On superheroes: It’s Superman.
Bat-man didn’t have any special powers, and his side-kick was a little suspect. With the Fantastic Four it was deux ex machina, and what’s interesting about a troupe with that much power? Thor was disturbing as hell, and I couldn’t stand all the “thee-ing” and “thou-ing,” and he was probably gay. Captain America was another wimp without super powers, and also kind of suspect. I had no earthly idea what the Green Lantern did, or why. I don’t think the X-Men had been created yet (I could be wrong). Aquaman? Hawkman? Zorro? You have to be kidding.
Spiderman was okay, I guess. I didn’t go out of my way to read his comics, and I probably read a few.
Superman was cool, though. He could lift and toss atomic reactors. He could fly into suns. Of course, every other episode involved him getting mixed up with Kryptonite in some form or another (“Chocolate covered Kryptonite? Aigghhh!”), so that was somewhat predictable, but a superhero has to have *some* flaw or it’s just not interesting.
But mostly, when I read comics, it was Mad Magazine, which I spent hours reading and re-reading. For Xmas my wife got me the complete collection of Don Martin’s contributions to Mad. It’s two volumes, heavier (I think) than the OED, and had me giggling more than the OED would have.
Ah, yes: Bester Festertester. Link. Glork! SPROINKT!