Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Kate was created for a sketch called Doctor Who and the Spork of Death. Mo Pease played Kate and I played the Doctor, naturally. There was an ancient rivalry between alien races (the Sporks and the Foons), strange jokes, and very silly costumes. Basically everything you'd expect from late 70s Doctor Who. And there was Kate. A wry woman in the midst of insanity. I actually managed to find a copy of the script. I know for a fact this wasn't the version performed, as there are a couple of jokes missing. But it's pretty close. It's also...very rough shall we say. This is the first time I had really written anything. It's very clear that I didn't know what I was doing. But it got better. At least, I hope it got better!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
But that's not all...
We've gone back to print on Issue #1 and printed it in a new, smaller edition to match #2. And, we've fixed all those annoying little typos that we knew you noticed!
I know what you're thinking, 'How do I obtain these slices of fried gold from Steven and Kathy?' Well, friend, wander and wonder no more. You can order right here! Every comic comes signed by Kathy Harnack and Steven Sautter and can be personally inscribed upon request.
KATE ANDERSON #1 ($5)
KATE ANDERSON #2 ($5)
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
This came to me while I was sick and I thought it was groundbreaking. A week later I thought it was only ok. :\
Friday, October 30, 2009
This was my first time ever going to APE and it was at once just like and totally different from other cons I’d been to before. Spending the weekend in the company of people with interests and goals similar to mine is really inspiring.Walking around the convention space was thrilling all by itself.
What was different was the emphasis not on established artists, but on the little guy trying to put his name out there. There was a sense of community support at APE that wasn’t quite the sense of unity I’ve experienced at other cons. It made me feel all warm and squishy inside.
Our table was just that: a bare-bones table! At Fanime we get the luxury of a clean, white, plastic table with a blue cloth skirt. No such frills at APE. Our table was wooden and worn in some spots such that it was splintery. Using quick thinking and cash, Steven dashed off early on and found a tablecloth at a nearby REI. Since the red gingham didn’t really connote the spirit of Blue Ringed Comics, we flipped it over to the white underbelly. In some pictures, you can see the checkered fringe.
A few spelling errors later on the signs and we were in business! The table was set up, the fliers were out, the candy enticed, and I got to work on making some artist trading cards. (I didn’t end up trading with anybody, actually. But I did give them away.)
We talked to many people who were very kind and we recited our sales pitch many a time over. Sometimes our efforts were successful and we’d make a sale, other times the visitor walked away with a flier and a pixie stick. Archie the octopus sure attracted a lot of attention! Steven likes to perch him on his shoulder.
As my understanding goes, Tim Schafer was at APE promoting Brütal Legend.Since I’ve only ever seen one old photo of him courtesy of Yahtzee’s review of Psychonauts, I’m not entirely sure which one he is in this photo. I’m guessing he’s the gentlemen sitting down signing something. Kind of wish I’d done some planning because I would have brought him my copy of Psychonauts to sign.
And it isn't a con until there's a collab! My kind nieghbor Chris Matley of Two Skulls Studio drew lineart of a sexy woman stabbinating a tentacle monster. Since I'd dragged along every Prismacolor and Copic marker I had, he asked me to color. So there it is!
Last two pages of Lay Dee Odle.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
We're going to be at booth #561 all weekend. Drop by, say hi, and buy our comics!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
She walked up the five shallow steps to the front door of 127 Shadwell Street and rapped the doorknocker once. Almost instantly, a bespectacled butler opened the door. He peered at her and presented a small silver tray. Without a word, Gwendolyn placed her card upon it. The butler led her into a small receiving room while he went off in search of his master.
The room was filled with ferrotypes that had been fashionable a decade or so previously. They all showed of the day posing with the same weasel faced little man.
‘You are admiring the ferrotypes, I see.’ Gwendolyn turned to see the weasel faced man enter the room. ‘Yes, I have done readings for many people. Look, here is Charlotte Ellison. And there, Randolph Henry Ash, splendid fellow. And Hamilton Slade,’ he pointed each of them in turn.
‘You are Robert Emil, then?’ Gwendolyn asked, knowing full well the answer he would give.
‘I am he, dear lady. You have come for the séance.’ It was not a question.
She answered yes and followed him to another room, windowless yet swathed with drapes. Two elderly women and a middle aged man were already sat around a round table in the middle of the room, the only piece of furniture in it. Gwendolyn sat down and looked at the other people at the table. The man had a long nose and piercing gray eyes. His hair, though graying at the temples, fell back in ringlets down past his neck. The women were unremarkable, but chatted amicably between each other.
Gwendolyn leant over and introduced herself to the gentleman. He smiled and said hello but did not give his name. ‘I lost my memory,’ he said offhandedly. ‘It was suggested to me that someone “out there” might know me.’ At this he gestured to the open air with a conjurer’s flourish. ‘All nonsense, of course, but it can’t do any harm.’
Emil took his seat and motioned for everyone to take hands. ‘While Mrs. Runcible and Mrs. Sloat have been here many times, this is the first visit for our other guests. Let me explain what shall happen, I am about to make contact with the spirit world and shall be set upon by those who have passed on. I beg of you, do not be alarmed! They shall not harm you. These spirits are benevolent and wish only talk to us.’
And he began to chant, a wordless hypnotic droning. After several moments of this, he opened his eyes, which were rolled back into his head leaving only the whites. ‘Spirits? Are you there?’ There was a slight pause and then a mysterious knocking.
Oh no, thought Gwendolyn, not a table knocker. She took a quick look at Emil, but he had his feet firmly on the ground. She looked around the table; the pepperpots were enthralled but the steel eyed man was clearly bored. ‘A table knocker,’ he mouthed to her. She shrugged and nodded back at him.
‘Mr. Runcible?’ There was another knock.
‘Ask him if he’s well,’ said Mrs. Runcible.
‘Mr. Runcible, are you well?’ KNOCK
‘Ask him if he’s had his vegetables,’ Mrs. Runcible said.
‘Mr. Runcible, have you had your vegetables?’ KNOCK KNOCK
‘Now, Geoffrey, you know you’re supposed to have your vegetables. Just because you’ve passed to the other side-’ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
‘What do three knocks mean?’ Gwendolyn asked.
‘I fear Mr. Runcible has passed outside of our purview for the moment,’ Emil said quickly. ‘But I do sense another presence.’
‘Is it my Arthur?’ asked Mrs. Sloat. KNOCK
‘Nooo, no.’ There was an element of panic Emil’s voice. ‘Do any of you know McIntosh? Hob-no-Robert McIntosh? ’
‘No,’ said Gwendolyn.
‘I might do. I don’t know,’ the gray eyed man sighed.
‘He says-he says to-’ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
‘He says to knock?’ The gray eyed man stood up from the table. ‘I’ve had rather enough of this.’ KNOCK
‘I quite agree,’ Gwendolyn stood next to him. ‘The link is broken and there’s still-’ KNOCK ‘Still knocking. The “spirits” aren’t doing this. Shall we go upstairs and see what is?’
‘After you’, the man gestured towards the door.
‘No, you can’t,’ Emil cried.
Gwendolyn and her companion raced up the stairs, the tails of his coat flapping behind him. Emil followed them, yelling at that and threatening police action. All the while, the knocking grew louder.
They reached the top of the stairs. Gwendolyn paused before the door where the knocking seemed to be originating. ‘Ready?’
‘I was loomed ready,’ the man smiled his mysterious smile at her. For an instant Gwendolyn saw something behind his eyes, as if he realized that he, himself, didn’t understand what he just said.
Gwendolyn turned the handle and the door open wide, prepared to take on anything.
‘It’s a pony,’ said the man.
‘Yes,’ said Gwendolyn.
‘Forgive me, my memory again, but that’s not normal is it?’ he asked.
‘No,’ said Gwendolyn, again.
‘Thought not,’ the man said and miraculously pulled a sugar cube out of his pocket to present to the pony.
Emil came spluttering into the room. ‘Hillary!’
‘Is fine. Perhaps you might explain why there’s a pony in your bedroom?’ Gwendolyn asked.
‘I don’t have to tell you anything,’ Emil crossed his arms. ‘What a gentleman does behind closed doors is his own prerogative.’
‘Oh,’ said Gwendolyn before the implications set in. ‘Ohhh.’
The man giggled. Both Emil and Gwendolyn shot daggers at him. ‘Sorry, Hillary was eating a sugar cube off my hand and it tickled,’ he said sheepishly.
‘You hussy!’ Emil screamed at his pony and ran out the door, sobbing all the way.
Gwendolyn placed a hand on the strange man’s shoulder. ‘I’m sorry you didn’t find what you were looking for. I knew before I came here that he was a fraud.’
‘So did I,’ he said after a moment. He walked away, letting her hand fall. ‘You’ll contact the proper authorities, I trust?’
‘Good,’ he said. He walked out the door, leaving Gwendolyn alone with the pony. The pony eyed her wearily. Gwendolyn did the same. ‘How do we get you out of here?’
Now playing: David Bowie - Oh! You Pretty Things
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
So on the same day I saved moolah at the local Aaron Bros. I also found a pack of blank artist trading cards (ATC). Since they've been floating temptingly around deviantART, I decided I'd give it a go.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
PIRATE 1: Yaaar!
PIRATE 2: Wooorf!
PIRATE 3: Suluuu!
PIRATE 1: What be you doing?
PIRATE 2: I thought we were namin’ security chiefs o’ th’ Enterprise.
PIRATE 1: Sulu wasn’t security chief o’ th’ Enterprise.
PIRATE 3: In ‘Mirror, Mirror’ he was.
PIRATE 2: Aye, but that was in a parallel universe.
PIRATE 3: How about Chekov? Chekov was th’ security chief in th’ first six Star Trek movies.
PIRATE 1: Not in Star Trek 2 though.
PIRATE 3: Not in Star Trek 2, yeah. But th’ rest…
A PIRATE RAP
(Sung by three pirates in four part harmony)
It’s hard to be a pirate in this day and age
But da’ nine t’ five grind feels like we trapped in a cage
So we quit our jobs at th’ local Target
And bought these new clothes from a costume set
We were pirates
We were mean
We were vicious and cruel
But da’ biggest body of water we could find was a pool
Forsakin’ the high seas, we turned to crime
Drinkin’ Coronas with tiny slices o’ lime
We spend our days lookin’ for booty
And once we find our treasure, we’ll look for some cuties
All th’ pirates in th’ house go, “Rrrr.”
So here we end our tale o’ woe and tragedy
How we ditched our jobs and turned t’ piracy
But enough o’ this rap, ‘tis getting hard to rhyme
We’re gonna stop it now because it’s time…to steal