Dr. Strange was the sole reason I grew a goatee and epic sideburns in my college years. It was farking AWESOME. Sadly, the vast majority of female students did not share my love of arcane-optimized facial hair. I was extremely lucky, however, to find one smoking hot young lady who had developed a crush on Edward Mulhare (the Ghost from "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir") as a young teen. And rather than explain that my fancifully manicured man growth was inspired by a different supernatural entity than the one she was all squishy for, I cheerfully forked over $40 for a wool sea coat and turtleneck at the local Army/Navy store and did my best to speak with a Gloucester accent. Slightly dishonest, I admit, but it was effective.

When Shooter was the head of Valient Comics in the late 80's, he would write a short paragraph on some of the back covers saying what a "rockin' good time" it was working there.

I'm thinking he had a broken VCR with Wild at Heart stuck on infinite playback at that time....

I've been meaning to get into old Captain Marvel or Warlock. Most of my 70s collection consisted of Defenders issues I got as a kid out of the 25 cent bin, which were pretty bizarre. Probably my clearest memory is an issue where the Hulk is obsessed with eating beans. I'd hate to be there when he digests that...