Hourman’s power is that he takes a pill that makes him awesome for one hour at a time. Seriously. Maybe he should consider playing for the San Francisco Giants. Yeah, that’s right, Bonds! I’m callin’ you out! You and me, right here, right now!
So Hourman’s on the junk. Who cares? So is 75% of the NFL, and that includes the Cincinatti Bengals, and let’s face it, they suck *and* they look stupid in their uniforms. At least Hourman is the rockingest black-and-yellow sumbitch this side of the Bee Girl from that “No Rain” video. He also has the super power to see exactly one hour into the future–the problem is, it’s random. If I had that power, it would probably manifest itself in shitty ways. You know, like I’m halfway through Vertigo and then BAM it’s like, oh, great, Kim Novak faked her death, and I’m like FUCK why couldn’t it do this during an episode of Knight Rider or some shit I know how it ends anyways? God, I would suck as a superhero.
Hourman is a brave man–in a fashion sense, that is. I mean, dig it: in a world where you’re supposed to highlight your positive, minimize your negatives, he wears yellow-on-black right on his gut. He’s like, “Yeah, world, dig my abs.” Maybe that’s how he got to see Liberty Belle’s clapper.
To make him, I took a McG Flash head and stuck it on a McG Batman (the figure sucks for customs, but has some kick-ass boots), then did the usual genercizing of the Batman (snipping off the belt, filling in the waist, sanding off the Bat and the boot tops).
