Here’s one of the big Heritage Moments. A woman is in her kitchen and smells burnt toast, then has a seizure. Good old doctor Penfield says “Hey Guys, if we can find the Burnt Toast Lobe of the brain, we’ll know what is causing the lady’s seizures” and then he pokes her brainparts until he accomplishes just that. The woman then gets to narrate the fact that Penfield was known as “the Greatest Canadian Alive”.

Wikipedia tells me that Penfield lived from January 26, 1891 to April 5, 1976, which means that his life has definitely overlapped with several of the other Heritage Moment stars. But Penfield trumps those chumps because he is the Greatest. Contest over. This man is tops and everyone else was a fool for trying. That said, I don’t know the intricacies of brain poking as much as I would like to, but if this commercial is accurate I have to say that Penfield is more than a little bit lucky that the burnt toast brain-part was right there on the surface of the brain. That’s pretty handy.

Almost everything the lady with the seizures says in this commercial is quotable gold. I’m confident I’ve even heard Americans reference the “burnt toast” bit, which I can only assume means they learned it from the Internet and not the commercial directly (I’m more partial to the “did you pour cold water on my hand” line personally). Having burned its message into my brain, I have to give it credit for doing its job. It is worth noting, however, that up until writing this very review I had assumed the doctor’s name was Walter Penfield. Now that I know better I can clearly hear that “Wilder” is the name said, but I just never got it before. I like old-timey given names that don’t happen anymore. I’m going with a Five out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake here.

I wish I was making Hover Head stories more than once a year, but I’m not. But it doesn’t matter, because here’s one right now. Click on the first page to see the rest:

Also, there’s the Phone Guys:

Noblewoman

A married couple saved a wounded alien from criminals, but in the process their unborn child was wounded. The alien recognized the nobility of their actions and used its powers to mend the child in the womb. When she was born, she had amazing powers. When she grew up she became the Noblewoman, using her powers to try to make the world a better place.

Noblewoman has your basic set of powers. She can fly, she’s super strong, all that stuff. The excuse for the powers is a connection to higher spatial dimensions. Her version of X-Ray vision is actually an eye that extends into this fourth dimension and can see “around” objects in the third dimension. That sort of thing.

It seems like every comic writer has a Superman homage character. You’ve got Hyperion, Apollo, Supreme, Omni-Man, the Sentry, Homelander, Samaritan, Crusader, and that’s just off the top of my head. Superman is obviously pretty influential on the genre, so with a Superman-homage you can explore some of the core elements of the genre by toying with him. Noblewoman is my take. She’s the top hero of her world, a staunch defender of truth and justice and such, and she’s the leader of a team of heroes. Possibly more than any other character I’ll introduce this year, I’ve got a lot of story ideas for Noblewoman and would love the opportunity to do something with them some day.

Surrealist

The Surrealist is a mind-bending crimefighter. He’s an expert with sleight of hand and magic tricks. Inside his cape are dozens of secret pockets with flashbangs, smoke bombs, and remotes for a hundred different gadgets. The Surrealist is master of preparation, with stashes of tricks stowed all over the city ready to use. And if he knows ahead of time where an encounter with an enemy might occur he’ll set up large-scale illusions to disorient the criminals.

But all of that is a distraction to hide a bigger secret: The Surrealist has super powers. He has a hallucinogenic touch. By laying hands on a criminal, the Surrealist can administer a trip, the mood of which is up to him: tranquil and relaxing or downright traumatizing. It’s probably best to stay on his good side.

The Surrealist is my Batman homage to go along with Noblewoman’s Superman homage. He’s a guy who has a hatred for crime, a lot of money, and questionable ideas of how to use money to fight crime. For the record, the cape (and a hood you can’t really see), is black, so he can pull it over himself and hide in shadows. The costume and mask are shining silver that dazzle and amaze when he reveals himself. He’s a showman. He and Noblewoman would be friends and colleagues, but would work in pretty different circles.

I should definitely note on the site that I am employed again. Using my new legal driving abilities I will be delivering food for a restaurant across the street from my apartment building. Driving regularly will certainly help me get comfortable on the roads quickly, but more importantly, this will hopefully help to lessen the severity of the bad money situation I’m in (I think that might be the point of jobs, right?). I don’t expect to be getting a lot of shifts, especially not right away, so I should hopefully have a lot of time for working on the site this Summer. I intend to make good use of it.

I’ve only worked on short training shift so far. If anything worth discussing comes up, I’ll maybe remember to say something. I could see more things worth talking about coming from this job than my last one.

Here’s the latest Little Choy:

Wait, who is that kid? Why that’s Tommy, the star of Tommy’s Tree. He’s a little older, but his life hasn’t improved.

And then here’s the latest Phone Guys: