I’m pretty sure this is the closest I’ve ever come to a continuous 1-9 run.
I’m pretty sure this is the closest I’ve ever come to a continuous 1-9 run.
Lately, I’d say over the past 2 or 3 years, I’ve been getting progressively more nostalgic for the days of my youth. One major aspect of my childhood happened to be comic books. I remember that I would get an allowance from my parents and I’d promptly go to a couple of the local corner stores to by a comic or two. Over the years, up until my pre-teens, I’d built up a considerable collection.
I remember having Transformers comics, Spider-Man, Groo the Wanderer, Conan, Moon Knight, ROM, the Marvel Universe Handbook and, one of my faves: Secret Wars. I probably had a lot more titles but those are the ones that stand out in my mind.
This was when we lived in Brandon, Manitoba. Then, my parents decided to move the family back to Kitimat, BC, where I’d been born. While this was an exciting development, one thing was not so much exciting as it was tragic: my dad made me get rid of most of my comics.
I don’t recall which ones I decided to keep, suffice it to say not many of them survived the cross-country relocation. One unfortunate thing about moving back here was that there weren’t many places to buy comic books, there certainly wasn’t a dedicated store for it. They might have sold some at one of the drug stores; Pharamsave and Northern Drugs most likely sold the odd comic book. As neither of those places are around anymore and have been gone for many years, I really can’t say I remember.
While Kitimat was a veritable comic book wasteland, one region I found to be much more comic book-friendly was Vancouver Island, where a cousin of mine lived. I’d go down to visit there often and would get my comic book fix. There was an actual comic book store in Duncan, the town nearest to where my cousin lives. While I didn’t replace many of the issues I might have had previous to the move, I did start up a new collection. Gone were the Transformers, in came the Punisher, Wolverine, X-Men, Lobo, Todd McFarlane-era Spider-Man and soon after, Spawn and a cavalcade of other Image comic titles.
Those were my late teenage years. As a younger child, I’d seen comics as merely entertainment and a great drawing teacher, as I got older I started to see them less as fanciful distractions and more as investments. It was around this time that I started making a conscious effort to try and preserve my comics by exercising the 3 B’s: bagging, boarding and boxing. I also started making more of an effort to collect all issues of a series that I liked, such as Spawn. I also began collecting what I could of artists that I favored, such as the aforementioned Todd McFarlane, along with Jim Lee, Frank Miller, John Romita Jr, and Mark Texiera.
All that time, however, I kept meaning to get the Secret Wars series back into my collection. It would never happen, though. Whether it was because I couldn’t find any issues or if I just wasn’t really looking, I don’t recall.
In these modern times, however, you don’t even need physical copies of comics to own them. Recently I discovered Comixology, which is a website that sells digital copies of comics from Marvel, DC and some Image. The selection isn’t as nearly extensive as it could be, most noticeable by its absence is Spawn. Aside from that, many older titles start with the first 10-20 issues then jump up to the hundreds, leaving quite a considerable gap in between. To a serious collector, that’s not exactly ideal. Whether more issues will be added as time goes on remains to be seen.
One series they do happen to have in its entirety, however, is Secret Wars. After some deliberation, I decided to sign up and buy a digital copy of the series that I hadn’t read in probably more than 2 decades. As it had been so long ago, I had forgotten most of it and didn’t know what to expect from it. It was like reading it again for the first time, and I was quite surprised by what I read.
Disclaimer: this next section is riddled with spoilers. If you have any desire to read this comic book series, I suggest not reading the rest of this blog post until after you have done so.
My initial impression, besides some questionable aspects of the storyline, was that this series might not have aged particularly well. By this I mean that there are some scraps of dialogue that were very much a sign of the times, and they weren’t necessarily the best of times. The first glaring instance appears when the She-Hulk encounters a powerful, evil goddess named Enchantress and punches her so hard that she knocks her unconscious. The She-Hulk, so impressed by her own power, then exclaims, “Oh, wow! That was, like tubular, you know – to the max!”
Commence cringing now. And remember kids: “fad” is only one letter away from being “bad.”
Granted, this series began in 1984, around the time that Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were gaining popularity and surfer lingo was all the rage, so I’ll give them that one. Though I can’t, in good conscience, overlook another scene where Johnny Storm (aka the Human Torch of the Fantastic Four) falls in love with an alien woman named Zsaji and is so happy to see her that he picks her up off the ground, goes flying up into the air with her while singing, “It’s a thriller! Thril-ler night!”
Michael Jackson? Seriously?
Okay, maybe they were trying to appeal to the younger generation but that might be classified as trying a little too hard. I mean there’s a difference between genuine attempts to relate to an age group and full-on, shameless pandering.
It doesn’t stop there, though. In another scene, Iron Man approaches a female hero named Captain Marvel (whom I did not remember at all and does not have a very feminine name, I thought there was a male character with that moniker) and starts to flirt with her. The Cap gets offended and storms off, much to Iron Man’s confusion. He then leaves, saying, “I better forget about my head… and that squeeze!”
Okay, so exactly how long has it been since anyone referred to a female as a “squeeze”?
A lot of this was done, I’m assuming, to add humor to the story but it is a tad on the corny side. They call each other “jerks” quite a lot too, things like that miss the mark a little and bring the series further away from what it could have been.
Another thing that I think took away from it was the choice of characters. This was meant to be the ultimate clash of the Marvel universe and they had a lot of characters I didn’t particularly care for. An example is a group of villains known as the Wrecking Crew, neither of which I remember hearing of before the series and have never heard of again since. The two Doctors, Doom and Octopus, were sensible choices, but I felt the rest of the bad guys left a little something to be desired.
All that aside, I was impressed by the fact that it wasn’t just a generic Good Guy Vs. Bad Guy battle. There are basically five different groups fighting, not only the other side, but each other as well. Some individuals switch allegiances and some have no discernable allegiance at all. Each faction has its own method of dealing with the situation they’ve found themselves in. It’s interesting to see how each group attempts to meet its goal and how far they’ll go to get to it.
Overall, the biggest appeal to me was the nostalgia factor. This was the first time I’d seen any of these comics since those care-free days of my adolescence in Manitoba. After not collecting comics at all and not having this particular series in my collection for so long, it did reawaken the kid in me to read through them again. Even though I didn’t remember the majority of the comics themselves, I did remember some of the panels very vividly and especially one of the covers. I’d say it’s my favorite comic book cover of all time and it probably made the whole series worthwhile on its own. It was issue #10 and it looks like this:
Now come on, tell me that isn’t badass.
Last year I bought a ‘97 Ford Crown Victoria, it was pretty much all my dealership had within my price range and it was either take it or be stuck in Terrace without a vehicle of my own so I took it. I was apprehensive about buying it partly because it was a Ford. My dad was never a Ford fan and often told me that it stood for “Found On Road Dead” or “Fix Or Repair Daily.” My dad is no longer with us so I didn’t have to deal with any potential disapproval, though I can’t help but think if he were still alive he’d cringe at the thought of any family member owning a Ford. It also wasn’t exactly the prettiest car around or the smallest, it’s quite large for a sedan. Another reason I didn’t want to take it was that my first vehicle was a Suburban and I would’ve preferred to replace it with an SUV. The final thing was that it was red, my first vehicle was black and I wanted to continue with that color scheme. However, beggars can’t be choosers. Considering the circumstances and the urgency of my situation, I went with the Crown Vic and paid for it in full with cash.
The biggest advantage of going that route was that it was paid for up front and I had no loan payments to worry about at all, the disadvantage was that it wasn’t quite what I was looking for. But, all in all, it had four wheels and went from A to B, so I set aside my wants in favor of fulfilling my immediate needs.
It’s not a perfect vehicle, it has more than its fair share of quirks but one of my biggest pet peeves is the fact that it has, hands down, the WORST cup holders ever manufactured. Many a time I’ve bought a drink, put it in the cup holder and upon the first sharp turn had the bottle fall out and land somewhere between my feet. This is not only really irritating but also incredibly inconvenient. It leaves me with two choices: 1) leave the bottle to roll around until I can park somewhere, pick it up and put it back in the cup holder, or 2) fish around for the bottle while I’m driving, find it, grab it and put it back in the cup holder. I usually exercise option 2 as I’m adept at finding the bottle while continuing to watch the road and steer, I also usually wait until there’s no oncoming traffic to be on the safe side. And even then, once I do get it back in the cup holder, I know it’s only a matter of time before it happens again.
This is a major problem for me as I almost always have some sort of beverage while I’m driving. The cup holders themselves are only about an inch deep and a full bottle of any type of drink is going to be top-heavy, making it susceptible to tipping over. And this is Kitimat, land of the sharp turns. So what’s the solution?
I was in Canadian Tire one time, thinking this very question over and looking for anything that could help solve it. I needed something that would brace the drink bottle, something that could handle a bottle on its own or extend my existing cup holders and act as an external brace. After some hunting around I found this:
I thought I might be able to put it on my dash board, the only thing was I had no idea if it would fit without buying it to find out. I bought two, just in case and a number of problems arose: 1) I have no room on my dash for one of these on the driver’s side, and 2) even if I did have room it wouldn’t fit because the window comes down at such a sharp angle there’s no room to put anything in it, and finally 3) it’s only big enough for a can to fit into. I never drink anything out of a can while I’m in my vehicle, it’s always bottles.
This looked like it was going to be a waste of money as I bought two of them and had no way of using them, so I held onto them just in case. They were only about $5 each anyway so it wouldn’t be that much of a financial loss, but it was the principle of it all that bothered me the most. Fast forward to a couple of months ago when I bought a rotary tool, again from Canadian Tire. I got to thinking: what if I took those cup (or should I say “can”) holders and cut them with my dremel tool? So I got to work removing the top and bottom of the cup holders, this was a little problematic because even at its lowest setting, the rotary tool still spins pretty fast. Seeing as this is a plastic cup holder I’m cutting up, the friction from the cutting tip causes the plastic to melt very briefly then harden again. This made for extremely messy edges, so I changed the tip and sanded off the excess melted plastic that had hardened in big clumps.
Once I had the top and bottom off, I then cut the plastic cylinder in half. Again I needed to sand the edges, it removed the excess plastic but left some gouges and scratches but I wasn’t really that concerned with making the braces pretty.
Now I needed to test it and see if it would work, so I took the two plastic cylinder halves out to my car and just used masking tape to hold the pieces in place. If it didn’t work or if I needed to make modifications I could easily remove the masking tape and fix the extensions. If it did work, I could remove the masking tape and replace it with something less conspicuous.
After taping my contraption in place, I tested it out. This was the proverbial moment of truth.
First, I tried an empty can. Again, I never drink cans in my car but I tried it just to be thorough in my testing and cover all my bases. I plopped it in, wiggled it around and it showed no signs of tipping over. Next, I tried a 500 mL water bottle. I use these fairly often and when I placed it in between my cup holder extensions it held the bottle without any problems. Last, I tried an empty Coke bottle. After the wriggle test it showed no signs of even being able to move on its own as the plastic braces held the top of the bottle right up against the dash board and kind of wedged it in there. This was an unexpected and pleasant surprise and it’s still easy to put a bottle in and take it out, so the tests were successful.
Satisfied with the results, I then removed the masking tape and replaced it with high quality packing tape, the end result looked like this:
Much like my car, it isn’t pretty but it does the job. I was ultimately able to make use of the cup holders that I bought from Canadian Tire, though not in their original form. But that’s the way of us Native people: make the most of what you have available or what you can get cheaply. If what you have doesn’t work, modify it with whatever else you have on hand with until it does meet your needs.
In the First Nations community, this type of creative problem-solving would be summed up by saying that “I Indian-ized it.” I prefer to say that I used “Injun-uity.”