KICKSTARTER UPDATE NO. 2! WE MADE IT!

I honestly can't believe I'm writing this but in less than two weeks the "Return to Snakeland" Graphic Novel Kickstarter campaign has exceeded its goal of $1500.  It probably would've been cooler if it came on Friday the 13th, but I'll take it, you know what I mean?  Just amazing.  The Kickstarter will still be open and accepting donations until Halloween, and me and Aaron O'Brian will be cooking up some new and exciting stretch goals this weekend.  But thank you to everyone who has supported this project - I can't express how exciting this all is.  Good stuff.

KICKSTARTER UPDATE NO. 1!

Well, all right!  After just 1 week we are almost 2/3 of the way to our total funding for the Return to Snakeland Graphic Novel!  Incredible generosity and support for independent comics - so much appreciation from me and Aaron.  We're not there yet, tho, so if you haven't already please come check us out at the link below.  Thanks so much!  Jason  

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/296081528/return-to-snakeland-limited-edition-graphic-novel

KICKSTARTER FOR "RETURN TO SNAKELAND" GRAPHIC NOVEL!

Please come look when you have the chance, watch our video, peruse our reward tiers and contribute to become part of something strange and wonderful!

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/296081528/return-to-snakeland-limited-edition-graphic-novel

THE TINY, ELDRITCH PENIS OF H.P. LOVECRAFT

THE TINY, ELDRITCH PENIS OF H.P. LOVECRAFT

a play in one act

STAGE is bare except for BLACK CURTAIN and two “TIKI” TORCHES at far STAGE LEFT FRONT and far STAGE RIGHT FRONT.  Instrumental DOOM METAL plays at a low volume throughout proceedings, not loud enough to obscure any dialogue but loud enough to be consistently audible.  There is a slight smell of fish pervading the staging area.

Author H.P. LOVECRAFT emerges from STAGE LEFT.  He is wearing a trim black suit and black shoes.  His tie is thin and black, his white shirt freshly starched.  He wears a mask made entirely of segments of lobster shell glued together.  They cover his face entirely except for his eyes and mouth.  As opposed to most Halloween masks, LOVECRAFT's mask hugs his face.  A raw squid hangs from his groin, mimicking exposed genitalia.  LOVECRAFT walks to CENTER STAGE and sits in a featureless chair, only making certain that he does not sit on his squid.  LOVECRAFT has a very rigid posture; his squid dangles over the seat of the chair.  He faces the audience and begins to speak conversationally.

LOVECRAFT

Okay, so tonight we're gonna do things a

little differently.  We're going to take some

questions from the audience.  As you know,

these (holds up index cards) were passed out

and returned earlier precisely for this segment.

(Jauntily) So, without any further delay: 

Question Number One!

LOVECRAFT selects a single index card, reads off the question.

LOVECRAFT

"Were you a racist?"

LOVECRAFT sighs thoughtfully.

LOVECRAFT

You know, I get this question a lot.  So often

people will think this because of the name

of the cat in my story "The Rats in the Walls"

or a few...(gestures dismissively)...stray lines

in "Call of Cthulhu", but the reality of it is...

the reality of it is...(out with it)...is that I was

a dirty, dirty racist.  It's true.  But you have to

remember that my parents were racists, our

neighbors were racists...hell, even most of my

readers were racist!  (pauses to think) Before

I went to New York City I had seen, like, maybe

2 or 3 black people ever.  So I didn't really

have a lot to work with.  It's true, I could have

reached out more.  (nods)  I could have.  But 

ultimately, does my racism make Tsathoggua

any more or less Unspeakable? (forced nervous

laugh)  Okay, next question.

LOVECRAFT selects another index card, reads question.

LOVECRAFT

"Were you gay?"  (nods)  Yup, knew this one was

coming too.  Sure, I get it: Fastidious.  Introverted.

Socially awkward.  One known relationship with a

woman that became a brief marriage that became a

good-natured divorce.  Of course you'd suspect a 

beard, who wouldn't, you know?  But, uh, the issue

wasn't that I preferred the company of individuals

of my own gender - the issue was that I did not

prefer...the company of individuals...of either

gender.

LOVECRAFT gesticulates irritatedly.

LOVECRAFT 

I had friends, of course, but...when it came to romance

or...physical intimacy, there was never anything there...

except disgust.  The meat-things and the fish-things...all

the same thing...secretions...small, bubbling...pink fleshy

ridges...lips, tongues...holes upon holes...the smell of

sweat and other things...darker things...gill slits...perverted

fleshy architecture...seemingly miles high...then almost

microscopically close...a tiny nub...like a pencil eraser...

hiding amidst the slimy folds...cheap imposture...(voice 

rises) I, I cannot!...The Shining Trapezohedron...

LOVECRAFT stands up, begins shouting.

LOVECRAFT

MY NAME...MY NAME IS H.P. LOVECRAFT!

I...I AM IN PROVIDENCE AND I AM SAFE FROM

ALL HARM!  I DO NOT HAVE A SQUID PENIS!

LOVECRAFT calms himself down, carefully takes a seat so as not to crush his squid penis.

LOVECRAFT

Whoa!  Okay, there.  Wow.  (exhales) So you can see,

basically, that I was not really "boyfriend material".  

And as far as raising a family - Woosh!  Not happening.

Okay, let's just...let's just move on to the next question.

LOVECRAFT selects a third index card, reads question.

LOVECRAFT

"Is Cthulhu what you think a vagina looks like?"

Okay, that's...(genuine irritation)...who put this in

here?  I...you know, you try to be a good sport, you

try to answer the questions that are asked of you and...

then you get stuff like this.  Okay, well, we're just

gonna go ahead and end early tonight.  That's all.

I'm just gonna go.

LOVECRAFT stands up, shrugs helplessly.

LOVECRAFT

I'm just gonna go.

LOVECRAFT walks off STAGE LEFT.  FIN.

LIFEBOAT ETHICS

LIFEBOAT ETHICS

a play in one act

STAGE is decorated with a BIG YELLOW FAKE SUN hanging from a PAINTED BLUE SKY BACKDROP over a set of FAKE PAINTED WAVES.  From behind the WAVES up juts a BROWN LIFEBOAT, CENTER STAGE for the duration of the performance.  The WAVES are moved slowly back and forth throughout, a basic approximation of the movement of the sea.

There are seven survivors in the lifeboat: the CHIEF, the FIRST MATE, BILL, MILO, DEBBIE, WENDY and STEVE.  All are exhausted and very thin.  All are normal humans except STEVE, who has a gigantic T-bone steak for a head.  STEVE only has a mouth - he has affixed two very large GOOGLY EYES to the steak to make it look like he has an entire face.  STEVE sits in the middle of the boat with three other survivors on each side.  

CHIEF

Hey, Mate - how long have we been lost at sea?

MATE

33 days, Chief.

CHIEF

And how many of those days without food, Mate?

MATE

28, Chief.

CHIEF

28 days.  28.

An uncomfortable silence descends upon the lifeboat.  STEVE slowly stirs.

STEVE 

Well, if no one else is, I’m gonna go ahead and

address the elephant in the room.  After 33 days

you all know me by now – I’m Steve, the guy with

a gigantic T-bone steak for a head.

All others nod tiredly, hungrily.

STEVE

And I can’t be sure of this, because I was born

without actual eyes, but I believe that most, if not

all of you, are nodding tiredly and hungrily.

Smaller chorus of nods.

STEVE

I believe over time I’ve told each one of you about

how I started wearing these Googly eyes so that people

would have a place to look when they speak to me instead

of just a raw mass of red, red meat.

More tired nodding.

STEVE

Right?

MATE

Right, Steve.

STEVE sighs.

STEVE

See, that’s so annoying, too.  Me, always needing affirmation.

Me, always nattering on about my condition.  That’s why it’s 

gotta be me.  I’ve got to be the one.

BILL

What are you talking about, Steve?

STEVE

You have to eat me.  You have to.  That’s all there

is to it.

Small, tired protestations by all.

STEVE

No, no, come on now, it’s true.  My head alone has

easily the most meat mass out of anyone here.  (pauses)

No one’s gonna miss me.  I’m not married; I don’t have

any kids.  My mother died in childbirth – obviously! 

(gestures at gigantic steak head) – and my father got 

tired of looking at the squirming red weapon of his 

wife’s demise after about a year.  After that it was 

foster home to foster home – and, well, you can 

imagine the teasing but that wasn’t the worst of it.  

STEVE shudders.

STEVE

Other kids, foster parents, sometimes teachers!  Always

wanting a taste.  Always wanting to cut off a chunk just

so they could “try it out”.  Always wanting to know what

it would be like.

STEVE pauses, shakes head.

STEVE

You know, this could be good for me too.  A way to give

my worthless life some meaning.  A way to somehow

finally make sense of this insane, gigantic meat head!

STEVE begins striking his own T-bone steak head.

STEVE

This head that killed my mother!  This head that drove away

my father!  This thing, this steak, this...meat that has

destroyed my life since before I had one!

STEVE pauses, thinks.

STEVE

Please, please, all of you!  Look deep into my Googly

eyes, past them to the soul within, and understand

that to eat me, to survive, is not selfish in any way

on your parts, but in fact would be a gift to me!

STEVE pauses again, overcome with emotion.

STEVE

Give me this gift!

WENDY waves her hands at STEVE.

WENDY

Now, wait, wait Steve!  Let’s calm down and talk

about this.

BILL

There’s nothing to talk about.  We’re not going to

eat him.

WENDY

I didn’t say we were going to eat him!  It’s just…

now that Steve has finally broached the subject

we...we really should talk about this.

There is a long, pregnant pause in which no one speaks.

DEBBIE

33 days at sea, the last 28 without food.  If we

don't eat soon, we are going to start dying, one

by one.  

STEVE

(emphatically)

Yes.

DEBBIE

And after that begins, we won't have any choice

in the matter.  At that point, we may have become

too weak to prepare food.  We may be too weak

now.

STEVE

(nodding)

That's why you have to eat me now, right now.

Before things get worse.

MILO

(to BILL)

He has a point.

BILL

(enraged)

Are you crazy?  We're gonna get picked up here

any day now - I can't believe it hasn't happened

already - and not one of you is going to be able

to forgive yourselves if we eat this man and then

get rescued!

MILO

Bill, I respect your opinion, but Debbie's logic is sound.

It's amazing one of us hasn't dropped off already.  If we

do ever get rescued, all they're gonna rescue is a boat

full of corpses.

FIRST MATE

(shrugs)

If the guy wants us to eat him, who's to say we shouldn't?

STEVE

(pointing)

Yes!

FIRST MATE

Hey, Chief, what do you think?

CAPTAIN

I think that I am very, very hungry.  So hungry. (long pause)

But I just don't know if I can eat another guy.

WENDY

Well, think about this: what if we just...taste him?

BILL

What in God's name are you talking about?

WENDY

Well, I don't know - if we just taste Steve maybe it'll help

us decide whether or not we should eat him.  Like,

if his head just tastes like human skin, that's probably 

not going to work.  But if it tastes like an actual 

T-bone steak...?

All of the castaways look around at each other and at STEVE.

BILL

Are you okay with this?  Getting "tasted"?

STEVE

(somberly)

As long as it all ends with me getting eaten, I don't care.

FIRST MATE shrugs.  All the other castaways look at each other.  WENDY is the first to get up.

WENDY

Well, okay then.

WENDY makes her way carefully over to STEVE, touches the side of his head gently and speaks very slowly and purposefully.

WENDY

Are you sure this is what you want, 
Steve?

STEVE

I can't stress to you enough how badly

I want all of you to eat me, and if this

helps, then great.

WENDY

Okay.  (Nodding, rocking, psyching 

herself up) Here we go.

WENDY places both her hands on STEVE's massive head, and then takes a long lick.  WENDY waits, taking stock of the flavor, then begins licking STEVE's head almost frantically.  DEBBIE gets up.

DEBBIE

Hey, hey.

DEBBIE moves slowly over to the other side of STEVE's head. DEBBIE takes a couple of tentative licks, responds to the taste and begins licking at nearly the same speed as WENDY.

FIRST MATE

How, how is it?  I mean, like, what does

it taste like?

Neither WENDY or DEBBIE pauses to answer; in fact, both have begun moaning and grunting in an almost sexual pleasure.  MILO gets up.

MILO

Okay, I'm goin' in.

BILL

(horrified)

You're not going to...to do that?

MILO

(laughs)

If the Bear is hungry, the Bear will eat!

From out of nowhere, the SOUND OF A STUDIO AUDIENCE LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY is heard.  MILO makes his way over to STEVE, places himself between WENDY and DEBBIE and behind STEVE and immediately begins licking his head like crazy. The moaning from WENDY and DEBBIE increases in volume and intensity.  STEVE slowly puts his hands on WENDY and DEBBIE's exposed calves.  They continue, unabated.  STEVE slides his hands up the ladies' thighs.  Both still continue licking and moaning.  STEVE slides both his hands up into WENDY and DEBBIE's crotches.  WENDY and DEBBIE immediately pull back, push STEVE's hands away.

WENDY

Hey!

DEBBIE 

What the hell, man?!

STEVE

(agitated)

But I, I thought you...

WENDY

(derisive)

This isn't sexual, Steve!

DEBBIE

(strident)

It's about survival.

STEVE holds his steak-head, leans forward shamefully.  MILO continues licking, unaware or uncaring of events around him. Suddenly, the FIRST MATE perks up, pointing off UPPER STAGE LEFT.

FIRST MATE

Hey.  Hey!  Look, look there!  It's a...

...a helicopter!

EVERYONE bounds up excitedly, cheering, laughing.  The SOUND OF A BUZZING HELICOPTER is heard, SLOWLY GROWING IN VOLUME until it reaches its maximum volume hovering over the lifeboat.  OFFSTAGE industrial strength fans blow fiercely at the boat, buffeting the hair and clothing of the survivors.  Suddenly, a ROPE LADDER drops from the rafters.  All the survivors begin to ascend: first the two ladies, then MILO, the CHIEF, and the FIRST MATE.  BILL is next to last and gives STEVE a sickly smile as BILL lets go of the rope ladder and speaks to STEVE.

BILL

(inaudible)

BILL immediately begins punching STEVE as hard as he can in STEVE's steak-head.  STEVE shouts but it can barely be heard above the over-whelming sound of the helicopter.  Once STEVE is subdued, BILL leans down and starts taking huge bites out of STEVE's head.  STEVE is screaming at this point, but again, it can barely be heard over the helicopter.  BILL eventually sits up, his face, hands and clothes covered with blood.  STEVE lies prone, apparently dead.  BILL belches and begins to ascend the rope ladder.  As BILL climbs, he shouts up loud enough to be heard over the sound of the helicopter.

BILL

SHARK!  SHARK!  I tried to save

him!  Shark attack!  SHARK!

Ad infinitum.  FIN

WELL, HELLO GORGEOUS!

Hi anyone still out there, Jason here, back for a bit to post some strange new things.  Some one act plays, a couple of monologues and hopefully some interesting news on the "Return to Snakeland" graphic novel!  Old friends, I'll hopefully be re-connecting over the next few weeks.  Missed you!

"RETURN TO SNAKELAND" GRAPHIC NOVEL

hey folks!

the first six fragments of the "return to snakeland" comic are up here - come see when you have time, and don't forget to scroll backwards for continuity!

thanks, jason 

RETURN TO SNAKELAND - FIRST FRAGMENT

All art (c) 2012 Aaron O'Brian.

GENERATION X / BILLY IDOL ARTICLE PUBLISHED

Hey folks!

Just got an article about Billy Idol's old band Generation X on Perfect Sound Forever - check it out here when you get the chance. I'm really happy with the way this one came out.

WINTER BREAK / BUNKER TIME

Hi folks!

Now that Snakeland is finished, I will be taking a break from blogging for awhile. If you wish you can check out the archives, tho! Snakeland starts here, Richie starts here, and this is the beginning of one long poem about guns.

Paul Squires RIP.

SNAKELAND TRANSFIGURED: SECTION THREE

* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *

“Jason. Wake up.”

I sit up, still dreaming, my wife awake at my side. She is shaking my shoulder. “Honey, wake up! You’re having a nightmare.”

I rub my eyes. “Yes, honey. That’s it. I was having a nightmare.”

October 22, 2011