I didn’t do it yesterday because I guess everyone was at a lake or something, but yesterday was the ten year anniversary of the release of my first full-length comic, Tales from the Bully Pulpit.
Prior to this, I had done short stories and backups online and running in Robert Kirkman and Cory Walker’s Invincible, but this 64-page one-shot from Image Comics was my first full-length thing.
Here is the premise: Teddy Roosevelt steals a time machine with which he meets up with the ghost of Thomas Edison and the two of them travel to the distant future of 2008, where they battle Hitler on Mars. It’s a low-concept, character-driven piece about the human condition.
Some notes on credits:
- The art is by Graeme MacDonald, a cool dude who has been working in animation basically since this came out
- The colors are by Ron Riley, whose other credits include Tech Jacket and the recent Krampus! series from Image. I think I owe him money
- The cover, despite being uncredited inside because I’m an idiot, is by Tony Moore. Sorry, Tony. Also: even though it’s been done a thousand times since, I am pretty sure Tony’s work on this cover is the first time the trompe-l’oeil-faux-distressed cover effect was done.
- The lettering is credited to a “Chad Manion.” This is not a real person. The lettering is by Robert Kirkman, who used a pseudonym so that his contribution to the book would not overshadow the rest of the creative team.
The book has been out of print for years, but the good news is, you can have it on your phone, tablet, or computing device thanks to Comixology!
So: check it out if you haven’t. Maybe I can see about posting other Bully Pulpit-related material this week to celebrate the big 1-0.
It’s one small step from there to the Missouri Compromise.
Henry Clay didn’t like mushrooms either.
There is no compromise that is not at least tinged with, if not redolent with, moral repugnance for one or both sides.
Think Arizona is a shitty place? Make it worse by voting for Doug Ducey.
(His ice cream was shitty too.)
I should stop putting myself out where I’m not appreciated.
(Who am I kidding? I have no idea how to put these pieces together to make a coherent and funny joke.)
"Wow. TMI. Your buddy sure likes to open up when he’s drinking."
"Yeah. He’s like Superman."
"Give him a bottle and he heads straight to Candor."
Ayn Rand’s been on my mind lately. Galt’s Gulch, Chile (hurrhurrhurr) and the more-than-rare spotting of a “Where is John Galt?” bumper sticker in this fair desert land mean I’ve not had more than a couple of days without some reminder of that hack and her warmed-over Nietzsche.
But here, a couple of quick points:
- Written in the middle of the century of the automobile, her “masterpiece” is all about train technology. She’s the original (the only time one can say that about her hackneyed writing) steampunk. So far behind the science and technology curve, she thought great innovations were coming from an industry that had seen its heyday almost a century prior. And ‘Rearden Metal’…oy. Look…there are innovations to be made in metallurgy, but even in the ’50s, SF writers were building their spaceships with “plasteel”; SF writers being aware that material scientists were going to make their bones in future in organics, not metals.
- A great libertarian treatise. With trains at its center. Trains. Those things that are only possible when the government takes private land. Eminent Domain being super-high on libertarians’ list of good things in this world.
- At least Nietzsche could write. He’d have been an excellent screenwriter, not a failure.