Time Passes


After finishing the first four pages of Bugfuck Palace I didn’t use the sketchbook for a while. I probably picked it up again because I needed a sketchbook and it was available. No point wasting it. The rest of the work in it dates from 1995 after Nizzibet and I had moved to Seattle.

In this particular set of sketches the only thing of significance I recognize is Chainsaw. He was a cat who adopted me back in 1993 when I was still living with the Potter. He hung out on our porch for months, probably stealing food from the other cats I was feeding, but otherwise being friendly and cheerful. I finally gave up trying to discourage him and when the Potter and I broke up I took him with me.

Bugfuck Palace




This is from 1993 or 1994. It’s the first chapter of one of my many unfinished stories. The structure of story was to give a series of glimpses at one day in the life of a trio of people living in (of course) a post apocalyptic world. There were to be 24 chapters of four pages each detailing whatever the characters are doing at the beginning of an hour. Yes, one of the chapter is just four pages of people sleeping. I’d intended to fill 96 pages of a sketchbook with the story so I lined out page borders on 96 pages. The page borders can be seen on some of the sketches that will follow in the next few weeks.

All the main characters are in this chapter – Dave, the long haired guy; the Jade Buddha, who is sleeping; and Sister D, the woman wearing sunglasses at night. The two drunks appear a few more times throughout the story.

The title of the story, Bugfuck Palace, was inspired by a place I stayed while traveling with the Potter and the Ranger back in 1993. We’d stopped at Alpha Farm to visit with an old high school friend of mine and the Ranger’s who was living on the Farm at that time. The three of us stayed in an old mobile home trailer on the property. The trailer had screens over the windows that generally had a population of red and black beetles crawling on them. Beetle’s that were often busy mating.

The germ of the story itself is probably in that week as well, what with the three of us all staying on a farm in the middle of nowhere, same as the characters in the story. No zombies, flesh art sculptures or wandering mechanical leviathans at Alpha Farm fortunately. In real life the Potter spent a good part of visit in a state of recovery. Allergies I think. She also got a bee sting that got large and hard. I tried my hand at weeding and bean picking. I was better at digging out tree stumps. I helped make cheese and cooked a meal or two. I don’t see myself living in a commune anytime in the near future but back in ’93 it was an attractive idea. Fun for a week anyway.

Cheap Thrills – Bottle of Djinn


This story, on the other hand, is obviously a riff on an old Arabian Nights tale.

And thus endeth our flashback to 1988. A new sketchbook begins tomorrow.

Out in the present I’m working on covers for The Complete Annotated Oz Squad. Steve is collecting the series in two trade paperbacks for debut at this year’s San Diego ComiCon. The first volume will have 1-4 of Oz Squad, the Millenium Special and Lil’ Oz Squad. The second will have 5-10 of the series. I’m not sure what the “annotated” part will include.

Cheap Thrills – Getting Even


I have great admiration for short story writers. It ain’t easy telling a story economically. At least, it ain’t easy for me. I have a hard time telling an anecdote from my own life. I’m not very good at summarizing books or novels I’ve just read. So I have no idea how I came up with this little story. It might have been one of those lucky occasions when the story popped full grown into my mind.

Petrol, Lightning and Thunder


When Luvset and I were kids (ten and eleven or maybe eleven and twelve) we guest dj’ed on a friend’s radio show. The show was broadcast by Sonoma State University in Cotati. I don’t remember now how many times we were on – two, three times at the most. The friend dj’ed under the name Johnny Petrol. My bro and I went by the names Jack Lightning and Davey Thunder. It was a lot of fun. Somewhere in the world there might still be a tape or two of the broadcasts.

Years later, when I was getting ambitious about minicomics I asked Luvset to write a series and we revived Lightning, Thunder and our version of Johnny Petrol. And no, we didn’t ask our friend if we could use the character. We were self absorbed, punk kids. Permission is so polite.

Petrol is the guy in shades holding things up. Lightning is the guy with the vest. Thunder is the geek with the hat. I’ve never let anyone call me Davey. I hate the nickname. But for this character it just seemed appropriate.

Merriam and the Kids


Merriam is an itinerant jeweler in a Tolkien/Robert Howard inspired world. She travels from town to town with her kids. When in the wildernesses between civilization she looks for the treasures of older, fallen cultures. Sometimes getting these treasures means fighting off their guardian monsters and demons.

Raggedyman


If I had a choice of DC superheroes to use in a series Ragman would be at the top of a fairly short list. I think Ragman looks cool. I didn’t think either version of the actual character (during the time I was reading comics anyway) were particularly compelling. The creepy patchwork costume character idea is wonderful. This is an early version (not meant to be Ragman – I think he’s some sort of sorceror-highwayman) but I’m sure many more will show up in later sketches.

Scarecrow


Here we have the Woman with No Name. She wanders a post-apocalyptic landscape rightin’ wrongs and taking care of folks who need killin’. This series concept was inspired by Clint Eastwood’s spaghetti westerns with flavor added from the Mad Max movie trilogy (among other end of the world influences). I’ve never named the main character. She’s tall and androgynous and ruthless in her pursuit of justice for the weak and wronged. The series was to be called Scarecrow. Cause that sounded good. She’s still wandering around my imagination and makes an occasional appearance in later sketchbooks.