Tails of Terror

Charlie and Dreamer, 7 year-old brothers, fall into slumber and in their nocturnal mind ramblings remember when they co-starred in one of their past 9 lives with Peter Lorre and Vincent Price in Tales of Terror (1962)

Favorite Movie Quotes: Targets

"... You oughtta do my movie. You don't play some phoney Victorian heavy, you play a human being and you could play the Hell out of it. If I were your age I'd play it myself. I'm going to offer it to Vincent Price."

Morty Comix # 2503

 

Morty Comix # 2503 is a little guy, a microcomic. It was drawn on the birthday of our 13th president, Millard Fillmore, born Jan. 7, 1800. I tucked it into a loose bit of rubber moulding along the floor in a corner of the Post Office in McCleary, Washington. 

There are no less than five Morty Comix in secret places in the McCleary Post Office as of tonight when I checked my PO Box. A couple of them have been there since Spring.

Although there are parts of the world out there where I still see Morty Comix remaining where I deposited the art months ago, this place has the highest concentration of the little devils. So interesting how many public places have anonymous pockets where no one ever looks.

I used to just post them on the bulletin board there, but then I became aware someone was systematically taking my stuff down, ripping it up, and throwing it in the trash. It's the ripping it up part that intrigues me. Sometimes I think McCleary would've made a great locale for a Roger Corman-Vincent Price film. We have no shortage of weird people. Fortunately, I can prove I am not one of them.

When I was 9 years old our farm house outside of McCleary burned. It didn't burn completely, it was just gutted to an uninhabitable degree. So we lived in a mobile home for 8 glorious years. When I was in college I came back to the farm one summer, in 1975, and took down the burned house to salvage and sell the old growth lumber that built the dwelling in order to earn more $$ for school. I recall finding a dead mouse in a bottle and writing my college mate Lynda Barry about it. The rodent could see freedom but could not attain it. Something like that.

Anyway, in between the 1st and 2nd floors, where the pipes for the gas lights originally ran, I found this wood planer lying on its side. Someone had built over this thing. The blade is still sharp. I have this tool to this day. The last time it was used Woodrow Wilson was still President, I am guessing.

So, maybe someday someone will find a Morty Comix in the same way. A little time capsule art bomb. My challenge will be to find more difficult hiding places in 2013 and to make the distribution method more unusual.

Fifteen Heart Attacks, page 1

Fifteen Heart Attacks was a story I began, I'm guessing, in 2009 or 2010. But life caught up to me and the project died. But I can present this unfinished piece in stages. Maximum Traffic got in on the act later. You'll see.

Morty the Dog's declaration on the splash page is a direct quote from the amazing Vincent Price in his very best movie, Theatre of Blood. Supposedly I actually uttered these lines when I came out of surgery while under the influence of pain killers on April Fool's Day, 1995.

One time in the late 1970s/early 1980s I woke up after a wild party and found myself behind a couch in the morning. That fond memory inspired this page.

The Movie That Made Vincent Price a Horror Star

Here we see Vincent Price at the door of a structure built entirely of the Washington Administrative Code, known by the acronym WAC in Washington State circles of government.

And it was here Price made his breakthrough film in 1953, The House of WACs.