Well, no Friday Night Fights this week, so what am I going to fill the space with?

Oh, I know! Just to prove that I was not the original crank, here's (portions) of a little screed from Joe Brancatelli in his monthly comic column for Warren, this one from Eerie #88 (1977). And he's really, really REALLY cheesed of about...well, about this:

Yes, a KISS comic was the forerunner of the end of human civilization!!







Man, and I thought I needed the occasional chill pill.

It's a good thing he wasn't still writing about comics when this came out...

This Really Happened:



From Howard The Duck #13 (1977)

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But the real point of this post? Well, when you want to sell a book, you've gotta have blurbs. Even Steven King's gotta have blurbs.

So whom do the Archie folks get? Well, they get a quote from Stan, which is both inevitable and appropriate.

But they need one more endorsement! Whom can they get who will sell Archie books?

Scanned right from the back cover:

Really? Gene Simmons?? His quote is the one that's going to help you sell copies of Archie??

Reminder: Gene Simmons is the man who put out this...

...and you wanted his seal of approval on Archie Andrews??? And you thought it would increase sales?

It is indeed a strange world...

Memo to Gene Simmons:

I know that you are a rock god. I acknowledge your awesomeness in that realm.

But in the publishing world. it's generally considered bad form to write your own cover blurbs.

Seriously, couldn't you find anybody else to quote? Anyone at all?

One further thought: couldn't you have come up with a more imaginative name? I mean, we can see she's a dominatrix, all right...but that makes the comic's title just a job description...like if you had named your group "Gimmicky Make-Up-Wearing Rock Band" instead of KISS.

One final thought: "Beth" is the biggest p#%%y-whipped song of all time. What a cop out. I'm just sayin'.