Friday, August 21, 2009

Heartache Saloon, the Final Chapter



After undertaking this ambitious scene here I pretty much gave up on the whole enterprise. If I weren't a lazy bastard I might have made it into something worthwhile.

And sorry for the bait and switch--the bloodshed promised in episode 4 happened off-panel.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Plots with Guns

There's a new issue up at Plots with Guns featuring the amazing Frank Bill, the astounding Keith Rawson, and my own "Clyde Beatty's Prize Orang-Outang," an excerpt from my just-finished smutty novel Supply Sarge.

It's live now at

http://www.plotswithguns.com/

Monday, August 17, 2009

Next: BLOODSHED!


Here's the penultimate installment (as always, click to enlarge). Soon after this I realized that no one gave a shit about it and I dropped it. Either the style is changing in a natural way or I was putting less effort into it. Still, the final page will be lovely, just wait.

(incidentally, the missing bit in the text box at the bottom should read NEXT: BLOODSHED!)

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Repulsion


Apparently I overheard this fellow complaining about a co-worker while on tour a few years ago at a fancypants hotel in Minneapolis. Yee-haw.

Friday, August 14, 2009

The Blog to End all Blogs

Sorry for the scarcity of posts of late, had a hard drive disaster last week and I'm having to schlep the MacBook to and fro between office and home. In the meantime, check out filmmaker Mark Stone's website:

http://markwadestone.wordpress.com/

Read it or weep.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Have you seen these garments?


From a collection of old police reports and ephemera from Ventura County, CA....hundreds more to come.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Wicked Wichita

I have often been accused of exaggerating for shock effect the randy ambience of my hometown, but here are a couple of pieces of evidence in my favor.

First, here's a shot of the exterior of the old Rector's Bookstore in downtown Wichita, slated shortly for demolition. My old pal Krista D. was kind enough to go down and take this picture for me:

Rector's was the first bookstore I got to know really well. In the seventies it was also the first place I ever saw real porn, in the form of novels like these two gems, from Beeline Books:



(top image via Lynn Munroe Books)

It's hard for me to imagine how old hometown's city fathers allowed this kind of thing to be publicly displayed (this was in the days before dirty book stores opened in town) but I vividly remember bouts of furtive skulking amidst the racks toward the back of the store and devouring short bits of books like "Bondage Wife for Sale" before sweatily slipping them back onto the rack. Ah, adolescence.

The second delightful bit of kink, recently stumbled across, truly boggled my mind:

http://www.wffmunch.com/

If anything like this was around when I still lived there I was sadly unaware of it. Wichita seems like a lot more fun than it was when I lived there.