Thursday, October 12, 2017

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.

Saturday, October 7, 2017

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




Monday, October 2, 2017

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


Sunday, September 24, 2017

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.



Sunday, September 17, 2017

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




Friday, September 15, 2017

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!