Dec 18
Click for larger imageDuncan Comments: I’m starting to think this “tanning salon” looks a little suspicious.
Published 1955
(Average: 6.67 out of 10)
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Duncan Comments: I’m starting to think this “tanning salon” looks a little suspicious.
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December 18th, 2017 at 10:08 am
Harvey Alert!
(Apologies to anyone who is actually called ‘Harvey’ (and isn’t Harvey Weinstein). Have you considered changing your name to ‘Adolf’ instead?)
December 18th, 2017 at 11:06 am
“It’s a little cocktail I like to call… the Rip-Snorter.”
December 18th, 2017 at 12:20 pm
Wonder who the other stars are besides Greer Garson.
December 18th, 2017 at 1:18 pm
If you take it out of its packaging it loses its mint condition status.
December 18th, 2017 at 1:31 pm
@Francis – I think if cocktails are involved it’s called a “Cosby”. And he definitely did a “Spacey” on those guys in the back.
December 18th, 2017 at 1:34 pm
“I call it the Date Rape Machine. No, no, it’s just a funny name! Here, have a drink.”
December 18th, 2017 at 2:05 pm
“I wake up after 3 years in stasis and you think I want a Coors Light? Tell me you brought some better beer.”
December 18th, 2017 at 3:13 pm
The other book in this double is bland for an Ace Double cover.
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December 18th, 2017 at 3:37 pm
He’s dressed like he just came from a spacewalk. So why is she, entering or exiting stasis, wearing a strapless red dress?
It’s a pulp novel. Why do we even need to ask that question? The answer should be obvious. (Because she has to be SEXY-ish.)
Also, the glass of water? is suspicious.
December 18th, 2017 at 3:49 pm
@fred – I only see Two Faces of Time.
December 18th, 2017 at 3:52 pm
@Raoul—you only see the third face after you’ve had the Rip-Snorter.
December 18th, 2017 at 4:35 pm
From the Three Faces of Time cover:
“Someone is touching my butt!”
December 18th, 2017 at 4:52 pm
“Here drink some of this elixir. We’ll have you out of that dress, er … pod in no time!”
December 18th, 2017 at 5:17 pm
Before I get out, fetch me a bathrobe. I think I ripped my snort.
December 18th, 2017 at 5:40 pm
@Raoul: I see three times: past, present and future, as well as scads of faces, including horse face.
December 18th, 2017 at 5:44 pm
Everyone’s seeing this as Professor McClaine taking people out of pods. My immediate reaction was that he was filling torpedoes with replicant 40s film stars and firing them at Hollywood from low Earth orbit so he could wrest control of the studios and, thereby, America.
How else do you explain Reagan?
December 18th, 2017 at 7:16 pm
I have no explanation of Reagan. He demanded more Bedtime for Bonzo movies? “My name is Rea-KHAN.”
December 19th, 2017 at 12:02 am
The stars are ours, with bars in cars… where the drinks could be Cosby’d. Aargh.
Greer’s rightly looking suspicious. The previous roofie must be wearing off, thus Doc Perv is eager to give her another one (And in the future, we have starships and stasis pods, but not contact lenses or LASIK?).
Cosby roofies on this cover, Spacey butt-grabbing on the other side… it’s a Harvey double feature.
December 21st, 2017 at 6:32 am
@Tat Wood (#16):
AH! So *that’s* what Professor McClaine meant when he said “Just relax, Jo(e). Relax completely….” 😉
December 21st, 2017 at 6:35 am
Hey, I just had a thought (it doesn’t happen very often, and I like to let people know about it when it does) —
Can we combine “Tomorrow, The Stars”” and “The Stars Are Ours” and end up with “Tomorrow, The Stars Are Ours”?
Tomorrow, the stars are ours.
Today, not so much….
December 21st, 2017 at 6:54 am
The stars will be ours tomorrow, tomorrow.
It’s only a day awaaaaaay!
January 12th, 2018 at 9:31 am
“Where am I?”
“In the future, dear. The refrigeration process worked.”
“Oh… where are the others who got frozen with me?”
“Sorry! Some jerk stored them standing upright, and their brains died.”
June 18th, 2021 at 9:39 pm
“Chapter 1:
As she awoke from the slumber, she rip-snorted violently. A man dressed as a physician came to her assistance with a rip-snorting drink.
“Please relax,” he said rip-snortingly. “You have come a long way.”
“I only remember a rip-snorting earthquake…” she said dizzily.
“Your civilization suffered a rip-snorting collapse ages ago. This, dear lady, is the year 2,840 R.A.D.!”
“R-A-D…?”
“That’s ‘Rip-Snortingly Anno Domino’ in your language.”