my brain for the title and issue number in question, I came up with nothing! I knew it was a Marvel comic, and I was pretty darned sure it was a Stan Lee quote, but I had to call upon the Silver Age knowledge of Shar, author of the Panelocity blog which I've touted before. Thanks, Shar!

From Amazing Spider-Man #43, script by Stan Lee, art by John Romita, Sr.

I already had a handful of recent stories from others, picking up where the 1970s stories left off. For years, Insect Man had fought a worldwide terrorist organization called SKULL, lead by a villain called The Mummy. And yes, this nutcase actually dressed as a mummy, presumably at all hours of the day and night. In answer to SKULL, the U.S. government had created a huge organization called -- what else? -- Counter-SKULL.

It was the realization that SKULL still existed in 1985 that led the "gub'mint" to reactivate Counter-SKULL. Counter-SKULL convinced Insect Man to come out of retirement. Little had been done about using old members of Insect Man's supporting cast, so my options were pretty much open. I did inherit a plotline which had Insect Man feeling pain whenever he changed from human to insect, or vice versa. I began working on why this would happen, and how I could "fix" it.

My first order of business was to bring back Insect Man's kid sidekick from the 1960s. (One of the primary reasons kid sidekicks -- like Robin, Bucky, and scores of others -- were created in the first place was so the main hero wouldn't have to be talking to himself all the time. I wanted Insect Man's former partner back in action for the same reason.) His name was Greg Nile, who operated in the superheroic guise of Kid Secret. Back then he was an adolescent. After a handful of years, he had quit the costumed hero game to devote more time to high school Insect Man hadn't seen him for fifteen years... and don't forget, in the "Insect Man Universe," characters actually aged. That meant that now, Greg Nile was around thirty years old.

I plotted and began scripting the story. I planned a cover blurb using a handful of cliched, overused comic book descriptions, like "senses-shattering," "pulse-pounding," "awe-inspiring," and "gut-wrenching," but had the words partially obscured by Insect Man himself. He was covering almost all of the name "Kid Secret," too. I'm funny like that. And just for the hell of it, I chose a line from the Marcie Blane song "Bobby's Girl" as my title.

I proudly gave the script, entitled "You're Not a Kid Anymore," to Paul.

I don't recall exactly when Paul told me that he wouldn't be drawing my script, after all. He'd decided that his artwork wasn't good enough. Instead, he'd given my story to another customer at That's Entertainment, some guy I'd never met before named Ken Carson.

I didn't see Ken's artwork until the book was already printed. That meant that I'd be "stuck" with the result.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw this:

That cover was a very good omen, I thought, and as it turned out, I was right!

More next week.

Thanks for your time.

Insect Man, Insect Man's Weird Tales, and all related characters and titles are copyright © Paul B. Howley.

Hey, Remember My "Short Shorts" and "David'Z RantZ?" So Do I!

It would have been so easy to do a Google image search and find photos of women wearing short

shorts -- I mean, try not to -- but hey, I hate being predictable, and most of my readers are women, so...

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1.  Quite a Production...

Have you noticed that movies have gotten longer and longer during the past few years? Most of 'em used to be somewhere around ninety minutes, or ranging up to about two hours, right? But lately? Two-and-a-half hours, three hours, four hours...! You probably think that's because the plots are getting more and more complicated, or otherwise crowded, but no!

I figured it out. The extra time is being taken up by all those freakin' production companies being credited before the start of films today!

"Such-and-Such Studios, in association with These Guys, and Those Guys, and Dem Guys, and... Oh, who gives a f***?!? Can we please show the movie now?!? We've been looking at production company logos for half a freakin' hour!"

So... That's the real reason. No, it is! Trust me.

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2. Put THAT in Your Pipe and Smoke It!

Speaking of movies, I'm old enough to remember when the MPAA-supplied film ratings told what the rating was, butnot why it was G, PG (which had previously been GP, and had been M before that), R, or X. (Fifty years ago, there were no such ratings as PG-13 and NC-17, by the way.)

Now, of course a film's rating is almost always accompanied by the reason or reasons the film received said rating. And I think that's usually a good idea. There are some parents who think it's bad to show a woman topless, but perfectly okay to show somebody's head getting blown off (in which case the character would truly be "topless," but I digress). Some parents feel the opposite way. Sex is okay, but violence? Not so much.

Modern films' ratings also warn prospective viewers if a movie contains one or more rape scenes. This has been the case since people in general stopped thinking of rape scenes as being nothing more than a form of sex scene, and started thinking of rape as being an act of violence. And in the case of filmed rape depictions, I have a friend who is a survivor of being raped on two separate occasions, and she reacts very strongly and adversely to such scenes.

I must admit that I always smile whenever I'm warned that a film "contains language." Oh, does it? So, what, are you telling me that it's not a silent film?!?

But when it comes to warnings, I think it's a tad overdone when they warn you that the movie you're about to see has one or more scenes of people smoking cigarettes.

Well, gee, this movie is set during World War II, at a time when anyone who wanted to be "hep" or "cool" or "sophisticated" smoked. Men... women... children... dogs... 

I've heard of several instances where films and other media have rewritten history in order to remove any depiction of smoking where it belongs or otherwise occurred. (And if you really want a longer discussion of this subject, go to the blog of writer Ken Levine, and read this post, as well as the comments!)

But my biggest objection to the warning that a film contains scenes of people smoking is that anyone, of any age, can be doing nothing more than walking down a street in their hometown and actually see people smoking. Chances are, during a casual walk, you won't get to see someone's head being blown off (thankfully) or see a topless woman (unfortunately).

Actually, it almost always bothers me when the filmmakers impose modern-day sensibilities on any period piece. It's perfectly fine with me if characters in a movie that's set in 1876 talk about "redskins" who can't handle their "fire water." I do not want to see that same film refer to Native Americans with a substance abuse problem.

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3. Return of the Grammar Nazi!

No, no, no! This illustration alone does not make this a "Comical Wednesday" post!

Just a brief rant about words I'm seeing used interchangeably lately:

"Past" and "passed"

"Who's" and "whose"

"Paid" and "payed"

And last, but far from least: One adult female is a "woman," while two or more adult females, collectively, are "women." I am so f***ing sick of seeing one adult female described as a "women!" I mean, WTF, people!!!

And if you don't know the difference between the two words in any of the above examples, before you use them, LOOK THEM UP!!!

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4. "Lovin It?" Not so much...

I went to the McDonald's drive-through today, and as I sat at the second window watching everybody else's order get lined up, waiting for those cars behind me, the person who'd handed me my iced coffee asked me to pull forward and wait for them to bring out the food portion of my order. Three or four minutes later, a pleasant young lady came out with... the wrong order. It took yet another three or four minutes for them to bring out the right order.

Since then, I've been wracking my brain trying to remember the official name of the little cards McDonald's used to give out to dissatisfied customers. I searched online for a few minutes to establish that they still give them out, but I couldn't locate the technical name, so I gave up.

Little, petty things like that realllly get to me! (As you regular readers have probably noticed by now.)

I actually worked for McDonald's (very briefly) as an assistant manager almost forty years ago. I was paid $200 a week, which was fairly good money, except for the fact that it was a salaried position, and if you looked at the hours I actually worked in the average week, I was probably making something well below that era's minimum wage.

Anyway, back then the management kept a bunch of those cards available. Each of us on the management team carried a few in his wallet at all times. Just in case.

As I said, I don't remember the official name for those cards.

We called them the "We F***ed Up Cards."

Uhhh... I hope you didn't read all that waiting for some hilarious finish. I was just venting.

That's what this whole post is about today, pretty much.

Hence the "David'Z RantZ" designation.

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5. Just Another Definition.

And finally... Don't forget, folks, a "cynic" is where you dump the dirty dishes.

Thanks for your time.

Insect Asides, Part One ~~ A "Comical Wednesday" Post

Chandler Street was the location of Worcester's That's Entertainment until 1992.

My initial attempts at writing scripts for comic books were unpaid efforts, and this was before the internet. Nowadays, it seems like almost everyone is expected to do creative work for free.

But I digress.

In 1985, I was working for That's Entertainment, self-described as "New England's Pop Culture Emporium." Many people would probably describe T.E. as "a comic shop," and leave it at that, but in truth, it is so much more.

The owner of That's Entertainment was (and is) Paul Howley, who'd been selling old comic books since the early 1970s. (Paul has been telling his very interesting life story on a blog called My Life With Comic Books: A History of a Comic Store since 2009.) He opened T.E. in Worcester, Massachusetts, in 1980.

It wasn't long before I discovered That's Entertainment (while on my way to Worcester's only other comic shop, as it happens), when I spotted a sign saying "We Buy Comic Books, Records, and Baseball Cards" or words to that effect. That's Entertainment was then selling mainly new and old comic books, LPs and 45s, sports and non-sports trading cards, and role-playing games like Dungeons & Dragons. I wasn't at all interested in role-playing games or sports cards, but I was a big fan of both comics and music, so this new store was perfect for me. I journeyed for half an hour (each way) to and from Worcester roughly once a week to buy the new comic titles and "fill holes" in my back issue collection.

Eventually, I started working part-time for Paul. T.E. had a full-time employee named Steve, who eventually left to open a store of his own. At that point, I became a full-time employee, which placed me in charge whenever Paul himself wasn't there.

One of T.E.'s little projects at the time was a "fanzine" (an amateur comic book) called Insect Man's Weird Tales. It was an eight-page, photocopied, 5" x 8" comic book printed in black & white.

The IMWT title had actually begun (under the simpler title of Insect Man) back in 1965. Insect Man (real name Rex Mason) wore a ring that enabled him to change to whatever insect he chose. Actually, he could also change to arachnids (such as spiders), as well as other "lower life forms."

Paul created the character when he was about ten years old, and "became" the character when he and his friends played superhero. Paul also drew each issue (as well as several spin-off titles!) of an Insect Man comic book (on what we then called "math paper") for several years, until finally abandoning it in the mid-1970s.

Yep, this is the cover to Paul Howley's Insect Man #1, from 1965! The
"Blue Lock" credited as publisher was young Paul's variation of the Gold Key
comic company of that era. And that chin has kind of a Jay Leno look, dunnit?

Insect Man's Weird Tales had resumed "publication" before I began working for Paul, and its numbering began at #82, since Paul's last issue had been #81. But at first, there was no "Insect Man" in sight in the revived title. Instead there was a trilogy of stories featuring a super-team called The Defensors, followed by a three-parter featuring a character named Psyclone.

With issue #88, however, writer/artist Larry Young decided to bring Insect Man back to his old stomping grounds. Young designed a rather impressive new costume for the revived superhero. The story established that Insect Man had been retired for ten or eleven years, and I believe it was Paul Howley's idea to age Insect Man in "real time," meaning that Rex Mason was now about forty years old.

Check out the upper left-hand corner of this issue. I have no idea what the expression "White Knight" refers to.
I can only assume it was a Larry Young "thing." And please note that the price tag, issue number, and date
are contained in an "H" (for Howley), spoofing the "M" that Marvel Comics was using during that period.

You may notice that Insect Man's outfit resembles Green Lantern Guy Gardner's costume (shown below). Well, Insect Man's came first!

Larry only did one issue before other writers and artists, such as Chris Coleman, Dan Courtney, Holly Basiner, and others worked on the book. Their efforts brought Insect Man's Weird Tales up to issue #94.

I don't recall the exact conversation Paul and I had which established that I would write #95, and Paul himself would draw it, but that's exactly what happened.

Well... almost.

See you next week, fellow babies, and thanks for your time.

Insect Man, Insect Man's Weird Tales, and all related characters and titles are copyright © Paul B. Howley.

Pome #5: Brief Visit (Originally Posted on 3/11/2011)

BRIEF VISIT

I've swallowed many a bitter fruit,

Served by you,

With a smile I always trusted to be sincere.

I ignore the whispers behind my back

And once again make the journey to see you.

My smile mirrors your own as you stand before me,

To greet me,

Your "I love you" hanging beside your head

Like a word balloon in a comic strip.

I reach out to touch what I think is you.

Too late, I realize that it isn't you at all

(At least, not the "you" I'd hoped to see again

After all this time!),

But instead, a false sheet of stiff paper
Bearing your image.

As the beckoning, deceitful photograph of you
Collapses and tumbles to the ground,

Taking its "I love you"

And all of my hopes with it,

I feel the cold and familiar steel

Of the knife -- your knife -- as it strikes my back.

Saved yet again by my calluses!

I'm toughened, but never hardened, you see.

I grant myself few limitations

But have the sense to see them where they exist.

I am honestly, truly content
To enjoy the beauty
Of life's many rainbows

Without ever expecting or demanding
A pot of gold at their end.

Your blade falls, broken and useless.

I step forward, never looking back to see the real you.

Instead, I glance downward wistfully,

Looking at your false but loving image,

Which lies crumpled on the ground
Along with so many cherished memories from the past.

I step around the life-size photograph.

(Around it, but not upon it.)

Then, as always,

I continue walking along my private path.

Same time next year, my dear one?

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To paraphrase Sigmund Freud, "Sometimes a poem is only a poem."

Every so often, I'll write a short story or a poem which has absolutely nothing to do with my personal life, but one or more of my readers infer(s) that it does. So, just for the record, let me state that at the moment, I am on fairly good terms with all of my friends, relatives, and loved ones.

Again, to paraphrase Sigmund Freud, "Sometimes a poem is only a poem."

The copyrighted illustration at the top of the page is a papercut by the immensely talented Suzy Taylor at Folk Art Papercuts, and is used with her very gracious permission! A perusal of her site and her intricate creations will surely impress you, as it did me.

Thanks for your time.