I won’t make you click a link this time to view the rest. This is from my blog I had, back in February, on blogspot, called Count Judas’ Pajama Jam. I don’t write for it anymore since I use this writing style on PrattleRattle, so if you do like my ranting here, be sure to check out the stuff I have, and the other writers, on that site.
Watch the video above or else this won’t make any sense. Here we go. I know that no matter what, you’re going to hate the generation that comes after you. I am in that weird position where technically, I’m the start of Generation Y aka the computer generation, but I identify so much more with Generation X simply because I liked the music, the movies, and most importantly, I didn’t grow up with a computer. I have full understanding of what the world is like without Internet, personal computers, or cable television. Growing up, we played outside and used our imaginations. Ideas just didn’t come out of nowhere, they were conceptualized, molded, and perfected. Today, ideas are googled, downloaded, and plagiarized.
One year ago, I wrote an article for ComicVine on the Comics Code Authority and a bit of history about it. Pretty brief stuff. Check it out.
Although you may not notice it as much on comics today, except for maybe on kids books from DC, Bongo, and Archie, between the mid-50s and early 00s, almost every comic had a stamp on it, somewhere on the cover that read “Approved by the Comics Code Authority.” As a kid, in the wistful 80s, I never really understood what that meant. I always imagined a room full of old men reading comic books and after each one yelling “approved!” or “hogwash!” Sadly, as I got older and found out exactly who and why this was on each comic book, I realized I wasn’t too far off.