And from the Halloween party last night – the winner of the costume contest – Martin Marvin the Martian, who was hilarious in person, being very tall, so it was like a 10-foot-tall cartoon character.
Michael DeDora was a convincing Clark Kent.
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From his gesture, I would guess Marvin has just said: “Where’s the kaboom? There was supposed to be an earth-shattering kaboom.”
I thought it was Marvin the Martian. Anyway, being disintegrated makes me very angry.
“Martin” was the title character in My Favorite Martian, but he looked like a middle-aged white man with occasional outbreaks of antennae (and, dammit, never broke into a rousing rendition of “Bloody Mary Is the Girl I Love”).
I never watched My Favorite Martian. Did Martin seem too much at home here on the Earth? I recall Isaac Asimov once writing an essay about that.
“Uncle Martin” exhibited no discomfort from high gravity, extreme overheating, hyperoxygenation, or even the bacteria which overcame his ancestors’ previous incursion, but his host’s
hornynosy landlady put him under repeated stress.