En Garde or: Get Behind Me Covid   I got spiked! Yea!   Not being a medical, emergency or essential worker and given that I haven’t “gone” to work in …

the Quick Freeze or: Springtime Surprise   Ah, the old things are getting warmer so you open up all the windows in the house and wake up freezing from 6 …

Loki Lullaby or the Gift of Sleep   Bad time on the sleep front last night. I’m checking out early tonight. From “the Gift”   Wash those hands and put …

Lone Wolv and Cubby or: Seal of Approval   This weeks grab bag turns up X-Men Unlimited #50 by yours truly and, to some degree or another, legendary Lone Wolf …

Little Big Man or: Atomic Reset   This weeks grab pulls up the Atom #27. I don’t know If he was the last but he was probably the least of …

Color Me Astonished or: We All Live In An Iron Submarine   This weeks grab of Tales to Astonish #82 may not have been astonishing but it was rather confusing …

The Destroyer or: Daylight Savings Sucks   I hate Daylight Savings. Daylight Savings needs to be destroyed. Drax the Destroyer to the rescue. Unfortunately, he’s so far away he won’t …

Return of Marvel Madness or: Calavcade of Captains   Like the tune you can’t get out of your head I’ve got Captain Marvel on the brain. Wash your hands and …

Mar-Vell Madness or: the Big Green Pickle   While wasting time on the web, I stumble on a post about the X-men’s shift from a team uniform to individual suits. …

Mars Is A Rover or: Perseverance Pays Off   Maybe it’s a generational thing but, the idea of landing a dune buggy and helicopter on Mars is cool as all …

Whatta Revoltin Developement or: Hail Hydra   Well, that was disappointing if not unexpected. Every time I think the Republicans can’t possibly crawl any lower…   Wash your hands and …

SPLAT or: Heart of Darkness   Well, foo. The Mighty Chefs of Kansas City have collapsed like a bad souffle. Smitty is a sad panda.   Wash those hands and …

Bye Week or: Insomnia Blues   Didn’t get a lick of sleep last night and everything I try to draw looks like I didn’t get a lick of sleep last …

Havin’ A Party or: Do The Herc   I could say it’s time to go back to the grab bag and how serendipity revealed Journey into Mystery somethin-or-other but, the …

the Sun Will Come Up or: Better Days   Little Orphan Annie was right; the sun actually came up. Woo hoo!   A little over four years ago I compared …

Time Starts Now or: No More Mulligans   My father was a 22 year old signalman when he sounded the General Alarm aboard the USS Ralph Talbot at Pearl Harbor …

Nixon’s Ghost or: Our Long National Nightmare   Some months ago, there was a home invasion outside Chicago. Two thugs enter a house. Seconds later, the homeowner barrels out the …

Xena To the Rescue or: TGIF   I never watched Xena but am now officially in love with Lucy Lawless and wish to bear her children. Kevin Sorbo, TVs Hercules, …

the Beer Belly Putsch or: the Rise and Fall of the Fourth Reich   Make no mistake, 1/6/2021 was a putsch, an attack on America and democracy by armed storm …

the Infamous Day or: MAGA’s Finest Hour   Well, that was interesting… but hardly surprising. This is exactly what The Virus-in-Chief  and his Tea Nazis, proud Nazis, We the Nazis, …

the Impotent Don or: Offer Refused   T-16 days and counting.   Wash your hands and put on your @#$%! masks.   Happy Trails  Smitty      

Pardon Inc. or: Don Virus Corleone   I feel like we’re trapped in a bad Cohen brothers film. No matter how moronic or murderous, no matter how deranged or depraved …

Boo Hoo Cindy-Lou Who or: Keep Away   It’s comforting to know that despite his ongoing battle to subvert the election and handing American “cyber” to the Russians, the Virus-in-Chief …

Big Loser Losing Bigly or: the Long Whiff   Wash your hands and put on your @#$%! masks!   Happy Trails Smitty      

the Long Con or: Circus of Death   The Trump virus is killing people with Pearl Harbor like numbers EVERY DAY while the virus-in-chief prosecutes his war on America, her …

Midnite Mulligan Madness or: Math Is Hard   Happy Trails Smitty      

Playin’ Thru or: Game of Death   Over a quarter million dead from the Trump virus… and the virus-in-chief plays golf.   A request…   The super-spreader season is upon …

Fun With Fascists or: Nattering Nazi Nutjobs   What if you held a 1 million incel Nazi march and nine hundred ninety nine thousand nine hundred incel Nazis didn’t show …

The Big Count or: 1+1=2   What a week.    It’s good news, bad news on a national scale. Years ago, when starting on the Golden Age I designed a …

the Big V or: Last Exit To Sanity   Wash your hands, put on your #$%! masks and, for the love of Cindy Lou Who, vote the Virus out.   …