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October 25, 2008 Blog EntryJim Main just released the second issues of two of his titles published under the Main Enterprises banner. Dark Corridor, his weird fiction anthology, and the latest issue of his new mini comic series, Chase. Dark Corridor features stories by Michael Vance, Sam Gafford, and Mark Orr. Chase is written by Main himself and drawn by John Lambert.
Josh Blair announced the fifth issue of Candy or Medicine this week. Sporting a cover by Cayetano Valenzuela, Blair is also adding a little surprise courtesy of J&J. CorM #5 is $1 plus 50¢ postage. Order here.
When he's not contributing to Main Enterprises small press zines, Sam Gafford is working on his own new mini comic called Monster World. Formatted in classic 8-page, quarter-size pages Gafford has set an ambitious goal of publishing a new issue every week. Sample issues are $1 each, or $10 for a 12 issue subscription. (He's well on his way to #10, already.) Send your dough to Sam at 624 Metacom Ave., #103, Warren, RI 02885. October 18, 2008 Blog EntryCustom Badges for Poopsheet
Crime Fiction in a Flash String #8 LCL #10 If They Did It
Midnight Fiction.com is Two Pages: from 80 to 140+ Part of the fun of working on a website like this, is all of the great people you meet, either in person or through the internets. Many thanks to all the folks who helped make the site better and helped get the word out about it:
For interviews: For the special feature on Suzy: For extra encouragement: Extra special thanks to my friend Bob Vojtko, gag cartoonist, mini comiker, and all around great guy for all your extra support and encouragement throughout the year. And most important of all, thanks to you, the regular readers of the comix, reviews, and ramblings that go on here every week. Thanks for your continuing support! October 11, 2008 Blog EntryWords and Pictures
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El Vocho Turns 24 Mini-Comic Monday Next week marks the second anniversary of MF.com. Be here next Saturday for our annual review! Thanks for items and links to: October 4, 2008 Blog EntryWriting Jam 1) Each student writes a prompt at the top of a blank sheet of paper. 2) Pass each sheet to the right. The second person adds to the piece, playing off the first entry. When the second writer finishes adding their entry they fold the paper over so that only the second entry is visible. Then they pass it to the right, to the third person. 3) The process continues until the page is full. Each subsequent writer only sees the prior entry as their guide. It's a lot of fun to see where the writing goes and how many times it changes direction. Each person can take one of the pages and write a story from the entries connecting them all. Below is an example. The original entries are highlighted in bold type. The title was the original prompt. I did change the order of a few of the entries, but other than that, they're exactly as written. The Moon's Watery Face It started with a simple night out. Just an excuse to see Gabi again, really. She was the hottest little songbird ever cut from the first round of eliminations on American Idol and she lived in the same apartment building as me, Ted Osmanowski. We met at the Chop Sushi House at 6:00 pm sharp. She was half an hour late as expected. She wore a low-cut white blouse, bubblegum lipstick, and pair of too-tight True Religion jeans. She had the words "high-maintainence" written across her forehead like a beacon calling out my name. But I held my ground, resisting her charms. Three months of hard-won experience working as a mailroom clerk at the Compcast Corporation had taught me well: Do not wake misfortune while she peacefully sleeps. We had a nice dinner of Moo Shoo Ham Hocks and General Tso's chicken fried steak. Afterward a sumo waitress dumped a handful of fortune cookies into the middle of our table. As I reached for a cookie, I looked at the sumo and made the international "check please" pantomime in the air. It was the perfect fortune, tucked inside the pinched, sweet cookie that ended the meal. It read, "He who seeks first, finds himself last." Little did I realize how pathetic, that simple phrase would turn out to be. When the waitress returned she delivered the bill concealed in a padded folder designed to impress the clientele. Inside, the single word "Paid" was stamped across the face of our guest check in red block letters. "Compliments of the Poodle," she said as she turned, fully extending her arm, and pointing directly at the dog-faced figure sitting alone on the floor in the corner near the kitchen. As if on cue, he sat up on his hind legs and approached us. He stopped directly behind Gabi's chair and gently lowered a huge paw onto her right shoulder. We'd both heard of the Poodle. Heck, everybody had heard of the Poodle. He played a high profile game of poker and although the winners were few, those that won, all went to heaven. "Judging from your keen interest in fortunes, I assume you are a gambler, no?" he growled at a pitch barely inside our audible spectrum. What happened next is still a bit of a fog. Apparently we accepted the Poodle's invitation to play cards back at his place. That must've been a sight. A bunch of hound dogs playing poker. Somebody should paint a picture of that one. Anyway, I think they hopped us up on a bottle of cheap Absinthe, stole our identities, and dumped us someplace in the middle of nowhere. Thankfully, Gabi had the foresight to write down a clue at some point during our ordeal. She took the scrap of paper out of her pocket. "Our sustenance cheapened, my suspicions were confirmed," she read. As the truth slowly sank in, I asked, "We had been cheated?" "Plainly, blatantly cheated." Gabi replied. It was a hard cold walk through the Nevada desert on a December night, with no money in our pockets and too much booze on our breath. When would we ever learn not to play poker with that Poodle and his friends? A difficult decision to make. After all, we so enjoyed poker, especially with the Poodle. But we should know better. Maybe we should quit. A full dog-year later, I still blame myself. My identity and Gabi are long gone. I'm trying to scrape out a new life, in a new town. But I don't know if I'm going to make it. My new name is Moon, and my face is watery. |
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