Last month, I expressed my regrets for having gotten rid of whichever Marvel comic book it was that had included my name as one of the early members of the Merry Marvel Marching Society. (Printing 25 different names in each issue every month was a thing Marvel made a habit of back then.)

I had a memory of my name appearing in an issue of Tales from Suspense which pictured Iron Man battling the Titanium Man on its cover, and I asked for your help in tracking it down. Well, some has tracked down my name—though where exactly it was tracked down from remains to be seen.

Over on LiveJournal, Doc Hermes posted the following scan, and if you look at the box of names, you see mine in the third column, four up from the bottom.

So if I now have a scan of the page containing my name, then why did I state in the header above that my mystery wasn’t fully solved, but “almost” solved?

Well, first of all, if you click on the image above, you’ll see that as of yet, I don’t have a full-sized scan.

But the real reason the mystery remains is because Doc Hermes scanned the page without making a note as to where it originated. Also, he thinks “this was from an issue of STRANGE TALES, early on in the Nick Fury run (before Jim Steranko),” which completely contradicts my Tales of Suspense/Iron Man memory.

So—I’ve got the puzzle partially completed. Any chance these additional clues will help you fill in the final piece?

I was tweeting last night about Sean Howe’s Marvel Comics: The Untold Story, which I’m currently about 75% of the way through (more on that later), and in response to my statement that I was glad I’d left Marvel before things got truly ugly there, I was asked whether I’d moved on before or during the Jim Shooter era.

Well, not only was I there during the beginnings of the Shooter era, but he and I actually once fell from the sky together!

In case you didn’t know that, check out this sidebar I wrote that appeared in the December 1976 issue of Marvel’s fan magazine FOOM.

And since the pics accompanying the article are quite fuzzy thanks to FOOM‘s far from state-of-the-art printing process, here are some of the original pics to show how insane (and young) we once were. (more…)

When I was a kid, I joined the Merry Marvel Marching Society the moment its existence was announced in the pages of the comics. Yes, I was that much of a Marvel fanboy, even though the term fanboy hadn’t been invented yet. But considering how I joined, it’s surprising I ever became a member.

I gathered my pennies, nickels, and dimes, shoved them into an empty Junior Mints box, taped it shut, shoved that into an envelope, taped that shut, and mailed the chunky package off to 625 Madison Avenue. After what seemed like a millennium of waiting, and wondering whether the mess I’d mailed ever made it, my membership kit arrived … including this snazzy button, which I still own, and which I often think of wearing to Comic-Con, stopped only by my fear of the heartache I’d feel if I lost it.

But there’s another momento of that membership I’ve lost over the years … and I’m hoping you can help me regain it. (more…)

Behold the true but secret headline which hides beneath all headlines …

If only a newspaper would run this for real instead of leaving it as subtext!

(panel from Hawkeye #2, November 2012, words by Matt Fraction art by David Aja)

If you’d like to know more about The Scarecrow, who I created for Marvel Comics back when dinosaurs still walked the Earth, pick up a copy of Back Issue magazine #60, which features a five-page article by Dewey Cassell focused on the character.

In addition to gathering and making sense of everything I’ve written about the Scarecrow on my blog over the years, Cassell also conducted new interviews, melding it all together to finally put in one place the story of the character’s creation, how he almost got his own book, and why that never came to pass.

So pick up a copy, if for no other reason than that it will satisfy your craving for the history of Marvel in the ’70s that you won’t get a full picture of until Sean Howe’s Marvel Comics: The Untold Story is published next month.

I was doing a lot of smiling last night. That’s because I finally carved out some time to read Dewey Cassell’s book Marie Severin: The Mirthful Mistress of Comics. As I’ve told you many times, I don’t just like Marie—I love Marie.

And last night, I relived many of the reasons why. (I was about to write that I “remembered” many of the reasons why, but that would imply I’d forgotten those reasons … and no one could ever forget Marie.) (more…)

I’ve been thinking a lot about the past lately, one reason being that I had to try to re-create it so that Sean Howe’s book, Marvel Comics: The Untold Story, would be as accurate as memory would allow, the other being I’m trying to lead as uncluttered a life as I can, so whatever doesn’t seem absolutely necessary to own … goes.

Which means that not only did I have to recently explain when I was hired by Marvel Comics to be Editor of the British reprint books, how long I worked in that position, and when I moved over to work in the U.S. Bullpen, but I then ran across a document which proved that what I had told Sean … was wrong! Well, not 100% wrong … just wrong enough.

What I’d thought, from this vantage point of three decades after the fact, was that I’d worked on the British books for six months or so, yet a couple of pages I just ran across shows …

… I was only there for three! (more…)

Considering I spent about 13 hours yesterday either in my hotel room or the hotel lobby prepping Comic-Con stories for Blastr, it’s amazing anything strange was able to happen to me, since what kind of strange stuff could likely happen while I’m alone in my hotel room? (Please … don’t let your minds go there.)

In any case, when I finally made it more than 100 yards from my laptop and over to the Random House party at Bootlegger, I ended up in a conversation with Vladimir Verano of Third Place Press, who at one point looked at my badge and wondered why he knew my name. Then the proverbial light bulb went on over his head, and from his bag he pulled a galley of Sean Howe’s upcoming history of Marvel Comics in the ’70s, Marvel Comics: The Untold Story.

That’s coincidental enough, but the really strange thing? From the placement of his bookmark, I could see that he’d just, and I do mean just, gotten to the part where I came in.

At Vladimir’s request, I autographed the page where I first appeared, even though my desire to read Sean’s book and find out what really happened back then when I was too busy living it to pay attention is so great that I’d rather have created a distraction (Look—George R. R. Martin!) and then dashed from the bar with it under my arm. But I behaved.

So is that serendipitous enough for you?

We all remember why Peter Parker decided that with great power came great responsibility, right? It’s because way back during his first appearance in Amazing Fantasy #15, Spider-Man decided that “from now on I just look out for Number One,” and let a common criminal get away …

… resulting in … well … you know how that decision turned out. Bye bye, Uncle Ben!

And it was all Peter’s fault.

But if you’d first encountered Spider-Man via his second appearance, you would have found a subtly different origin path. (more…)

Someone took a look at my Twitter icon last night and said, “Hey, that doesn’t look like you!” Well, it did … once. Or who knows, maybe it didn’t, and perhaps only Marie Severin thought so. Because that’s how she drew me back when dinosaurs still walked the Earth and I left my job in the Marvel Bullpen.

Here’s the long-ago going away card she cooked up when I quit to become a full-time freelancer.

I can sometimes grow melancholy if I look too closely at the signatures on the card, since so many—Dave Cockrum, John Verpoorten, Archie Goodwin, for example—are gone.

Of course, many are still with us, such as my wife there in the upper right corner, and even good old (seemingly immortal) Stan Lee in the upper left corner.

But that’s not the only signature-festooned card I received during my time at Marvel … (more…)