The Purple Pinup Guru Platform

When purple things are pulsating on your mind, I'm the one whose clock you want to clean. Aiding is Sparky, the Astral Plane Zen Pup Dog from his mountain stronghold on the Northernmost Island of the Happy Ninja Island chain, this blog will also act as a journal to my wacky antics at an entertainment company and the progress of my self published comic book, The Deposit Man which only appears when I damn well feel like it. Real Soon Now.

Friday, February 18, 2005


Some of you right now are probably sitting at work in front of your computer terminal hating yourself, with a StarSchmuck's triple dose latte in one hand and a .38 in the other comtemplating some little nefarious privatized take over of some poor grandmother's welfare check- it's just that you don't really want to do that today.

But I'm here to put a stop to your diabolical schemes of mass plundering. You'll never get that handshake of approval from your neo-con compatriots while I'm around.

No siree- you pencil necked gutless fuck. I'll pound your shit into churned butter now that I'm back in true fine form....

Well, almost. I'm beginning to sign off on the last hurrah of my current dilemma and then after I promise all you good little sluts and studs that I will be back for the full duration of fighting the good fight for your right to worship me...but for now, I'm going to ask my good friend "Grizzly" Alan Sinder to help pitch hit for me and make some cyber home improvements to get this thing looking more professional than usual.

Because I care.

Not about you, of course- but all things that have to do with the Cary Coatney self pontificating universe.

How can I get more Cary Coatney into your life? Is there enough Cary Coatney in your life, ... or is there not enough? Can I get Cary Coatney to become a household word in the year 2005? Or is Cary Coatney simply resigned to become nothing more than a mere flickering beacon on the statistic radar screen? These are the destituting questions that have been plaguing my consciousness ever since last New Year's Eve.

But that was just another night at Jumbo's.

Since my company imposed exile last Halloween (i.e; endless barrage of mandatory OT) , I swear, the only contact I've had with the outside world on this internet is through Heidi MacDonald's express drive thru comic book fan blog, the Beat Heidi's little cyber emporium was the only way I could type a short quip or two without detection from any of my supervisors or bosses leaning over my shoulder and try to put a cap in my already cottage cheese deflating ass (You sit for twelve hours a day, 6-7 days a week and see how buff your henie looks since last Halloween) So I'm extremely thankful to Heidi for maintaining such a easy accessible blog- because it cut down a lot of time of wandering around to other sites to get my cultural gas blast.

Some instances, I would try to sneak Heidi some stories of gossip or stuff that's newsworthy (or noseworthy if that's how you look at it) around the studio. Some made the cut, other didn't- so I'm going to try, with Alan Sinder's help to make this blog look pretty, just. like. Heidi's. In a week or so, Alan will be posting the first few pages of my forthcoming final chapter to the Deposit Man & the Last Great Gate of Mortality saga just as soon as Oliver is ready to release them to me- to whet the APE apettite in April. So, in the meantime, I'm going to go through some recent events that have come down the Coatney pike which should have made it to Heidi's blog- but maybe Heidi probably overlooked the significance of the items, or didn't have have the time to drek through the e-mails I've been sending her. I'll just post the left overs here.
John Vernon

1. the passing of John Vernon - the voice behind all those early Marvel Superheroes cartoons first syndicated back in 1966. Vernon lent his distinctive voice to both the Iron Man and the Sub-Mariner skeins as well as Major Glenn Talbot in the Hulk portion. Besides achieving world wide acclaim for his performances in Killer Klowns from Outer Space and Animal House, Vernon returned to voice work on Batman: The Animated Series as Rupert Thorne and Major Thunderbolt Ross on the 1996 Incredible Hulk series and was the voice of Dr.Strange on Fox's Spider-Man animated series. Although those moving mouth series were laughable looking now that I'm watching them all on bootleg dvds as a adult, it did leave an undeniable impression that these were the images cemented in my mind as a child to recruit me as a Mighty Marvel March Society member and Vernon's voice as Iron Man- well, you know, it's nothing you can shake away from a precious three year old memory. I was told that I supposedly lived just down the street from Vernon while I was living it up in Sherman Oaks. I never got to meet him, although I probably wouldn't have recognized him anyway even if he had walked up the sidewalk near my house unless I heard the sound of his voice. I used to live near a lot of Hollywood semi-celebrities such as Ann Jillian, Everlast, Michael Chiklis, and that irish guy on NYPD:Blue who plays Greg Medavoy (his name escapes me at the moment, but I did catch his dog taking a dump on my lawn).

Marvel Superheroes cartoons were such a trip back in the day. I recently viewed a old Captain America episode that I hadn't seen since I was three years old. The memories came flooding back when I watched the episode that adapted a old Avengers comic with Hawkeye, Scarlet Witch, and Quicksilver fighting the Enchantess and the old Power Man villain. It scared me to death that Captain America toppled over a bridge and supposedly drowned before cutting it to a commerical on good ol' WOR in New York back when they used to air cartoons in the late sixties, I recalled being sick at the time when I watched it with my mom and my stepfather in their bedroom and I distinctly remember throwing a shit fit when my stepfather CHANGED THE GODDAMN CHANNEL!! When he finally did turn back the channel there was Hawkeye's mouth being stifled by a goddamn giant plant and Captain America then came bursting in to save the day and the beat the fuck out of Powerman. That stilted animation and all that blurring omomatopoeia really worked it's Mojo on me to indice spending my hard earned sheckels on a majority of Marvel in my later early teen years.

2. Another lost memory rewound in my head this past weekend dredged up more foul deeds of my cretinous step-father. As I may have said previously on this blog back in it's infamy, my step-father, THE EVIL ROGER had very unique and fanciful ways of torturing our impressionable young hero back in the days from my tyke days of LOST IN SPACE up throughout the period of Harlan Ellison's STARLOST. His slow simmering masterful techniques would even woo over Alberto Gonzalez if he were slumming around as a houseguest 30 years ago. What happened was this: If I had brought home a bad report card or let my hamster run up my drapes and I had to pull the drapes out of its' rungs to bring him back down, or even slipping out the words YOU FUCKING BASTARDS at the dinner table, My stepfather would demerit me by ripping a MARVEL COMIC book right in half in front of me and then maybe follow it up by a black eye or two. However, at one time, he took a comic book that I had lying around the house and tore it up for no good damn reason just to serve his kind of social or political agenda. My stepfather had a really, really, major meltdown issues concerning Black Americans. He didn't want me to associate or speak with any black kids in general (considering that I went to school with nobody but Italian or Irish or jewish kids, there weren't that many around in Parsippany, New Jersey where I was growing up) and so when he saw a copy of Luke Cage: Hero For Hire Number one just casually lying around the coffee table - he had a instant China Syndrome. These social quirks would also escalate much later in my teen years when I got my first subscription copy to Rolling Stone while in high school which depicted a nude John Lennon and Yoko Ono shortly after Lennon was assassinated. Something about my sister coming home from school and being able to see it really fanned his flames. I also got chewed out when I bought a paperback editions of Marathon Man and Jaws at the bookstore when I was still in the fifth grade, but it wasn't as centralized as bringing anything to do with the black culture into the house. Asking permission to see Blacula or Shaft was definitely out

I swore that was going to be the last comic book he'll rip up over my fucking dead 60 or 70 pound little body. So each subsequent issue after my lost number one issue had to have employ more stealth sneaking in than a issue of Playboy or Penthouse. I don't know what bug crawled up his ass about black people- maybe he couldn't get permission to whack off to risque photos of Pam Grier in front of my mom. So, it's now my uniformed duty to celebrate with you all of the fact that I've finally reconciled with my haunted past now that Marvel has finally decided to release the Luke Cage Essential tradepaperback.

Sweet Fuckin' Christmas. This is what should have been under my tree two months ago. I figure if I had to have the Iron Fist one- you just can't have one without the other- that's just simple applied Coatney logic. No two ways about it.

It's all here. Luke Cage Hero For Here #1-16 and Luke Cage: Powerman #17-27 including my long lost (and unread too, I might add- it was torn up before I could even open the cover to read the damn thing) first issue. Villains such as Diamondback, Mace, Ester Rolle as Black Mariah (heh heh - she looks like all my supervisors rolled in one) Chemistro, and I'll never forget that rip roaring battle of Luke Cage vs Doctor Doom that started in New York and winds up in Latavria all over because Doc Doom skipped town without paying his $250 tab for hiring Luke's bodyguard services.

The writers and artist are all here too. Archie Goodwin, Len Wein, Tony Isabella, and Steve Englehart supplying the breath taking words and George Tuska, Billy Graham and Ron Wilson keeping it real with the pretty pictures.

It's a long lost crown jewel for me. I can't wait to tackle this big puppy.

3. Brando Old Time Classic Radio is representing Superman & Batman on Radio with the classic serial installment of the Voice of Doom. Escaped convict, Butcher Stark is rendering people unconscious just with the sound of his voice- and Superman's old nemesis, Scarlet Widow wants in on the action too. The 1946 fifteen minute serial is streamlined Monday through Friday @ 3 AM, 11 AM, & 7 PM Central Time.
Luke Cage!




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