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Art Gallery – Ninjapocalypse

Category : Art Gallery, Slave to Nostalgia, Uncategorized

I guess I’ve had ninjas on the brain.  But really, who doesn’t, especially around the holiday season?  A few days back, I posed a question on twitter.  Who is the greatest ninja of all time?  

Storm Shadow?  Snake Eyes?  Michael Dudikoff, the American Ninja?  Lee Van Cleef, The Master?  Ultraman?  Remo Williams?  Nth Man?

Jason Latour, Tony Moore, and Mike Oliveri all joined in with their votes.  On his site, Latour posted the “Ultimate Ninjer,” and I have to admit, he looked pretty deserving of that title …

Until I dug this drawing out of my ancient collection of sketches!

The Swashbuckler!

He’s bad … and evil is on the run!

He’s got a shiny dagger, a bo-staff, a bow and arrows, what looks to be Wonder Woman’s golden lasso, and a billowy cape that you just know would leave a welt if he snapped ya with it.

But forget all that.  This guy was so tough, I even gave him a catch phrase!  Note, that he is both “bad” and capable of putting evil (not just bad guys, but the very concept of evil) “on the run.”

Best. ninja. ever.

I can pretty much date the drawing of the Swashbuckler to 1980, because his pose is an obvious (to me, anyhow) rip of the Taskmaster from the cover of The Avengers #196.

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The Island of Misfit Ideas

Category : Comics, Writing

All writers want every idea they come up with to be a winner, but not every concept (not even every good concept) is destined to be published.  Here are a few of my comic book ideas (good, bad … you be the judge) I’m going to retire.  At least for now.  Maybe I’ll dust them off one day, because I could write a whoop-ass yarn centered around any one of these notions.  But it’s time to put them aside and focus on other projects.

Think Tank: CBL Case Files

The infamous Creature From the Black Lagoon is the world’s greatest detective.  A team of scientists accidentally discovered the creature’s deductive abilities, and now they help him fight crime.  They wheel him around in a gigantic, water-filled fish tank, allowing him to inspect crime scenes.  Since CBL (as the scientists call him) cannot speak, he slaps his flippers against the side of the tank in a kind of code that can only be deciphered by beautiful marine biologist Mariko Tremaine.

This one’s been around for a while.  Like many of my ideas, I created it to irritate friend and collaborator, Brian Hurtt.   It still gets under his skin whenever I mention it.

Freakhunter

Terry Hammett is a bounty hunter.  He works for the circus.

I still want this book to see print, but Chris Samnee, who helped craft the look of the proposed series, is just too damn busy right now.  You can see a few pages of script and some of Samnee’s art here.  It might be all that is ever seen.  I hope not, though.

Chick Prison

An ace roller derby team is convicted of a crime they didn’t commit and sent to the most corrupt prison in the nation … on the day they discover they have super powers.

When I first ran this concept past Brian, he looked at me as if I had just sprouted antlers and started Beyonce-prancing around the room.  I even suggested pitching this book to Oni Press.  Brian’s response?  ”Oni would never publish a book about the roller derby.”  I figured he was right … until I saw this!

Aw, heck … just looking over these ideas now makes me wanna start trying to find homes for them.  But I’ve got to stay strong.  There are too many other projects to develop right now.  These three will be waiting for me when I’m ready.

A Blast From My Artistic Past … With a G(h)oul and a Ghast

Category : Art Gallery, Slave to Nostalgia

I guess I can’t get enough of embarrassing myself, because here we go with another couple of drawings from my childhood.  These two illustrations are in the same series as the haunted house and “keeper of the house” I posted last time.  This pair of creatures must have been inspired by my Advanced Dungeons and Dragons Monster Manual.  

Ghouls haunt graveyards and eat the flesh of the dead.  But the really important thing about this drawing is that after I named the critter a “goul” I realized I spelled “ghoul” incorrectly.  I added the “H” in what I’m certain I believed to be a clever design scheme.  Obviously, the diet of dead flesh has given this poor beast a case of the bone-warping rickets or something, but that’s part of his charm.

So … there was this girl, see, and she was real proud of her hair.  Her name was Pipi, and she had the prettiest pig tails in the whole county — everybody said so.  One day, Pipi went to the county fair, where she was going to enter a Pretty, Pretty Pigtails contest.  Everyone knew she would win, but a group of jealous girls in leather jackets decided to rough her up so their leader, Frizzy-headed Frita, could enter and get the prize money for smokes.  They chased Pipi across the midway, finally nabbing her near the Salt Water Taffy puller.  As they grabbed Pipi, she tripped and fell into the candy maker.  Her pigtails gummed up the machine and were pulled to horrible lengths … seconds before Pipi herself was maimed and killed.  Now, on nights when the sky is alight with red lightning, Pipi’s spirit returns to wreak vengeance on any girl with pretty hair.

Okay … I dunno why I decided extra-long hairdo would look cool on a ghostly creature … but now you’ve had your bedtime story for the evening. 

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So Long, Mr. Ackerman

Category : Other Amazing Talents, Slave to Nostalgia

When people ask me (with surprising frequency) how I ended up being so screwed up in the head, I give credit to sadistic older brothers, backwoods living, the town of Koshkonong, the X-Laser Knights, door-to-door sales, pro wrestling, comic books, and Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine.  I remember paging through dog-eared copies of the mag that belonged to my brother (sadistic brother #1), and I recall quite clearly being ecstatic to find a box full of old issues at a yard sale.  I shoved copies of the magazine in my book bag and read them at school (the issue with Raiders of the Lost Ark’s Toht’s melting face on the cover was popular around the lunchroom table).  I took them on fishing trips to Harker’s Island and read about Jaws as my mom and dad fished for flounder.  I liked everything about the magazine — the amazing covers, the letters pages, the stories, the ads for monster masks and 8mm movies.

Forrest J Ackerman, creator of FM, horror and sci-fi (he coined that term) enthusiast and collector, editor and writer, passed away this week.  He was 92 years old.  He was the catalyst for much of my love for the genre, and I owe him a lot.  I wouldn’t be quite the person I am (a little twisted though I may be) without him.  I’m a proud Ackermaniac.

Rest in Peace, Uncle Forry.   

 

Reminder – Signing Today at The Fantasy Shop

Category : Events & Appearances

A little over twelve years ago, I managed one of The Fantasy Shops around St. Louis (so did my pal, Brian Hurtt, by the way).  I think the store has a tragic name.  One day on my lunch break, I wore my Fantasy Shop Henley shirt (our work uniform) to a Chinese restaurant.  The waiter was convinced that I managed a porn shop, and he went around telling the rest of the staff (and a few of the customers) that I was the go-to person for x-rated videos and an assortment of heated jellies.

Shudder.  

Despite the name, The Fantasy Shop is a great place to buy comics and games, and I’ll be signing, along with Jeremy Haun and Chris Samnee, at the store at 10560 Baptist Church Road today.  I’ll be there from 1 – 5 or so.  Please stop by if you’re in the area.

I’ll be wearing a smile.

And in honor of the store’s name … nothing else.

Art Gallery – The House of Mysterious Secrets

Category : Art Gallery, Slave to Nostalgia

A couple of more drawings from my ancient collection of artwork.

These are inspired by the grocery sack full of horror comics I bought at the flea market (great DC anthology books like House of Mystery, House of Secrets, Ghosts, and Ghost Castle).  Oftentimes, the splash pages of these comics were devoted to a shot of the book’s host hanging around in a creepy, gothic chamber surrounded by all sorts of ghoulish characters.  Those splash pages, with their slime-dripping monsters and forelorn ghosts, encouraged me to create my own haunted mansion populated by a passel of horrible denizens. 

First up, the house itself.  

Sitting atop a grave-dotted hill, the house is a crooked, leaning structure, obviously painted by someone who loved various shades of blue.  The tower in the back is buckling under the weight of the antedelluvian secrets within … or the pen slipped while I was drawing.  The front of the house looks sort of like a face, like the house from The Amityville Horror, but obviously this joint is more sinister BECAUSE THE LIGHT COMING FROM WITHIN IS RED!

Every haunted house needs a caretaker.  Here’s my take on the ghostly lord of the manor, creatively called “The Keeper of the House.”   

The Keeper is more of an old-school horror-host, sporting a flowing green cloak.  His face is a skull/phantom hybrid … or my pen slipped.  Once you enter the house, you must sign his guest book.  Need I say, you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave?  Apparently, the thermostat is stuck on sweltering heat within the house, because the Keeper’s pits are sweaty … but don’t you dare make fun (or try to stab him with your steely knife), because check out the power radiating from his hand.  That vile energy is used to smack down those who try to escape … or those who forget to use a coaster on the coffee table.

By the way, if you look closely at some of these drawings, you’ll see words bleeding through behind the image.  My dad ran a photography studio (Heritage Studios) and I often drew on the back of old office documents.

More soon.

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