Another one hits the stands!

Look! A book that I wrote!
For the past several years, I’ve been adapting chapters of my book, Kiddie Meal Collectibles, into an on-going column for The American Antiquities Journal, a collectibles publication about that items that are uniquely American in nature. My column, naturally, enough, is about fast food toys.

Well, the most recent issue (Spring/Summer, 2010), just hit the stands (well, it arrived in my mail box, so I’m assuming that it is on the newsstands), and, well, I just wanted to share that with all of you nice folk. (Yeah, even Walt.)

Each column (as did each chapter) profiles a particular fast food franchise (and the toys and collectibles it has featured over the years), along with a partial listing of some of those toys. In this particular column, I profiled Taco Bell.

Cool, eh?

The Perfessor

I Am Iron Man

No, this post isn’t about Ozzy, but about some of the new fast food toys that are now showing up for the upcoming Iron Man film. I just wanted to share ’em with you, ‘caus I think that they are kinda cool (plus I didn’t have a better post for today).

Yep, that’s straws and Big Gulp cups from 7-eleven.

Personally I’m hoping for something from Burger King or McDonald’s but this is good for now.

The Perfessor

Perhaps I’ve missed the point.

This is something of a different kind of a post for me, but I’m seriously not getting something, and — well, with an audience that is (from what I can tell) comprised of a fair amount of writers, I wanted to posit something that has been plaguing me for — I don’t know, something like better than three decades or so.

I’ve been witting professionally (that is to say, for money) since, well, the early 1980s (earlier, if you count that as a radio copywriter fresh out of college I was technically working as a writer — but my first published magazine article was in 1982). Anyways, for what its worth, I’ve been writing for a very long time.

Fast food toys
Fast food toys
During those early years, some of my work was done for free. Yep, there was a time when I was willing (and able) to write for nothing, just for the privilege of being able to say that I’ve been published. Well, those days are long ago and far away. Today, I have written two non-fiction books, a (short-lived) comicbook series have contributed (on an editorial and head writer to an annual price guide on comics) for a dozen or more years, have authored thousands of magazine articles, as well as a few short stories, and yet I still get people who think that I should write for them for free.

This is the part I don’t understand. You see, if I ran a deli, and you were a butcher, tell me why you would come to work for me for free? These people always feed me a line about “passion” “hobby” “the love of the blah blah” and other silly-minded crap that I’ve long ago stopped hearing.

Hence the question I’m asking here is why is it that publishers always seem to feel that writers (and — as I work in the comicbook field), artists should contribute their work for nothing the privilege of getting published? Is this just me, or have others had that experience as well?

Value your comics
Value your comics
I bring this up now because it just happened to me again; and while I understand that the practice goes on, the part I didn’t get was the bile and venom that was spouted at me because I had the audacity to ask for pay. Instead of a simple “Sorry, this is a non-paying venture.” I got back insults and derogatory comments (I’ve since blocked this individual and refuse to indulge him in endless flames, because the problem in arguing with a fool, is that eventually it becomes difficult to tell the difference).

The Perfessor