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Your welcome @jlouque. It's good to see that all of the books arrived safely. I wasn't exactly sure what books might fit your taste the best so I included something of a variety, well except for two issues of The Son of Satan.

One of my best friends is a postal employee, and they take every possible day off believe me.

Sounds like a plan Winston.

I was going to ship the prize I offered out to shadow, but it's a postal holiday as yesterday was Sunday. At least I have the books boxed up and ready to go.

I must have mis-fired on the Ghost Rider book

I will select; #2 VG reader mags, MAD detached centerfold and Epic "Frazetta" cover detached top staple, Ghost Rider 18 30 cent variant cgc 4.0 donated by ADAMANTIUM

I will be picking live.

Eat too much for Christmas dinner anyone?

From the Molten Man to the Heat is on with ice on the side

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Ok here we are on the verge of Christmas, and what have I to post but some nonsense I wrote about 5 years ago. It's a short venture into the twilight zone where a pumpkin to the head knocks Ichabod Crane back in time about 20 years, just in time to take the place of Paul Revere. The midnight ride of Ichabod crane .. substituting for Paul Revere Twas a fine night to be out for a ride little did he have but humble pride over the narrow bridge he hastily crossed not knowing that all soon would be lost Then an unerring sphere whistled through the air true to its course, it him plumb square that stout pumpkin exploded upon hitting his head as his lights dimmed he wished he'd stayed in bed A long time passed before he awoke but not by the road, nor the hoary wizened oak Instead he found himself near the swelling seas side "What has happened now", he was heard to have cried Soon he was surrounded by deadly earnest men "Wake up good fellow why are you sleeping in the glen Were looking for a good man who has a fast horse as Revere's horse is lame and cannot run the course" "We have no horses and no one else is nearby so we implore you to take reins and fly as the British are coming, and it's now your mission to dust yourself off and warn of the invasion from Britain!" Part II So Ichabod, decided to accept that dangerous role No one seemed to have noticed that he was one shaky soul He'd make that ride through a hail full of shots and let the historians see if they could connect the dots He wearily climbed the tower of the Old North Church, Up the wooden stairs, with trembling tread did he lurch "I must have bats in my belfry" passerby's overheard, But he surprised the skeptics, and from their chairs they stirred Suddenly all his thoughts went askew As a shadowy shape rose out of the gloom, Where the creek widened out and threatened impending doom A line of pumpkins whistled from out of the fog "That's not in the -script", and he ducked like a dog It was twelve by the rusty village clock When he pulled into Medford, he had a huge shock with fresh memories of the horseman, he let out a wail waking the town's men, and setting them upon the Britishers trail then he noticed the slimy abundance of bog and shuddered again as he was overrun by the fog It was one AM as he heard the town crier shout, When he eased his old mare into Lexington. He saw the withered wicker sticks from witches games played, replete with nasty tricks their worn out brooms stark and bare, leaped out at him, from melancholy thin air. It was an hour later at the next village gate, When the British scouts strolled into town He heard the beating of their drums and the wispy wings of bats in flight and felt the dread of awful fright blowing over the stirring leaves and no one was safe in bed that night much to the stealthy invaders delight as the British prepared their lines in the road soon to be wracked by many a musket ball load So you thought you knew the rest so well but sit still yet and listen for a spell The British troops they stopped for beer and the Yankee militia caught them from the rear While behind the tables and one lonely bar stool stood Ichabod still looking to see if he was followed by a ghoul So through the night rode Reveres stand in twin but on that night he rarely ventured in from out of the cold to the warmth of the fire even though he would repeatedly tire And his voice tired, though, from many shouts of alarm would prevent many that night from serious harm for borne by the scare of those pumpkins thrown he would ride all night on his bedraggled roan For in those hours of fright and needless fear the nation would waken calmly and rousingly cheer The slogging shuffle step of that horse so plain And the midnight message borne by Ichabod Crane

Robot cover to yet another robot cover

A huge thanks to @ashsaytrwho went above and beyond with the gifts he sent. First over 1,000 pages of Sheena and Forbidden Worlds comics. This should keep me occupied until spring arrives. I had seen Gwandanaland Comics before when researching comic books in the Grand comics database, but never actually knew what they were. Best of all they used the original art from comics when creating their reprints and not the digitally remastered ones. If that wasn't enough he also included a copy of the PS Artbooks Space Action, which also offers high quality reprints.

October 1962 to November 1962

Death in the sky to the empty cockpit

War to Star Spangled War Stories

U.S. shipping is on me. I will cover the first $20 for foreign shipments.

Looks like I better get busy.

The collection of 17 Spider-man books arrived a couple of days ago. Rather than take photos again I will provide the grades given by the seller. In a few cases the book had no grade and I gave it my best estimate. About 6 books had wavy bags, those were replaced by brand new bags. From my post a few days ago.

Sledder ... My exchange gift of "A large lot of Spider Man annuals" is in two positions on the list (43 &50). Once I received the 17 books, I posted a detailed list of what those books would be along with their grades. That is what makes up the 50th spot on the list. This 50th spot can be deleted to avoid confusion.

Found this on the net a few years ago. The Night Before Startup 'Twas the night before startup and all through the house not a program was working, there clicked not a mouse The users were nestled all snug in their beds with visions of systems alive in their heads. The programmers slumped round their screens in despair and felt that a miracle now would be fair. Then from the back office there rose such a chatter I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter and there to my marveling eyes did appear a wonder programmer ­ with a six pack of beer. His resume glowed with experience so rare he turned out great code with that bit-pusher's flair. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, turning specs into code like a sitcom berserk. A wink of his eye and a nod of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. More smoothly than salesmen his programs they come; he whistled and shouted and called them by name. On update, on add, on inquire and delete, on batch jobs, on closing on functions complete. His eyes all glazed over, hands nimble and lean, from long days and nights spent in front of a screen. He tapped and he hammered, he nothing did shirk, turning specs into code; then he turned with a smirk, and laying his finger upon Enter key, the system came up and worked perfectly. The updates updated, the deletes all deleted, the inquiries inquired and the closing completed. He tested each whistle, he tested each bell, and with nary an abend it all had gone well. The system was finished, the tests were concluded, the client’s last changes were even included. Then the user explained in apocalyptic font, "It’s just what I asked for, but not what I want."

The Fantastic Four to the precursor four

Grodd the gorilla.

The Sinister Six to 7 super villains