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“Scheme, Scheme, Plot, Plot/I’m Comin’ For That Number One Spot…”

Ever since WORLD OF HURT claimed the title of “The Internet’s #1 Blaxploitation Webcomic!,” cats have been comin’ out the woodwork to steal back the spot. 

Last week I warned you about Maurice Fontenot running Ghost Pimp over on the Act-I-Vate stroll. (WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CLICKING LINKS?)  Now this dude John Aston is also rising up out of South Carolina with an homage to the Pam Grier oevre called Rachel Rage.  The site’s been active since last year, so it has a pretty deep archive.  (SO HELP ME, IF YOU CLICK THAT LINK…).  I’ve had discussions with both these guys, and we’ve decided to handle this like gentlemen…for now.  However, if any one of y’all even consider going to those sites, leaving comments, or THINK about going here or here (DON’T ! I AIN’T PLAYIN’!) to buy their merchandise, this could explode into some vile gangsta shit, real quick!

- JEP





History of the “WORLD” : Part I

I’m a real process junkie.  I love to see how artists work and will take any chance I can get to peer up under the hood to see how different artists get their creative engines to run.  So I thought I’d do an occasional post to share some my own process with you.  This one is a little more on the writer side than the pencil artist side, which is ironic, since I actually prefer the latter.

When I first started working on WORLD OF HURT, its original working title was “My Hands Are My Weapons.”   Actually, the ONLY thing I had was the title, I just had to find a story to go with it. 

I played with a few ideas before something started to coalesce around the basic Blaxploitation concept.   My initial idea for a strip in that vein could be summed up with the elevator pitch, “John Shaft and Bandit from Smokey And The Bandit, driving around and kicking ass.”  The basic outline of the character “Pastor” and his buddy “McCroy” emerged from that brainstorm.  Strangely enough, I couldn’t come up with any decent plots to work around that concept.  Fortunately, in a bit of serendipity, the Muse of Face-Kicking and Vehicular Carnage visited a couple of other guys at the same time, and they actually knew how to listen to her (Come to think of it, she may live at Chris’ house).  I worked with them for a while, and believe me, they’ll do a much better job with it than I ever could.  Also, I didn’t necessarily want to use the “Black Guy and White Guy Buddy Team” Paradigm.  At the time, Image Comics was publishing ‘76, a miniseries set in 1976 (natch) that featured two separate, unrelated stories, “Jackie Karma” and “Cool.”  Both stories featured a BGAWGBT, so that made it an easier choice to leave McCroy by the side of the road. 

My Hands Are My Weapons went through a few more permutations before I settled on what I thought would work: a pastiche of Blaxploitation and kung fu movies.  As the title implies, Pastor was going to be a master street fighter, well versed in the down-and-dirty and more esoteric forms of martial arts, so he would never use a gun.  Then, I ran into a few problems:

1)  I wanted to keep the strip more realistic than fantasy-oriented, so I didn’t want to strain the audiences’ suspension of disbelief by having Pastor beat impossible odds with kung fu alone.  This realization sunk in while I was watching Three The Hard Way, a later entry into the Blaxploitation genre, featuring Fred Williamson, Jim Brown and Jim Kelly.  Each actor is given a solo action set piece, which are all well done, but when the three tough guys get together at the end to storm the enemy compound, Kelly looks a little silly sneaking around dispatching his gun-wielding opponents with throwing stars and spinning back kicks while Williamson and Brown are hosing everyone down with automatic weapons fire.  At one point, an exasperated Brown pretty much thrusts a gun into Kelly’s hands and tells him to stop being so stupid.  I’m not saying Pastor always comes strapped.  Most of the time he still won’t use a gun.  Which leads me to my second problem.

2)  Once I settled on the idea of Pastor collecting favors as payment, he evolved into a strategic thinker, not just a fighter.  Of course Pastor knows how to handle himself in a scrap, but he tries to stay a step ahead of everyone, friends and enemies alike.  If that’s the case, are his hands really his primary weapon?

3)  Although I know, understand, and have a great affection for Blaxploitation movies, I only had a passing knowledge of kung fu flicks.  The kung fu fanbase can be as rabid as any subset of genre fans, so I didn’t want to fake it, for fear of RZA riding down with Method Man and the ghost of Ol’ Dirty Bastard to empty 36 Chambers into my skull.

My problem was that I thought I had a pretty nifty title and I was determined to shoehorn in a story to fit it.  Here’s a tip to all you creative types out there – Don’t do that.  It only creates massive headaches.

By the way, if you know anyone looking to buy the domain name myhandsaremyweapons.com, drop me a line.  I know someone who can give you a good deal on it.

- JEP




Jeremy

My friend, Jeremy Mullins, died on Saturday.  He was hiking in New York with his girlfriend, when he slipped off the path and fell 50 feet to his death.

This is the third one of these memoriams I’ve done in as many weeks, but this is the first time I’ve actually known the person I was memorializing.

Jeremy and I were both in the Sequential Art graduate program at the Savannah College of Art and Design (SCAD) at the same time.  For a while, we were even roommates.  Among other common interests and experiences, we shared a mutual love for the Perez/Wolfman-era New Teen Titans and an unforgettable trip to Mardi Gras.  Jeremy Mullins had a big personality.  He knew how to have a good time, he had a raucous, raunchy sense of humor, and by his own admission, he could be an asshole at times.   However, he was an important figure in bringing my girlfriend and myself together, and I am thankful to him for his part in that.

In recent years, Jeremy and I had grown apart, as people are prone to do as time,  circumstances, and distance intervene, but through friends and via the occasional, incidental meeting, I managed to keep abreast of his activities.   Jeremy eventually became a professor at SCAD in Savannah, Georgia, where he taught Webcomics.  He was bringing Sequential Art to the generation that would carry it forward, in its new form, into the future.  By all accounts, he was having the time of his life doing so.  Too bad it was cut short.  He was thirty-two years old.

- JEP

06/15/09 – Update on the accident from The Daily Freeman.




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