Bottomless schooner of Old
costumed adventurer: always in costume as "those who look upon Phantom's face must die". Even when the Phantom goes abroad as 'Mr Walker' (for 'the Ghost Who Walks') he just basically throws a hat and coat on. How this works for the passport photo is one of those great unanswered questions.

So, yes, while it has been said that Bruce Wayne is a guise that Batman employs, rather than vice versa, and Clark Kent is Superman with a pair of glasses and his hair combed differently (which doesn't work as a disguise, in case you were thinking of trying it), The Phantom has no other identity at all.

skull cave: the batcave and arrowcave are situated under their respective heroes' mansions to allow for easy access but the skull cave is deep within the jungle so good thing the 'Guardian of the Eastern Dark' has a horse. The Fortress of Solitude may be way off in the Arctic but that's not a problem when you've got superspeed.

secret command: the Jungle Patrol have a secret commander who sends and receives messages via a well. He also received messages by jungle drum. This may have worked in the nineteen thirties but now he'd communicate via fax or e-mail. Not half as romantic.

pets: for archetypal names you can't go past Hero and Devil. And the horse and wolf make sense as offsiders. Ace the Bathound always seemed ridiculous and Krypto, Comet and Streaky even moreso (what's the point of a flying horse when you can fly yourself?! - at least the wing-ed steed is useful to the Shining Knight and the Black Knight)

love interest: while supes occasionally fraternises with other LL-monikered members of the opposite sex, the majority of Marvel heroes have been serial monogamists, and Green Arrow sows his seed with wild abandon, this generation's Phantom has been a one-woman man.

realism: no supertype baddies, only pirates, corrupt sultans and common crooks. The Phantom is well developed, lightning fast etc but capable of being injured.

weapons: like all the early heroes, uses guns and his fists. Most of the lineup of the Seven Soldiers of Victory were characters who got dressed up in gaudy outfits and punched you in the head. That was it (so theoretically anyone with a propensity for violence and taking the law into their own hands could have become a superhero.)

successors: The Phantom has the most prevailing need to have an heir. For otherwise the legend ends. There are other heroes who pass the flame to their own progeny vizStarman and The Ray.
But most often they are wards or junior partners - Kid Flash becomes The Flash when Barry Allen dies (he, in turn, was inspired by Jay Garrick, the Golden Age Flash); Robin the Boy Wonder.
spectre of immortality: quite common in the pulp era heroes. Denny Colt survives death to assume the mantle of The Spirit. Another detective, Jim Corrigan, is shot to death and is given a chance to exact revenge in the all-powerful figure of The Spectre.

Styrofoam cup
Hmm. You're probably thinking that I've already started to lose interest in this blogging business but the truth is that my home pc is playing up and won't let me post new entries so I'm writing this at work (during my lunch hour!).

Here, as promised, is that entry on The Phantom

Dad blamed my Nana for getting me onto superhero comics and he was right. She sent one of those big brown paper parcels for Christmas when I was eleven. The stuff inside was never labelled but we figured out who owned what. I had no trouble recognizing Thor "O Bitter Victory!" and Amazing Spider-Man "The Arms of Doctor Octopus!*" as mine. And I was hooked from that point on.

[*titles and dialogue always had exclamation marks:"Peter, dear, could you swing by the deli and get some milk!"]

So, strange then, that I was already well familiar with The Phantom. In fact, I'd already sold a large collection of Phantom comics at a district fete (something I'd never do now!) Well The Phantom is a bit like Joh; just as the Queensland dictator was 'not a politician' despite having a longer rein at the top than all other state premiers, so The Ghost Who Walks was 'not a superhero'. Phantom comics are available in dusty little shops in the outback that have never sold (or seen) an Avengers or X-Men. And they are read by truckies, farmers, shearers...

What marks him off as different? Clearly the Phantom is the seminal superhero, the epitome of his kind (...NOW READ ON)

Black Russian Kahula
Today I saw sacks of coffee beans with titles enough to keep me in blog entries until about March of next year. Not that I want to infringe on the proprietor's coffee right. So, sorry folks, there won't BE any Rum Butter Spicy entries.

You know what I hated when I was a boy?

I hated getting a haircut. Short back and sides shit me.

I wouldn't like to try now, with a welterwaung of competing theories and ideas jockeying for position in my grey matter, to guess why this fairly painless procedure attracted such infantile opprobrium. Maybe I was nicked; my ears needed some circumnavigation.
And short back and sides do nicely profile one's ears. There's literally no way of hiding the fact that your ears stick out, short of wearing headgear.
Or maybe (if you accept Jung's notion of archetypes) I was just being a child of the sixties. Literally.

Now I probably feared the dentist more. But it was precisely this awareness of just how many sharp objects there were that kept me from making a fuss. True, the barber had scissors and razors but he wasn't supposed to use them on anyone.

The further disadvantage that barbers have is that their difficult customers stay upright and there's nothing stopping them from screaming and thrashing around. Of course this makes the actual haircut hard to execute. In my case,that was the plan.

My aversion to haircuts lead to two distinct bad hair phases, ironically enough:

High school. Nowadays children of the same age sport a gamut of hairstyles. Sometimes the same kid may go through a crazy spin cycle of haystacks and bobcuts. But then you had to have it long. And the hostel administration and parents decided that that meant shoulderlength. I compounded this noncommittal middleground wretchedness with a middle parting and hair brushed OVER MY EARS.
I must have thought that would solve both problems. My ears would vanish and I'd be cool. It didn't turn out that way, needless to say. Something that resembled a moptop split in half was going about the whole thing the wrong way.

Early twenties. I decided after the horror of high school was over (and the disappointment of unemployment about to descend) that I just wouldn't go to the hairdresser. Fuck it if it was that traumatic. But instead of growing long my hair grew outward tufted. When I did finally relent and abandon this barf-faunt hairdo, the person cutting my hair went above and beyond the call that day. And told me so.

Postscript: I did eventually grow my hair long and kept it in a ponytail for most of that time. When this started looking too grizzly, I cut it and have been happily going to a cheapo barber in George Street ever since.

Kick start
Still all hyped up after going out. This week has been a late one as I've been doing heaps of overtime (it's only for the fortnight). So, rather than being sensible and grabbing as much shuteye as possible on the nights inbetween I decided to go and see The Go-Betweens. They were playing in town so I couldn't pass up such an opportunity. I've seen them several times but not for some years.

I'll give you the lowdown on that in an upcoming blog entry (throwing out teasers here - first the 'man who can never die', now a band with a similar claim)

For those who came in late... (heh)

The 'list your favourite' link is the one that will change every Wednesday. I hope to keep the rest of my hyperlinks a-happening (I noticed my first procrastination one apparently drop out)

Full Bean Flavour
What the f....? That 'last' entry was actually about the third blog entry I posted but I saved it as a draft when I wanted to add the hyperlink and now it's falsely posted on today's post.
It could have been worse. For a while there I thought I'd lost it altogether.

You'll just have to reconstruct - count on your fingers if you have to.
I've got another little quirky surprise that I've added. On the 'actual last entry' I comment on how you can list your favourite things on a personal website.
Well, each week I'll change the site that this links to. And it'll be favourite commonplace things (or it might not turn out that way; depends on Google)

I was going to make this entry all about The Phantom alias Mr Walker for the 'Ghost Who Walks' but have decided to hang fire with that one or you'll get the idea that this is a comic geek blog. And that would only be partly correct.

I will talk about politics, you can be assured. A summary of the present situation: Nelson Mandela and Vaclev Havel have retired and Mikhail Gorbachev is long out of the scene so there aren't any decent leaders I can think of.
I dunno, do people elect leaders so they can maintain a sense of superiority?! I can just imagine some obnoxious bore prefacing everything with 'At least I'm not as stupid as Bush'/'At least I've got more integrity than Howard' and so forth.

Short black
Tired and must go to bed. Thought it worthy of mention that this is a fantastic organisation, this here Tripod. They have great web building tips - among the best I've seen. And a generous space for building a webpage.
End of unpaid advert.

Is this the best couple of years ever for Marvelites? For a while there we thought that they were never going to make a decent film and what with all these characters who would work so well on the big screen. Well now the technology and the audience is there. I'm waiting for Daredevil to come out on DVD but I've thoroughly enjoyed the X-films and Spider-Man. And I want to be there for the opening of the Hulk; one of my very favourite characters.

Mug of char

This wasn't supposed to happen. I've edited this entry for nearly five years and it's never been wiped out before. It was the original naive musings on how much of a webpage I'd have crafted by now. So maybe it's for the best.

The thing that was "interesting" about this entry is the revolving hyperlink, sometimes known as a rotating hyperlink. I'll keep that going. You probably know it of by heart, the one about choosing your favourites.

Great greedy gulp
Hugh Jackman hosting the Tony Awards was just the latest in a long line of triumphs for famed Australians. It wasn't always that way. Into the seventies Australian cinema was still fond of dragging in a grizzled Hollywood veteran to star when Jack Thompson was busy on another picture. Michael Pate was finding work in Hollywood - as an 'Indian Chief'.

The only way to get any standing was to achieve success. And this our directors and actors have continued to do throughout. We now have a few Oscars under our belt and moguls demanding our players for starring roles and attendant perks. Heady times.

The good thing (in my eyes) is that this is well deserved. It is always possible to become popular through pedestrian or downright cynical means. The pop charts have consistently reflected this since as long as I can remember. But, while this country has its fair share of creative misfires and cheap and forgettable drek, Australian filmmaking, for the main, has just enough of the 'hard yards' to traverse to keep it fresh and honest.

Satisfied slurp
Yes! I'll be a regular contributor here. Like the colour scheme and the format is user friendly.

What was this zine calledDrink It Black to be?
(1)an interrogative journal asking the difficult questions;
(2)a forum for comparative religion with the questions posed methodically but filtered through a sensibility that favours paganism when getting spiritual, suspicious of religion at all other times;
(3)a magazine that spotlighted ordinary people using the hype applied to stars and asking the kind of soulsearching questions that don't presume that lack of profile equals lack of insight. Or that an 'unsexy' vocation implies a life less interesting.

Thankfully I've been spared from asking priests the difficult questions. The pockets of, in turn, apathy and antipathy I encountered from my intended audience made the effort seem unrewarding. The ordinary people are telling their stories on Andrew Denton's latest show Enough Rope and I happily defer to Denton on all such occasions.

Besides blogs allow you to comment on things as they come up. It's much easier and the information isn't stale by the time the thing's stapled and double bound.

This is all introductory and I intend to take this into interesting territory in the next few installments.

First sip
I figured since I had just started my first amateur webpage I should start a blog as well. And what better way than with the loose theme of the zine idea I have had kicking around for a decade.

I settled on Drink It Black after reading a Defenders comic in which the Hulk has made coffee and when Nighthawk remarks that he usually takes milk, Greenskin growls "Drink it black!"

I might grab remnants of the original theme but, since this is a blog - a very different animal, the only real part of the choice of title lies in the undertaking to be honest in exploring any topic I light on with some degree of thoroughness and detachment. I think I've been outside systems long enough to make a reasonable fist of it. And I'm a culture vulture/info freako of the first order so at least I won't be boring you with obscure events shared with paper strangers.

I'll drop lots of poetic devices in cos that brightens up the presentation (a blogger has to have some consideration for his audience)

Well I'll send this off and see how it looks.