- April 24th, 2015
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No, open wheel, windshieldless, dirt track racer was ever that clean. Ever. Really. I do like that they have his helmet flying off and didn’t bother to even put one on her because, let’s face it, nobody looks good in a helmet. My favorite title on this is “Hate+Speed=?”. Which is funny because when I did the math it came out Hate+Speed=the 10 just outside of Blythe.
Cow Queen 1951
Off the top of my head I can’t think of one woman who would want to be known as Cow Queen. I am sure it was a prestigious accomplishment back in 1951. The week long figurehead of some state or county fair. Getting a sweet spot in the fair parade. The envy of all the other girls. The attention of all the boys and the local newspaper. Now, troll bait on social media.
Now I know the context here. It’s a soldier returning from war going to playfully surprise his bride to be. Except for some reason this one panel by itself with no text comes off rather menacing. Just the back of her framed in the doorway. Unaware of the figure coming up from behind. Only part of him coming into the frame. Moving toward her. If the next frame had shown a close up of his hands popping open a switchblade I would not have been surprised. Maybe it’s time to cut back on the Hitchcock movies.