1963 #1-6. Near indistinguishable from 60's Marvel Comics, this mini-series from 1993 has Alan Moore and co using their masterful skills to just goof around. The comic portions read like a love letter to superhero comics of a simpler era before the superhero genre felt it had to be "grown up", something that Alan Moore himself probably had the largest hand in. Maybe this comic is something like an apology. The text portions, however, are hilarious and scathing parody of the managerial practices behind the making of those same comics, with Alan Moore mainly setting Stan Lee in his cross hairs. I can feel the hate seeping off the page. It's too bad this series was never concluded for whatever conglomeration of petty reasons. I would have loved to see these characters meet the then current wave of long underwear characters like Savage Dragon and Spawn. Alas, it was not to be. It's the ultimate irony that a comic dedicated to celebrating the art and maligning the business of mainstream comic books was ultimately felled by that same business, leaving the concluding Annual to only exist in reader's imaginations, possibly the only safe space from the clusterfuck of comics publishing.