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Lore at Wired - World's Worst Superhero Names "It bothers me that Jean Grey doesn't get a superhero name. And her real name isn't really that interesting. It's as if the Avengers included Captain America, Iron Man, Thor and Dave Henderson."

Cup of Joe Powell - On The Death of Dave Cockrum "Dave was typical of many artists who worked for both big publishers, DC and Marvel, and it was his work with Len Wein to re-invent the X-Men franchise in the 1970s which brought him real fame, creating the characters of Storm, Nightcrawler, Colossus, Phoenix, Mystique and others. That's his cover for the relaunch of the X-Men. Much of his design work became the model for all those characters now on the silver screen and in the current run of X-books."

Todd A - Wolverine, Hulk, and X-Men reviews "But last night, I picked up the run of Classic X-Men that I had. I read #16 and loved it. John Byrne penciled the first story (well most of it). John Bolton (not the U.N. Ambassador, natch) penciled the second story. That’s the X-Men I remember. Bolton’s got an interesting style. It’s simple but it stands out. But Byrne’s work… I mean what can you say? It’s just perfect."

Rex L. Camino - four things that always bothered me about the wonder twins "4. The Super Friends cartoon ran around the same time Donny and Marie Osmond were at the height of their fame, and a four year old Rex always got them confused with the Wonder Twins. To this day I halfway expect Donny Osmond to turn into a bucket of something when I see him on TV." Rex also cracks on Aquaman, which segues into the next bit.

McSweeney's - AQUAMAN, KING OF THE SEVEN SEAS, HAS FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOU, MAN.

First off, I don't talk to them. OK?

That's, like, the first thing. Let's start there.

It's not like I'm all, Hey, Peter Pufferfish, what's up? and he's all, Yo, nothing much, brah.

It doesn't work like that, all right? I mean, most of them don't even have brains, for one thing. They have maybe a bump at one end of their spinal cord, a pimply little swelling of ganglia, if they're lucky.

Language is not a looming issue, is what I'm saying.

No, how it works is: I command them. Period, the end. Command, as in bend them to, you know, my will and whatnot. Fuckin' A.

Even the ones with actual for-real brains, the cetaceans. If I want, you know, a pod of Burmeister's porpoise to ram the hell out of Black Manta's Manta Sub, that shit gets done. If I totally want, like, a southern minke whale to go hump a giant squid (its most hated enemy, by the way), I just go doodoodoodoodoodoo and it's like Show World down there. Not that I would, because, you know, gross, but I'm just saying: I don't ask. I'm not going to be all, If you wouldn't mind terribly much, please, Mr. Southern Minke Whale, go get your nasty freak on with that giant squid.