Everybody’s Favorite Big Ape


The above illustration was done for the 1993 San Diego Comic Convention’s program book to celebrate the 60th Anniversary of the release of King Kong.

Back in ’93 I would have said my favorite giant monster was Godzilla not Kong. A big part of that would have been because there were just more Godzilla movies to watch. King Kong had four – the original, the 1976 remake, King Kong vs. Godzilla and King Kong Escapes. Oh, and King Kong Lives. So Kong had five movies (and a Kongless sequel in Son of Kong.) And, with the exception of the original, I thought they were all terrible. And, in that pre-DVD age, I rarely got to watch the original.

These days I have a lot more affection for Kong. As an adult human I find I have a lot more in common with a frustrated ape than a radioactive lizard. In 2005 there was another remake of the original story that was pretty good and that helped to spark new interest in the character for me.

Unfortunately there’s still aren’t a lot more stories of Kong to read or watch. Other monsters have multiple movies or novel sequels available. Kong … well … Kong’s story doesn’t leave a lot of room for a sequel. He dies. That’s kinda the point of the story. Civilization (and the girl) comes to his island, kidnaps him and then, when he makes a fuss, civilization kills him. It ain’t beauty that kills the beast, it’s the machine guns and the fall.

Unlike Dracula or Frankenstein, Kong isn’t a supernatural creature so there’s not a lot of room for him to come back. He’s big and tough and can beat up dinosaurs but dropping a thousand feet onto concrete is a pretty sure way to kill just about any mortal creature.

That hasn’t stopped a few folks from trying. There was King Kong Lives, the sequel to the ’76 remake, in which Kong has been on life support for 10 years waiting to be given an artificial heart. I probably could have overlooked the stupidity of that revival method (after falling off the World Trade Center needing a new heart would have been the least of his problems) if the movie had been halfway good.

There’s also Kong Reborn by Russell Blackford. Apparently Kong is kinda, sorta in the public domain. Copyright has expired on the original novel so one can theoretically write new versions of or sequels to that story. I don’t think you could call your story The Return of King Kong because Universal owns the King Kong trademark but I think you could get away with calling it The Return of Kong. You still might get sued by Univeral but you’d have some legal precedents to use in your fight.

Anyway. Kong Reborn tells the story of the cloning of Kong and the delivery of that clone to Skull Island. While I was never bored reading the book it’s not the sequel I’m looking for. Using blood found on the top of the Empire State Building left by the original Kong to create the clone is sort of clever but really round about.

The novel’s premise only works if two very unlikely things happened in 1933. The first is that Kong’s body was burned. Really? The Eighth Wonder of the World? The biggest gorilla in existence? And they burned the body? They didn’t save the skin or the skeleton? Not likely.

The second, even more unlikely, premise is that Skull Island went undiscovered until Jack Denham (grandson of Carl) found it again using his grandfather’s map. There’s no way an island of dinosaurs would go unfound for 75 years. If one of the Venture’s surviving sailors didn’t give away the location then someone would have located it by the end of the 20th century. We use satellites to find ruins in South American jungles and under the ocean. Finding Skull Island would have been a big priority for thousands of scientists and adventurers.

There are other problems but I’m not going to hammer on the book. It kept me amused for a few hours. If I want a better sequel I can write it myself.

Nizzibet 1995


Over the years, for her birthday, I’ve done portraits of Nizzibet. I haven’t managed to do a portrait every year but I’ve managed quite a few. She’s even liked most of them. This one, done in 1995, is the first.

Strip Boy


Finally we have one of the supporting characters, the Annoying Teenager. Annoying Teenager was one of Put Upon Dad’s students in PUD’s role as a high school teacher. He was probably also a neighbor. Annoying Neighbors had important roles in a lot of comic strips.

I don’t think I’ve had a neighbor I’ve known well enough to be annoyed by in 5 or 6 years. Times change.

Strip Dog


Pets are popular elements of comic strips so, of course we had one. The dog wasn’t meant to talk or behave like a human being. He was supposed to go on lively adventures with the Crazy Kid. But you never know how he might have evolved.

Strip Mom


Put Upon Dad was, of course, married to a Screwy Mother. That’s been comedy gold since before I Love Lucy. The TV show just helped to solidify the concept. It’s probably not the path I’d have gone if I’d been writing the strip but, as I’ve mentioned, I’m not good at thinking in comic strip gag bits. And the sort of strip I’d have come up with would probably have been unsalable to the comic strip syndicates 🙂

Strip Dad 2


Since the Put Upon Dad was the main character I did few more sketches of him than other characters. I was also trying to keep my art for the strip as simple and easy to produce as possible. That meant simple character designs and bold brushwork in the final art.

Strip Dad 1


The designated main character of a comic strip is not necessarily the one that readers get attached to. If we’d managed to sell the strip and if it had had any kind of run who knows which character would have got the spotlight. With many strips the breakout character is only a minor part of the cast. Sometimes they aren’t even in the original cast. Popeye, Snoopy and Opus were all late blooming stars of their respective strips.

If I’d been the writer I’d have gone with the Crazy Kid as the main protagonist. I have a great fondness for psychotic little girls.

In the beginning at least our protagonist seemed to be the Put Upon Dad. He was the viewpoint character in all the strips I drew.