It was with this in mind that I paid for a VIP package at this year's Planet Comicon in Kansas City so I could get a picture and autograph with Stan Lee. As my wife put it, "it's not like you're going to get another chance to meet Stan Lee."
When a celebrity dies, I typically don't mourn. I feel sad for them and their families, but the list of non-personal friends and family members I would mourn is pretty short. I cried when Leonard Nimoy died (because Mr. Spock was an inspiration and lifeline during some rocky teenage years), and I imagine I will cry more when Stan Lee passes.
He ain't perfect, but legends seldom are. His influence and innovation changed an industry, and warped a lot of childhoods in wonderful, fantastic ways.
Don't go soon, Mr. Lee. But when you do, please know we are grateful for your contribution to the world, and you will be missed.
I always wanted the chance to thank him for all he did to raise a lonely child who loved his comic book stories and learned not to be racist against mutants because mutants were cool. I can't think of anyone else that had more influence on me back then.
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.
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It was with this in mind that I paid for a VIP package at this year's Planet Comicon in Kansas City so I could get a picture and autograph with Stan Lee. As my wife put it, "it's not like you're going to get another chance to meet Stan Lee."
When a celebrity dies, I typically don't mourn. I feel sad for them and their families, but the list of non-personal friends and family members I would mourn is pretty short. I cried when Leonard Nimoy died (because Mr. Spock was an inspiration and lifeline during some rocky teenage years), and I imagine I will cry more when Stan Lee passes.
He ain't perfect, but legends seldom are. His influence and innovation changed an industry, and warped a lot of childhoods in wonderful, fantastic ways.
Don't go soon, Mr. Lee. But when you do, please know we are grateful for your contribution to the world, and you will be missed.
Damn. right in the feels with this one.
I always wanted the chance to thank him for all he did to raise a lonely child who loved his comic book stories and learned not to be racist against mutants because mutants were cool. I can't think of anyone else that had more influence on me back then.
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