
I kind of wish something like this still existed. Every Wednesday evening, the phone lines would jam as people called in, outraged, over whatever it is that they got pissed about in this week’s comics, only to hear a spiel about how great Brightest Day is going to be.






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Now, it’s the number for all your wholesale millwork needs.
My God, what if Bob Haney was on the other end of the phone? He could’ve shattered a kid’s mind just by being himself. I mean, I read “World’s Finest” and “The Brave And The Bold” and I’m still not sure that the experience isn’t at some level twisting me. At least Haney’s words were only printed on paper: what might have happened if his voice was crackling down a phone line DIRECTLY INTO A CHILD’S BRAIN!!!! I suspect some Federal Agency eventually insisted on that line being shut down. It had to be done. Terrible things might have happened otherwise.
I actually listened to all these messages. In at least one respect, they were a harbinger of things to come: The first message was two or three weeks late (what one got till then was a recording of Jenette Kahn apologizing, and promising that the real message would be up any day now), and after that DC seldom managed to get them done on a weekly basis; the average was more like ten days.
One memory: It was through one of these messages that I learned that Christopher Reeve would be playing Superman. However, because Reeve was an unknown then, and because the audio quality on the recordings was really awful, I heard the name as “Christopher LEE.” Which was rather confusing.
I don’t know if this was the same thing, but there was a # you could call in the mid 70′s and actually talk to someone … I called once and was asked questions like who was my favorite writer, artist, etc. I became flustered, however, and couldn’t even tell the interviewer what state I lived in. I was very young, I promise. Not even in college yet.