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Skook WIP #17

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Open on: the Skookworks studio. The Cartoonist sits in front of his computer. He is typing. A black cat is slumped on his lap. It’s impossible to tell the time of day. The room has no windows. Two of the walls have built-in floor to ceiling bookshelves. The desk on which the computer sits is cluttered with scraps of paper and pens. The drawing table next to the computer is similarly cluttered but with a different variety of pens and pencils and the papers have more art on them.

The Salesman wanders in.

Salesman: “Hey.”

The Cartoonist doesn’t look up. Cartoonist: “Uhm?”

Salesman: “Did you listen to the Planet Money podcast about buying a superhero?”

The Cartoonist stops typing. He looks at the Salesman. Cartoonist: “Of course I did. We’re the same person. If you’ve done something, so have I.”

The Salesman rolls his eyes. Salesman: “For a guy with a lot of imagination you’ve got a narrow focus. Just pretend we’re two people so I have something to write about in this week’s newsletter.”

The Cartoonist rolls his eyes in exactly the same way the Salesman had done. Cartoonist: “I’m writing the newsletter while we’re talking. So keep talking.”

The Salesman frowns. Salesman: “Why isn’t the Writer writing the newsletter?”

Cartoonist: “We can only be so many people before I get confused. Let’s stick to the point. Or find one. What about the Planet Money thing did you want to talk about?”

Salesman: “What do you think?”

Cartoonist: “I think the Archie comics guy was right, Micro-Face is a terrible name.”

Salesman: “Not that. What do you think about us digging up our own public domain superhero?”

Cartoonist: “Another one? We’ve already got five. What do we need another for?”

Salesman: “All of our guys have been used by other people. Why not grab a more unknown character and use that?”

The Cartoonist stares at the Salesman. The cat yawns and adjusts its position slightly.

Cartoonist: “Having some recognition helps us doesn’t it? These characters all have some reputation outside my drawings. A more unknown character might as well be a completely new character.”

Salesman: “Have you at least looked at the Public Domain Superheroes catalog?”

Cartoonist: “I’ve looked there and at this list. It’s easy to get overwhelmed. There are thousands of characters listed. Lots of gods and goddesses from old myths. Lots of daring aviators. Lots of folks who wear masks to fight crime. Lots of Flash Gordon wannabes.It’s fun to look but it’s hard to get more than a glimpse at any one character.
And I think the public domain status of some of the characters is questionable. The lists were put together by fans not copyright lawyers. I’d rather not get inspired by some character, do up a bunch of designs and then get sued. That’s not fun.”

Salesman: “I’m just trying to figure out an angle to take to promote our work. It’s … weird.”

Cartoonist: “Isn’t that an angle. ‘Weird stuff’?”

Salesman: “There’s a lot of weird stuff online. I’m trying to figure out a more focused branding to use.”

The Cartoonist makes a crumpled up paper sort of expression. Cartoonist: “Do you have to use the term ‘branding’? Isn’t that outdated by now?”

Salesman: “I googled it before you typed my dialogue. It’s still in major use.”

Cartoonist: “I hate marketing catchwords.”

Salesman: “Deal with it. You’ve got to play the game to get rich.”

Cartoonist: “A. If we’re trying to get rich we’re going about it wrong. B. We’ve got a day job to pay the bills so we’re doing this for the fun of it.”

Salesman: “You’re doing this for the fun of it. I want us to be rich.”

Cartoonist: “You’re only a tiny part of our personality. The rest of us doesn’t care about being wealthy. Some parts of us are morally opposed to great wealth.”

Salesman: “The Mail Carrier wouldn’t mind retiring. Soon.”

Cartoonist: “He does have an exhausting job. And I would enjoy spending more time drawing.”

Salesman: “Right! So I’m trying to figure out a more focused branding for our merchandise. The stuff in our stores is all over the place. Cute cartoon animal greeting cards. The Mighty Nizz. Cthulhu stuff. One-off scifi and monster illustrations. I’m thinking we’d better off having a half a dozen more directed stores instead of a couple general ones.”

Cartoonist: “Have you wandered off the point? I thought we were talking about our superheroes.”

Salesman: ” …. Right. So we’re not going to revive some obscure public domain character?”

Cartoonist: “Not today. Our stores are a jumble because we just jumped in and started putting them together with what we had on hand. We’re past that stage now. I’m designing images for the available merchandise. I’m having fun. I’ve got plans for Stardust, Octobriana, the Heap, Fantomah and the Face.”

Salesman: “Are you doing new comics?”

The Cartoonist makes that crumpled paper sort of expression again. The cat hops off his lap and wanders out of the studio. Cartoonist: “Ask me that when the Mail Carrier has a long vacation. Comics take time and concentration and those are rare commodities in this studio. Meanwhile, I’m working on some fun designs.”

Salesman: “Fun designs that I’ll be able to sell?”

Cartoonist: “They’ll be designs I’d want to wear myself.”

The Salesman sighs. Salesman: “More weird and obscure things? You hate me, don’t you?”

These Days …

Happy Friday! Thank you for dropping by.

This issue is a shorter one, a bit of breather between finishing the greeting card conversions and starting discussing the next phases for the online shops.

It’s been a weird couple of weeks. If you read my last newsletter you know that we (me, my wife and our housemate) have been quarantined because our new housemate is recovering from covid. The responsible thing to do after exposure is to stay away from other people for 14 days. So no work outside the house. No delivering mail.

Last week I was in a bad mood. I like my routines. This wasn’t in my plans. It wasn’t a vacation. I may have complaints about the number of hours I work at USPS but working there gets me the paycheck to fund the rest of our life. Not going to work makes me nervous. Not going to work because there’s a potentially deadly disease in my living space adds to that discomfort.

This week I was in a lighter mood. Our housemate has been getting better. Neither Sarah nor I have had any symptoms of covid.

I’ve been able to use the home time to get a lot of designs completed for my shops. Chemo, the black cat, has been acting as my executive assistant. He was waking me up at 3 am before quarantine and he has continued to do so now. Most of the new work is available now in my Redbubble store. I’m really happy with how the new stuff has been turning out. I’m enjoying the challenge of creating images that both suggest stories and look good on t-shirts (and mugs and blankets and shower curtains and phone cases and ..). I will be showing the process steps for each design in upcoming newsletters.

We’ve been rearranging the space a bit so our new housemate has room for her own stuff and has a place to work on her paintings. We’ve been giving away furniture. Chemo and the new grey cat, Flax, have been getting along.

We plan to all get tested for covid tomorrow or Sunday. Assuming we’re clear I’ll be back delivering mail next week. I’ll be getting my second Pfizer vaccine the week after that.

Yay.

I hope that things in your world are looking bright. If you need to wear shades, put them on. Everyone looks cooler in shades.

See you next week!

Skook WIP #13

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Thirteen weeks into 2021. Sixth day of the week. Pictures to look at! Words to read! Yay!

Greeting Card Conversions

In which I present a scan of an original hand drawn, hand colored image and then the digitally cleaned up and edited version of the image that is available as a print on demand greeting card in my Zazzle shop.

Better Than Impossible

“When pigs fly” is an expression to indicate an event that will never occur. Silly cynical people. We live in the future now. Flying pigs and talking cats and vacations on Venus are right around the corner!


Once pigs get off the ground, other gravity challenged species will demand equal time. All sorts of critters will fill the skies. Birds will complain. Strict demarcations will be made in our airspaces to prevent collisions. This is not an anarchist future. It’s a future with rules!

Or maybe it’s just a fun greeting card design.

The Fast and the Really Slow

Sloths spend so much time hanging upside down that their fur grows in downward pattern from their bellies. They spend so much time being still that there are species of algae that have evolved to grow in their fur. Sloths are not speedy creatures. Not in modern times.

In the past there were giant sloths that lumbered on the ground and tore up termite mounds without seeking permission from the builders. There were sloths that lived in the ocean. Sloths can adapt. Sloths can dream of speed.

“When sloths caballerial” may describe an impossible event today but tomorrow? The possible lives in tomorrow.

Spring is Sprung

The seasons have changed. There’s less cold. More sun. More color. More bunnies. All you have to do is look.

You will need to be very patient if you want to see them in their spring fashions. They don’t get dressed up for just anyone.

Squeezebox in the Night

What is that music? It’s 2 am. I want to sleep not dance. I don’t need infectious rhythms pulling me to feet inspiring me to boogie. Go to bed you annoying noturnal critter!

In the future the raccoons will wander through our ruins and give thanks to the ancients who left them such fascinating trash. Then they will dance and sing and give thanks for their clever thumbs that have allowed them to rule the world.


Designing Fantomah

I thought that coming up with “my” version of Fantomah would be easy. She’s a blue nature goddess with a skull face. It’s pretty simple design. I’ve drawn her a few time before and had fun. I assumed the main challenge would be adapting Fletcher Hanks’ original design into a version that was comfortable for me to draw on a regular basis.


Her skull face is fun to draw. As with all his characters Hanks gave her a limited set of expressions. I like sketching a range of emotions. Her hair in the original comics is long with a series of tight curls. She does have awesome magic powers so maybe she uses them to style her hair. I tried doing curls the first times I drew her. This time I tried drawing her hair as if it were always floating, constantly twisting and turning.


I ran into problems when I started thinking about her dress. She’s wears a black cocktail dress. Why does she wear a black cocktail dress? Why does she, a jungle goddess, wear a black cocktail dress in the frickin’ jungle?

I know, I know, a blonde, caucasian jungle goddess is already a problematic figure, why do I care about her outfit? I’ll get back to that blonde, caucasian part in a minute.

I like the main design in the above sketch but it’s a very different look for Fantomah. It’s more goth superhero. I think that if I’m going to take an existing character I should at least start with a version that’s close to the original. It also looks … warm. Aren’t jungles hot?

The two smaller sketches are inspired by ancient Egyptian fashion. I wasn’t satisfied with them either. Egypt is located in Africa but it’s more desert than jungle and I don’t know enough about ancient Egyptian culture to appropriate it for an imaginary vengence goddess.


I settled on a black dress with simple straps. Is it still a cocktail dress?  Probably. It somehow seems different to me than the original version but I can’t tell you why.

The unskulled faces are possible versions of Fantomah’s human alter ego. I working from the idea that the version in the original comics is a sop to its white American readership, that Fantomah is herself African. As yet I don’t have an origin story for her. It will come. My brain seems to think up ideas without me having to work at it much. They aren’t always good ideas of course. And ideas by themselves are just seeds. There are great stories and fun characters who were born from bad ideas.


These Days …


I did not wake up at 1:30 am this morning with a cat pawing at my face to tell me that it was time to feed him.

There is currently no cat at my feet staring up at me in order to get me to check that the food dish has fresh food in it.

For the last seven years we’ve shared our apartment with two cats, Chemo and Sabe. Sarah picked them up at an animal shelter in 2014. Chemo was a kitten. Sabe was a full grown cat that, supposedly, had lived with an elderly woman who had passed away. Supposedly he was not a friendly cat. Sarah put the kitten in the same room with him. He didn’t exactly play with the kitten but he wasn’t upset either. Sarah thought he just seemed tired and needed a home.

Chemo and Sabe got along fine.

Chemo grew into a big cat, bigger than Sabe, but Sabe was always his boss.

We shared our place with a housemate and her cat, Toulouse, for a few years. The cats all got along. As you can see.

Sabe died on Wednesday. We’d taken him to the emergency vet on Tuesday night. He’d had a massive seizure. They had kept him overnight in hopes that they could get help him. I called in the morning to check on him and they reported that he was doing well, considering. I went to work. We’ve been short carriers a lot recently and I didn’t want to stick anyone with carrying my route if I didn’t need to. I’m an optimist. I thought Sabe would hang on and I’d be able to bring him home in the evening.

No.

He had a heart attack about mid day.

We knew his time was short. He had kidney problems. We’d treated him with subcutaneous fluids for a few months but he got tired of the process and refused to participate. He got thinner. He seemed to have a harder time getting comfortable.

He was a good cat. He spent a lot of time in the window watching the world. I was the one he expected to fill the food dish. Sarah was the provider of laps for his naps. We had to be careful not to leave the front door open because he’d try to get out. When he did he never went far. He just seemed like he wanted to feel the world that he saw from the window.

There’s a ravine behind our house. It’s full of all sorts of wild things. I tucked his body in a sheltered spot a short distance down the incline. Nature will claim it.

His spirit goes where it wishes now. We miss him. I’m glad for the time we had.

Skook WIP #8

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Welcome to the eighth issue of the Skook Works in Progress newsletter. Thank you for reading! Or at least looking at the pictures.

Greeting Card Conversions

As usual, we’ll look at a few before (ink and marker/colored pencil drawing) and after (Photoshop edited) greeting card designs. The final versions are all available in my Zazzle store.

Out of the Depths

The Creature from the Black Lagoon is my favorite of the Universal Monsters. Hanging out in the sea with fish seems like a cool way to live. I’m pretty sure I saw Revenge of the Creature before I saw the original movie. Of course I did a cartoon bunny version of the character!

All the Creature wanted was companionship. It was the last of its kind. Sure, it killed a few people but a lot of those people had it coming. If they’d left it alone it wouldn’t have gotten so aggro.

Hmmm. Companionship. Solitude. The eternal conflict of the sensitive soul.

Cuteness and Cuddles

Kermit claims that it’s not easy being green. It seems more likely that it’s just not easy being Kermit. A lot of my favoite things are green.

This critter has no problem being green. She’s got her ragdoll for company and a good set of specs to see the world in all its wonderful detail.

 

A Little Bit Shy

I mentioned last issue that I like dragons but I don’t often draw them because there are already a lot of great depictions of dragons out there. Still, once in a while, a dragon must be drawn. Even shy, self effacing dragons can make demands.

Yes, shy dragon. We see you. You’re a handsome critter. Please don’t set the furniture on fire.

Fox Music

I will not make a joke about a horny fox.
I will not make a joke about a horny fox.
I will not …

Ooops.

Shhhh. Don’t interrupt this solo.

Drink This

Greeting cards are momentary expressions. A mug is a necessity. One of the best surprises of my daily sketch project in 2019 is how many of those sketches were good drawings. And good bases for mug designs. Here are a couple of repurposed illustrations of two Fletcher Hanks’ most famous characters.

Stardust Superwizardry

Stardust is a superwizard. He uses highly advanced technology to punish evildoers.

When need arises he can multiply himself for extra wizardry. And to show off.

Fantomah Will Get You

Fantomah hates you. Fantomah hates just about everyone. Fantomah is not a people person.

If you value your safe human existence you will stay out of Fantomah’s jungles.

Influences – Norman Rockwell

I chose the following three Saturday Evening Post cover illustrations to represent my love of Norman Rockwell’s work because they are great comic strips. It’s fun to imagine that in some alternate world, Rockwell drew a Sunday comic. Or produced graphic novels.

Rockwell was prolific. Over 300 paintings for the Post. Over 4000 published paintings in his lifetime. Book covers. Interior illustrations. Movie posters. I love the detail and expression in his work. Every person depicted is unique. Every object seems to have a history. His images are moments captured, snapshots of an ongoing story.

Every time I look at his work I’m inspired to be a better artist, to pay more attention. To think about the story an illustration is encapsulating.

These Days …

I got lucky. I had a week off from USPS when Seattle got hit with a heavy snowfall. Snow was predicted at the end of that week so we got as many chores and errands out of the way as possible early in the week. We had light rain and clear days. It didn’t seem like snow was acoming.

We went to bed Friday night with a cloudy sky but that’s typical for Seattle. We had canceled plans to have a friend stay overnight because we were worried we wouldn’t be able to give her a ride home in the morning. It looked that might have been too much caution. We woke up with a few inches of snow on the ground and more falling. Between Friday night and Sunday afternoon we got 11 inches. On Sunday evening it started to rain. By Monday afternoon the roads were as safe to drive as they ever are.

Tuesday I went back to work. The mail for my route had not been delivered for three days. Saturday there had been too much snow and only the regulars delivered parts of their own routes. The mail for my route got cased up and left. Sunday was a regular day off. Monday was Presidents’s Day. There were Amazon parcel deliveries both days but I’m guessing they only concentrated what they knew they could get out. I started work at 6 am. I had a tub of unsorted mail left by carriers who didn’t know my route. I did a parcel run before I started sorting my route and I still ended up with a truck overflowing with parcels. (Literally. For the first two hours parcels would fall out of the back of the truck every time I opened the back.) Once it got dark I had to slow down. I put in a 15 hour day. It would have been longer but the night supervisor called me back to the station. I had to bring back two swings worth of mail.

I had spent my week off hanging out with Sarah, doing a lot of art and watching some good series via streaming. (No cable. We haven’t had cable in a decade.) I knew that my route would be a mess. I knew that mail would be heavy. I had gotten some rest. The sun came out and the day was relatively warm. So those 15 hours had some annoying parts but I did enjoy a lot of the day. I feel satisfied making chaos into order and getting mail and parcels to their proper places.

It didn’t hurt that I had Wednesday off. My body hurt but I got a day to recover. I got new tires installed at Costco. I have one of my old tires put in the trunk so I finally have a spare. During the last big snow (in 2018) I had run through a hidden pothole and shredded a tire. I discovered that my car didn’t come equipped with a spare in the trunk. Yes I should have checked sooner but since all my other cars had had them I just assumed that spares were standard. I am clearly not a car guy. Further evidence – my “new” spare is just a tire. It’s not a wheel, ready to just be popped on if needed. I had expected a wheel despite clearly not having an extra rim hanging around. Silly me. But it’s better than the nothing I had before.

My big sister came by with another “Corona Cooler” of her wonderful cooking. Puerto Rican pork ribs and red beans. Gluten free corn muffins. Lentil sausage soup. Gluten free Mexican chocolate upside down banana cake. She often exchanges the new cooler with the previous one after we’ve gone to bed but this time the sun was still up. We got to chat and give each other air hugs.

Thursday was a much shorter, easier day than Tuesday. Rain. Lots of parcels too big to carry in my satchel and therefore requiring extra trips. Still easier and shorter.

And now it’s Friday. Other parts of the country are getting a snowpocalypse that makes our weekend look like a tea party. I’m happy to complain about my week but I know it’s minor compared to the mess in Texas. If you’re in the middle of it I hope you are safe and warm. If you’re somewhere else I hope you’re safe and warm as well. Everyone should be safe and warm.

That’s all I’ve got for this week. See you next Friday!

Skook WIP #6

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We’ve made it six weeks into 2021! Congratulations to us! It’s Friday and time for another issue of the Skook Works In Progress newsletter i.e. this email. Here. Look at the pictures. Read the words. Form an opinion about something and send me an email.

You don’t have to do that part. I already appreciate that you’re spending some of your precious moments here. Thank you!

​Card Design Upgrades

Here is the latest set of before and after greeting card illustrations. The originals are scans of hand drawn illustrations. The afters are available in my Zazzle shop.

Mamas Don’t Let Your Puppies Grow Up to Be Cowhounds

He’s a good boy. A very good boy! He won’t fetch your slippers but he will round up the herd.

He’ll also look darned good doing it. He won’t get dusty or mudsplattered and he’ll always have a smile.

Dancing ThunderI have a friend who is very fond of rhinos. This happy critter was done as a commission for her. Below is my scan of the original. 
And below this is the modified version. What kind of music would inspire a rhino to dance?More Tea?This illustration was originally done as a thank you for a friend.

It’s the image I’ve made the least adjustments to. I increased the contrast so that the blacks are more prominent and the whites are brighter. I also replaced my original signature with my signature chop.

Feeding the Birds

All my illustrations are moments captured from a story. I don’t always know what the story is. I’m often simply trying to capture an image I’ve seen in my mind’s eye. If asked I know I could find a story to fit the illustration. I could find many. I’ve read a lot of horror stories and seen a lot of Sylvester and Tweety cartoons so if asked I might go to those sources for inspiration. That would be my mind following well worn grooves. I know that’s not the story here. I had friendly thoughts when I started drawing. 
To me, the additional colors suggest that friendlier story. 
Fantomah Needs Coffee

I did this black and white drawing of Fantomah in 2019. I like the drawing and thought it would look good on a mug. 
I made some adjustments – extending the illustration, changing the background and adding color – to make the design work better on the new “canvas”. Below is my process gif. 
Influences — Bernie Wrightson

I loved monsters as a kid. Some things don’t change. I started reading comics in the early Seventies. At the time the Comics Code had started to loosen up and comics featuring supernatural monsters – werewolves, vampires and the like – started being published. My allowance was small so, to begin with, I couldn’t buy any of these new horror comics but I did skim through them on the stands. I didn’t have friends who read comics but I was lucky enough to spend the afternoon reading the comics of the son of a friend of my mom’s. This comic was among the books. I mostly remember having read it. The cover stuck in my memory more than the story it is depicting.

Apparently that issue sold well enough and that story (Swamp Thing) got enough positive responses that DC Comics decided to launch a series based on the character. My budget didn’t let me buy the comic but I did check out each issue when I saw it on the comics rack.

Time passed. My allowance got a little bigger. I finally decided to start collecting Swamp Thing with issue 24. It was the final issue of that version of the series. It was cancelled after that. 
I was able to catch up with the whole series when we discovered Perelandra, a comic book shop. By then my brother and I both had paper routes and, for us, significant spending money. Swamp Thing issues 11-23 were drawn by Nestor Redondo. Redondo’s art was good but it was the art of the first ten issues that really hit me. The illustrator for those issues (and the original short story in House of Secrets) was Bernie Wrightson. I’d seen a lot of comic book art that I liked and thought was well done. Wrightson was one of the first artists I saw who both drew the way I wanted to and in a way I thought I eventually could.

Besides Swamp Thing I also found Wrightson’s work in the Warren black and white horror magazines. His style was a wonderful combination of the cartoonish and the grotesque. He drew handsome men, beautiful women and hideous monsters in way that had them all seem to exist in the same world.

Outside of comics Wrightson is probably best known for his illustrated version of Frankenstein first published in 1983. His work in the book is insanely detailed. His depiction of the creature is one of my favorites. 
I met Wrightson once in 2007 when he was a guest at the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival. I had brought a copy of the first edition of his illustrated Frankenstein with me in the hopes of getting him to sign it. He looked at the book like seeing an old friend.

These Days …

At the end of each day I read a few pages from a book to Sarah. The last few years I’ve mostly read mysteries. We’ve got a stable of authors that we rotate through as their latest novel becomes available. We have two Sherlock Holmes adjacent series that are favorites – The Mycroft Holmes books by Kareem Abdul-Jabar and Anna Waterhouse and the Mary Russell books by Laurie R. King. The Abdul Jabbar/Waterhouse stories are prequels to Arthur Conan Doyle’s original stories and focus on the adventures of Sherlock’s older brother. The Mary Russell books are sequels that feature the adventures of a young woman who becomes Sherlock’s partner and, later, wife. There’s a forty to fifty year gap between the events of each series. We finished the most recent Mycroft Holmes book, The Empty Birdcage, a few weeks ago. We’re currently reading Laurie King’s not quite latest: Rivera Gold. Surprise, surprise! Zedzed is major character in both books.

Who?

“Basil” Vasily Zaharoff was a Greek arms dealer and general no-goodnik who lived from 1849 to 1936. He was known as Zedzed to his friends. I don’t remember having heard of him before meeting him in these novels. Apparently he’s the originator of that evil supervillain plan where you start a war so you can sell weapons to both sides. (More Sherlock Holmesian connections – that was Moriarty’s plan in both the movies A Game of Shadows and The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.) When he appeared in Birdcage I had assumed that he was a fictional character. Hs appearance in Rivera meant that he was either a real person or the authors had collaborated on creating a villain. The latter seemed unlikely so I looked him up.

The Mary Russell books are full of meetings between the detectives and real historical people. It appears that Mycroft Holmes books will follow that pattern as well. I may want to do research on some of the background characters to see how “real” they are. There are many Sherlock Holmes sequel series that feature the character meeting prominent historical figures. There are also quite a few stories that feature Holmes meeting other (less) famous fictional detectives or dealing monsters from popular horror fiction. The character of Holmes has been in the public domain for years and he gets a lot of work because of that. This article at The Guardian goes into greater detail about what he’s up to and who is writing about him.

I’m not actually a fan of Sherlock Holmes. I think he’s a great character. I’m happy to try new movies or television series that feature him but I don’t really seek him out. I read most of Doyle’s short stories when I was a kid. I enjoyed most of them well enough. Holmes solves a few of the mysteries with deductions or facts that, even as a kid, I knew to be wrong. Either Doyle hadn’t done his research properly or new facts had been discovered since he wrote the stories. I’m generally forgiving of old stories having outdated information but the stories themselves didn’t make me feel like I had to read everything Holmes. Hound of the Baskervilles is the only one of the original novels that I read.

Doyle famously got tired of writing the Holmes series and tried to kill the character off. It’s not surprising. It’s hard work writing about someone who is smarter than you are. I don’t think Doyle was stupid but he did have a number of beliefs that Holmes would have thought illogical. It’s telling that Professor Challenger, Doyle’s attempt at another series character, is far more id than superego.

Sarah is a fan of Sherlock Holmes in that the character exists at the center of a Venn diagram featuring other things she’s a fan of – English costume dramas and murder mysteries. She’s watched the Jeremy Brett series more than once and we’ve caught most of the new films and series that have come out in the last 20 years. She isn’t so inspired that she’s hunted down other written versions besides the King or the Abdul-Jabbar/Waterhouse series. We started the King series in large part because we knew it featured a smart female detective working with Holmes. She started the Abdul-Jabbar/Waterhouse books because she’d liked enough of Jabbar’s nonfiction that she wanted to try his try at fiction.

Zedzed meets with Mycroft briefly in Birdcage. We’re a third of the way through Riviera and he has only been spoken about. I expect he’ll have a more prominent presence as the novel continues.

Outside of books, real life continues. I was disappointed to discover that getting a new President doesn’t automatically result in a new Postmaster General or Postal Board of Directors. Unless the current batch resigns or the new President fires them they’ll be on the job for another three years. Or more.

Last week I sent in my vote on the new contract between the union and USPS. We’ve been working without a contract since 2019. If this one gets ratified it will mean a little back pay and more certainty of employment for a few years.

Parcel volumes are low so I’m working less overtime. Smaller paychecks but more time to work on art.

Thank you for reading! I hope your life is pleasantly boring. If it is exciting I hope it’s because you’ve chosen that state. See you next Friday!

Tuesday Night Party Club #27

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Gallery: Fantomah Hates You
Let’s be very clear about this. Fantomah hates you. And you. And you. Fantomah hates y’all.
You know what I love about Fantomah? She’s angry and horrible and not at all nice. To the right people.

Story Seed #46
Number 17

The Shock Artist has unveiled a new “installation”. Every 28 days, on the night of the new moon, somewhere in America, the body of a young woman is found. The corpse is incorporated into a bizarre sculpture, the sort of avante garde creation that would look good in a modern art museum were a dead woman not part of it. Coroner’s report indicate that each woman had been killed the previous day. Each woman’s face is obscured beneath a hood. On the front of the hood is printed a photo of the face of the Shock Artist’s next victim, a victim who has already been kidnapped. This latest installation is found in the underground parking lot of a mall in San Francisco. The face of the next victim is Sharla Donner, daughter of Georgia’s Senator Alexandra Donner.

The FBI assures Senator Donner that they will catch the Shock Arist before he can make her daughter into his next installation. Senator Donner nods and assure them that she will cooperate in any way she can. She doesn’t expect them to succeed. They’ve already failed sixteen times. Senator Donner serves on the House Intelligence Committee. She knows of a man who has been able to go where no one else thought possible to kill “impossible” targets, a highly paid international assassin code named Mr. White. Mr. White is credited with sixteen assassinations. Senator Donner reaches out and offers to pay his multimillion dollar fee if he will rescue her daughter and kill the Shock Artist.

She doesn’t expect a reply. If she does get a reply she doesn’t expect a yes. Mr. White is an assassin, not an extraction expert. She isn’t really sure that Mr. White exists. He might simply be a fiction, a myth among spies.

But reply he does. And agree he does. One boogeyman sets out to hunt another.

Recommendations

This week’s recommendation is Beau of the Fifth Column. Beau posts videos on an almost daily basis. He comments on current American political news. He’s well informed and articulate. And, since his videos are just him talking, I can put them on in the background while I draw. His Youtube channel is here.

Local News

I’m writing this on Monday afternoon. It’s the third day of a three day weekend. I’ve gotten art done. I’m working on the last two illustrations for the Lovecraft Country Holiday Collection. I continue to be tired, more mentally and emotionally than physically but physical tiredness follows the mental and emotional.

I’m not complaining. Just reporting. I never expect my feelings to be a permanent state.

Hopefully your week went well. Hopefully your coming week has bright spots planned. And if everything looks like a slog, you have my sympathy. There are better days coming.