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January 23, 2015 · 1:42 pm

Ralph Bakshi

I was a Disney kid. I grew up with Sleeping Beauty, Pinocchio, and Jungle Book. But then I grew up and went to college and all my Disney dreams were dashed. The world is not Disneyland. The world holds many wicked wonders, some beautiful, some dangerous, some downright deadly. In 1977 I saw a movie that changed my world That movie was Ralph Bakshi’s Wizards. I saw it in the college-town theater in Ames, Iowa. I scraped up enough money to see it three times in the week that it played there. It was the Fall Semester after having read the entire Lord of The Rings Trilogy a year ago that summer. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, then here it is from YouTube. You should take a look, if not watch it all;

Ralph Bakshi is the chief artist/animator behind some of the raunchiest, weirdest, and wildest cartoons of the 60’s, 70’s, and 80’s. You may have seen some of his work.

Fritz the Cat was groundbreaking in that it was actually an X-rated cartoon, something that a Disney kid could never have imagined until he had his goofy little cartoon brain got corrupted by the colorful collage of experience you get as a farm-boy in college. I never actually saw such a profane perversion of what a cartoon was supposed to be until they had a special free showing at the student union. I went with a couple of guys from the dorm house and was flabberghasted that we could watch such a thing and not be in jail the following day. I would’ve gone back a second time, but free student union movies only occurred one time a month and were never replayed again, ever.

And then came The Lord of the Rings. Bakshi was the first one to create a film version of the novels they said could never be filmed. It appeared in the theaters in college town and I was forced to see it five times in the two weeks it stayed in the theater. I never loved anything so much in animation before. It was better even than Pinocchio. I would in later years be devastated by the fact that the movie only covered one and a half of the three books. The rest of the story never got made.

After college there were other black-magical Bakshi films. I would later get to see Fire and Ice, American Pop, and Cool World. Ralph Bakshi, and one of his lead cartoonists, Mike Ploog, would rock my world until he finally stopped making animated films. I have actually seen all of his films now, and have copies of most of them.

This is a scene from the history of music cartoon, American Pop.

Here’s another scene from that movie.He called it a “moving painting in honor of American music.”

Cool World was a combination of live action and cartoons that was loosely modeled on Who Framed Roger Rabbit? It was a foofy story that made a half-decent excuse for wonderful artwork.

Fire and Ice was Dungeons and Dragons and Boris Vellejo brought to life.

Let me end with a couple of connections to Ralph and Mike that you should check out. Their artistry has a profound effect.

http://www.facebook.com/RalphBakshi http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mike-Ploog/103982309772668

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January 22, 2015 · 2:08 pm

Blowing Up My Brain (Accidentally, of Course)

Yesterday was my best day for views ever on WordPress. I crossed the 100 view, 59 visitors per hour barrier. How the heck did that happen? Why do so many people suddenly want to see my goofiness in blog form? Have I suddenly realized my dream of attracting readers to my words and wit and artwork? I think not. No one post brought this on. I did not have any sudden aha! moment of perfect post creation. I posted a post yesterday about lying based on my love/hate relationship with politics. I posted before that about my Paffooney creating process and my psychotic collecto-mania as it intersects that fantastic life in plastic of Barbie. None of that should have generated so much interest. And most of the posts viewed, over a hundred of them, were single-viewer hits on separate posts. So I now have a conspiracy theory of my own to pursue. Are the Illuminati or the Freemasons trying to lead me down dark paths of misinformation? Are aliens suddenly becoming aware of the story told in Catch a Falling Star? Cool! But probably not the answer. The only factor I could seize on that might explain this anomaly is the fact that somebody re-posted my Barbie Shelf post.

The Militant Negro (://theobamacrat.com/) The Militant Negro, a progressive political site with keen insights and a lot of followers re-posted my foofoo post about collecting Barbie dolls. I haven’t been brave enough yet to ask why. Maybe I should’ve kept it all more of a secret. Maybe they are all examining my posts now for evidence of dementia or possible lunatic plans to take over the world through manipulative toys… or maybe my paranoia. But for some reason, I must’ve sparked curiosity in a part of the blog-world where I never suspected it would be.

Hopefully I haven’t shot myself in the foot with this post which includes bare butts and butterflies. Oh, no!

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January 21, 2015 · 2:08 pm

Damn Lies, White Lies, Stretchers, and Wild Hoo-Haws

There are limits to what people will believe. No really, there are, I promise. You can believe me because I’m a fiction writer, a story-teller, and I therefore tell lies all the time. I was a teacher for thirty-one years, so I not only tell kids how wonderful they are in order to get good behavior and real learning out of them, but I have been told some of the most convoluted, inside-out, purple-in-the-face hoo-haws that are ever told anywhere in human culture throughout human history, and told them by a child with a straight face, perfectly seriously, and with little red horns holding up their crooked golden halos. We are taught to misrepresent the truth from early childhood on.

“Do you have to go potty, sweetheart?”

“No, mommy, I jest like to dance.”

“Do you love me, Mortimer? Or do you just want to get me alone in a car after the prom?”

“Oh, I love you, Alicia. Really I do!”

“So are you in favor of taxing the oil companies at a fair and balanced rate, Senator, so we have more money to spend on Education and public works?”

“Why, I most certainly do, young voter. Ignore that man with the “I Love Exxon” button trying to bash me over the head with that Tea Party campaign sign. Let me kiss that darling little baby of yours.”

This post was inspired by all the lies told in the State of the Union speech last night by President O’Bama (He’s Irish and a conservative like Bill O’Reilly, isn’t he?) Now, I am well aware of the white lies the President buttered our bread with. The economy has actually improved, but not nearly as much as was claimed. And not nearly enough for someone like me, a white male retired educator with significant health problems living in a Red State under Republican-Nazi governor/emperors who want to privatize education and spend my pension money on tax breaks for billionaires. But those lies are nothing compared to the damn lies told by the Republican response lady, Ernst from Iowa. She laid out a plan for undoing everything that’s been done to improve my life by the government since 2008. The Affordable Care Act is to be repealed. Tax breaks for “job creators” are going to be re-instituted. We are going to heal the middle class by deregulating industry and predatory banks and by giving more benefits and goodies to the rich folks who will treat us better than those horrible Democratic liberals who want to turn us all into socialists. This is coming from the Iowa Senator who won her seat by promising your average pork-eating Iowan to use her “hog-castrating skills” to motivate Democrats in congress to see things her way. Iowans (of which I once was one of) know good fertilizer when they smell it. It makes you want to shout, “Hoo-Haw!” (Yes, it’s true, I once knew an old farm hand that, when he heard a ridiculously contorted lie, would shout “Hoo-Haw!” as a sort of derisive laughter to hear such a funny truth-twister.)

Lies are our way of life. We lie about what we think. We lie about what we feel. We lie about how we view the world. We lie about whether or not we tell lies. Could we live a life without ever lying? I hate to tell you this, but if I say, “yes”, then it might not be entirely truthful of me.

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January 20, 2015 · 4:40 am

The Barbie Shelf

Goofy-guy doll collector, me, will now give you a grand tour of the Barbie Shelf. This is a place in my home that was originally created by the previous owners of the house. It was a place in the upstairs play room apparently meant for the things that needed to be kept out of little girls’ reach. Maybe pampers and baby wipes. Cleaning supplies. And possibly toys that were not to be broken immediately and had to be regulated. I don’t know why else you would grace a playroom with a shelf up near the ceiling and above the only door into the room. It was, however, perfect for the plastic people who were destined to take it over as their own.

It begins above the bedroom door. My wife has a thing about keeping her dolls mint in box. She has more of an eye to their value as collectible investments. The fashion Barbie nestled above the door in her box is a recreation of a 1962 doll that was reissued in 1999. You can also see the Teacher Barbie that the Princess once de-boxed and played with. And there you can also see the start of the Wizard of Oz collection. There are little munchkin dolls and the Ken doll dressed as the Cowardly Lion in the picture.

In front of Dorothy and Glinda from Oz, you see some of the recycled Goodwill Barbies that I bought naked and abandoned, cleaned and dressed, washed and tried to brush out their hair. One of them had some marker on her face that had to be soaked off with secret sauce to restore a more human look. The one in the middle is a 1980’s Asian Barbie. There is also a Cowgirl Barbie wearing an extra gun belt from a CA Lone Ranger set.

The kids are protected by Eustace the purple pottery dragon who was fired in my mother’s kiln during the height of her doll-making hobby and painted by me. The kids here include a tiny Tommy doll, three Skippers from the early 70’s, and Hermione from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. You can see the Scarecrow and the Tin Man in the back, and there’s also Goodwill Barbie that for some odd reason has purple hair.

Ricky (a 1960’s boy toy for Skipper) sits with Ashley Olsen between more recycled Goodwill Barbies. 1980’s Skipper is trying to push poor roller-skate Barbie off the shelf.

My newest My Little Pony in mutant almost human form, Rainbow Dash the Equestria girl, is the blue doll in the middle here. Mary-Kate Olsen can be seen in the Blue dress. All you can see of Britney Spears here are her legs and feet, probably a safety feature of this tour. The topless ballerina Barbie is wearing a jacket, but I could not close it on her extra large Barbie mammaries. Princess Jasmine, my daughter’s somewhat beat-up favorite begins Disney Princess Row.

Li Shang is still mint in box, but Mulan isn’t even on the shelf any more. Some of Mom’s dolls got played with by the Princess. Mulan lost her hair. There is one American Girl doll here, bought at a yard sale for 25 cents, but I found a dress to fit her at Walmart in a sale bin. Unfortunately I can’t name her correctly yet and she is barefoot like most of the Goodwill dolls.

Almost to the end of the shelf, you can now see Apple Jack and Twilight Sparkle, my other two mutant pony girls, discovered at an After-Christmas Sale at Toys-R-Us. They are standing on Grandma Beyer’s home bingo set from the 1930’s, and Disney Princesses are lined up behind them.

At the tail end of the shelf you will see Twilight Sparkle again to take the focus off poor 1980’s nudist Skipper (I robbed her of her clothes for one of the older, more rare Skippers that are worth a bit more to collectors). Seated between is Asian Rock n Roll Barbie (Leah actually). You may have noticed I am careful not to over-identify any of the members of the collection. I got taken to task on E-Bay about descriptions of which Barbie was which once. There are people out there much more rabid about doll collecting than I. The difference between a 1980’s Butterfly Tattoo Barbie and an Anniversary Edition Malibu Barbie can get you challenged to a duel… with rapiers… in France. I had to talk him into balloons and blunderbusses (an idea borrowed from Those Magnificent Men in their Flying Machines), and I lost. I had to settle for the price offered even though my own research suggested I was not wrong. (Well, okay, maybe I didn’t really go through with the duel thing, but the argument was just as intense and just as silly as that.)

So that is my long-winded essay on the essentials of the Barbie Shelf. I will be looking at it a lot for the next few years since it is in the room I am using as my bedroom. (Not in perfect health, I needed a room that I could completely seal up at night in order to breathe better.) I really didn’t think I could pull off 500 words about this one goofy shelf in the house, but I now realize that I have nearly reached 900.

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January 15, 2015 · 1:20 pm

Paffooney Updates #1

The work on this latest Paffooney is coming along nicely. I confessed to mess-ups yesterday. Today I can show you real progress without further oopsies. The figure of Valerie Clarke is the most important part of both this illustration and my novel project. She is the single focus-character in When The Captain Came Calling. I usually vary the focus character from scene to scene in my fiction, because I have a pathological need to play around inside the heads of multiple characters. This book will be the first one I’ve written to stay inside the same head through the entire novel. The story, assuming it doesn’t totally take on a life of its own and change itself, is about how a young girl sees and evaluates the people in her life… Mom, Dad, the boy she has a crush on, the girlfriend of that boy, the goofy members of the Norwall Pirates (a 4-H softball team and liars’ club dedicated to adventure, story-telling, and being a kid while you can), weird people who live in tiny Iowa farm towns, and mysterious strangers who can somehow be invisible. It is about friendship, love, sex, and growing up. It is also about overly-protective parents and a world full of dark magic and mysterious dangers. I am trying to capture that in my Paffooney, to hopefully make it into a possible cover illustration. I intend to show you in this blog each stage in the completion of the project… the making of colored-pencil Paffoonery.

Work in Progress

Here is the straight poop. (Wait a minute! Not poop metaphors again!) Okay, better idiomatic expression… Here is the truthful statement about work habits. (Better! But that was idiomatic not idiotic, right?) Right.

Sometimes I mess up. I am working slowly and steadily on the next story burning to be told, When the Captain Came Calling. In the illustration I am working on, you can probably see the mess-ups already. I very carefully blot my black ink pens when I am doing the pen and ink work. Even ball point pens can blot. I will admit I press entirely too hard on both ink pens and colored pencils. I break a lot of colored lead and make a lot of black pens bleed. I have arthritis in my hands and often push too hard because I am pushing back against the pain. I can sometimes use a lighter touch with the colored pencil, the area being covered may require a more lightly penciled mark and have more paper whiteness showing through. Black pen lines are never like that. To get a steady, even line, I push with pressure to get things dark and full and even. The pen that I was using had developed a leaky ball and had to be blotted with every use. When it made the first smear, I changed to a new pen. I cussed a little too. (Cussing makes it better. I learned that from Mark Twain.) But I didn’t panic and throw the drawing out. I can fix it up a bit when I add the color. But the second pen I was using was a pen I switched out earlier for bleeding. That’s how I got the second smear. Dang me! It almost ruined what I think is a very promising portrait of my main character Valerie Clarke. (Valerie, whom you may remember from Snow Babies posts, is based on a girl I once had a crush on, and my own daughter, the Princess.)

Now, ink smears are not the only thing that had to be twisted and worked around to get this project underway and at least a little bit tamed. The title was originally a problem. I tried to call this story The Captain Came because of the primary antagonist and the fact that he is returning from the South Seas to the little Iowa town of Norwall. This was a problem because Captain Dettbarn was running from a bunch of psychotic little Juju men (animated Tiki idols) who were chasing him because he made the witch doctor’s chief’s daughter pregnant. That made the title an R-rated joke that I hadn’t intended even before I considered this story a YA novel idea.

The Juju men themselves are problem. In this time of unintended racism, I had to work on them to make them be something other than a racial stereotype. They were not originally made entirely of wood. I had to eliminate cartoonist’s shortcuts in depiction that made them look like little black men or little dark brown men. They are of an indeterminate South Seas racial stock. Their language is mostly Tagalog (because it is a language I have tried to learn due to Filipino relatives). Their culture is mostly movie fiction that comes from the Captain’s own liar’s brain. Most of the information about the witch doctor and the mysterious island come from the Captain’s logbook which is a work of fiction written by a drunkard with a vivid imagination. So I am trying to be fair to a people and race that don’t actually exist outside of the story within the story. Whew! I’ve got to stop explaining complicated things now before my brain melts. Smoke is already coming out of my ears and making it hard to see here in my studio.

Faeries

In my book The Magical Miss Morgan, the teacher, Miss Francis Morgan, has to deal not only with a crisis in her personal teaching world, but a crisis brewing in the magical fairy kingdom of Tellosia. The fairies have come seeking Francis’ aid because she, as a teacher, has direct access to children and can affect what they believe in. You see, the fairies suffer from a general lack of belief in fairies, something that has been plaguing them more and more as the modern world makes it more and more difficult for children to actually believe. Soon they will wink out of existence for lack of believers. Francis’ younger brother, Milt, is a wizard. He knows some fairies personally, and he has told them that Francis can help them. So, because Milt revealed her to them, the Erlking, leader of the fairies of Tellosia, has sent three chosen representatives to plead for her help.

The leader of the trio is Donner. He is the dragonfly-winged pixie who is a leader of the wasp-riders. At three full inches in height, he is one of the biggest and most leader-ish of the fairies, the reason he was chosen to head the mission. He speaks very much in the old style and has a hard time getting his ideas across to a creative teacher-type from the 1990’s.

Silkie, the Storybook, is a beautiful fairy who, because she is a Storybook fairy, is immortal. She has been immortal since Hans Christian Andersen used her adventures that she had related to him to create the story of Little Tiny or Thumbelina in 1835. Any time a fairy is immortalized by a human author, that fairy becomes a Storybook and is destined to live forever. She is very old and very wise, but also very human-looking and very-very small.

Garriss, the third fairy, is a wisp. Wisps are elemental beings made of fire, water, stone, or air. They are rumored to be incredibly stupid, because their little brains are composed entirely of one element. Garriss is a fire wisp. He has a temper because his brain is made of fire. Torchy, also pictured, is also rather stupid and foolish. But fire wisps prove to have a very warm heart.

So, if you can stand fairy tales at all, I hope you will clap your hands and believe in the fairies in my book. I intend to submit it to the Chanticleer Book Reviews’ YA Novel Contest in April of 2015. The hand clapping should definitely help… unless James M. Barrie lied to us in his book Peter Pan.

Humor Me (Humor? Me?)

I am wondering now if it is appropriate to call what I do in my writing and my cartooning humor. I tell stories. As a school teacher in both junior high and high school, I told stories in class and made kids laugh. (Okay, I admit, kids that age mixed with hormones, experiments with sex and alcohol, and under-developed frontal lobes in their brains will laugh at practically anything. I know a teacher who crosses her eyes when talking to kids about their mistakes, and she has them rolling on the floor with giggle-fits. This is now my fourth longest parenthetic expression, also known as an aside. They would probably laugh about that.) But is it fair to call that humor?

I write stories filled with feel-good crap. I’m as likely to make you cry as I am to make you laugh. (At least, that is my intention. You may laugh at things I intend to make the reader sad, and be sad or nauseated by the things I think are funny.) How does that fit with the definition of humor on the internet? I get a big kick out of some humor blogs I found on WordPress. http://https://irtfyblog.wordpress.com/ I Refuse to Follow Your Blog is a master complainer. He disses and crabs and totally kicks butt about a number of things. (Though I must admit I used his list of un-funny humor blogs to follow a few more that give me chuckles… What can I say? I’m a contrarian at times. How can you teach seventh graders and not be?) http://https://buffalotompeabodyblog.wordpress.com/ Buffalo Tom Peabody not only rocks my rib-cage with his wonderful photo-shopped self-cat-portraits, he makes a really guffaw-inducing set of videos on YouTube. http://http://bensbitterblog.com/ Ben’s Bitter Blog is blithely bitter and better at bitter than any bitter blogger blogging bitterly that I have ever found. Ben blogs bitter better than other bitter bloggers who blog with bitter butter… (All right! I know. Alliteration by itself isn’t funny. It took me tons of tempestuous years teaching to learn that.) http://http://dougdoeslife.com/ Doug Does Life does a blog with a monkey that you have to see to believe. They all make me laugh and they all seem to know better than I how to do the humor shtick. So how dare I call what I write humor?

After the Charlie Hebdo incident, (which you may have noticed has seriously bruised my cartoony little heart) I have to take humor and comedy in a whole new, more serious light. Ralph Bakshi, a master cartoonist whom I adore, says that if your cartoons don’t piss somebody off and make some enemies, then you’re doing it wrong, and you have to stop calling yourself a cartoonist. He says you are just an illustrator… in my case a children’s illustrator. Do I need to be insulted by that? Am I not a humorist? Am I not funny? I will tag this lunatic post as humor even though it’s not funny… well, not funny funny… just funny odd. Will I get in trouble with the cartoon gods for doing it? (Wait a minute… cartoon gods? Are they gonna zap me with a cartoon fun-bolt or hit me in the face with a pie or something? If they send terrorists, it may elevate my status.) So I am asking a whole lot of questions and not answering them myself like usual. After all, who decides if this is humor? Not I.

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January 6, 2015 · 7:52 pm

Fire Wisps

In the novel I just recently finished, The Magical Miss Morgan, there are several different kinds of fairies. The fairies in the book may or may not really be there. They are a part of the magic the teacher, who is the main character, uses to be a superior teacher. She engages the imaginations of her students and they love her for it. Still, an important part of the plot revolves around a small group of fairies intent on a quest meant to save their fairy kingdom called Tellosia from a take-over attempt by evil fairies. One of the main character fairies is the fire wisp, Garriss, seen here with his little brother Torchy. Fire wisps are fairies made of elemental magic, so they can be fire, water, wind, and stone. They are made of the element they represent, and so, with a brain made of fire they are not terribly smart. They do, however, have very warm hearts, which Garriss proves to Miss Morgan, to Blueberry Bates, and to all the school children who dare to believe in fairies and fairy magic. Garriss is totally contained by fire magic, and therefore doesn’t set the teacher’s desk on fire when he walks on it. In fact, the only way he can burn anything is through the cone of fire spell written on his hands. And even then, since he is not very bright (in a mental capacity), he has to be allowed to use it by his fairy friends, Silkie, the Storybook fairy, and Donner the Pixie.

This Paffooney is the first one I drew of any of the fairy characters in Miss Morgan’s story, but it is not the last. I intend to draw more of them in the coming days.

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January 5, 2015 · 11:31 pm

Nutsy Noodle is Playing with Dolls Again

Today, while buying food for the dog, I bought another toy. I was going through the bargain shelves at Wal-Mart where the toys that didn’t fully survive the Christmas rush were being sold off at bargain prices. Barbie dolls and girly stuff get opened and trashed far more often than action figures, so that’s exactly what I found. (Okay, not exactly… but it is girly stuff… and it’s enough Barbie-like that I can buy it for the Barbie shelf… unless I have to start calling myself a Brony… oh, shudder… not that!)

Confession time: It is Rainbow Dash, an Equestria Girl doll. (I know, I know… Mutant My Little Pony critters that have been somehow radioactively transformed into a junior-high-type girl-thing/mutant horror. Complete with radioactively enhanced cuteness genes.) And it was not mint in package (the sacred goal of collectors), it was trash that Wal-Mart sold to me instead of throwing her in the garbage. There was damage to the box as some goofy little girl (or even more worrisome, little boy) had tried to pull out pieces to steal. Unlike Pinkie Pie, though, Rainbow still had all her limbs and accessories. Here she is with a relatively unscathed back of the package.

The second picture is for dramatic lighting effects.

She also has all three attachable/detachable pony tails… but no actual way to attach them to her derriere like a proper pony.

I realize I haven’t yet solved for you the real mystery; “Why did Nutsy Noodle spend money on a garbage-pail, throwaway toy that his beloved daughter, the Princess, is now too old to play with and doesn’t even want?” Well, I collect dolls, you see, and a very valuable part of this purchase was the salvage that laymen (a term that here means “sane people” that don’t buy unwanted toys) don’t realize are valuable.

These little clear-plastic bands can be used in a multitude of ways when displaying the “action figure” in question. They hold plastic phasers in otherwise klunky doll hands. Accessories are held in place. My forty-year-old Captain Action Superman needs them to hold the split in his red, blue, and gold tights together, thus saving his privates (which here means exposed joints) from freezing off. To buy these things separately would cost more than Rainbow Dash cost to rescue from the trash. I salvaged ten of them from her package.

Besides. I had a strange urge to play with her.

No! No! No! It’s not what you are thinking. Besides, you can clearly see that her body is molded with built-in underwear! It’s just that, um, with dolls like this (even G.I. Joe’s when you’re talking twelve-inch), part of the fun is changing their wardrobe. I had to see if I was wrong about the clothing from Skipper and Stacie (Barbie’s Sisters) fitting. And they do.

Isn’t that precious? She flew over to sit on my hat. Of course, Stacie’s friend, Janet, didn’t think so. She is mad and threatens to beat the crap out of Rainbow if she doesn’t get her clothes back. No way will she ever trade for that horrible rainbow-stew-thing of a dress that RD came in. And besides, that dress is only two pieces, and easily copied in some color far less vomit-inducing. Of course, my sewing machine is still quite broken.

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