tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75174879355841182352024-02-19T04:50:21.489-08:00And Then I Wrote...Stuff written, published and unpublished, by Paul KupperbergPaul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.comBlogger252125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-19981156467278561172012-05-23T11:04:00.001-07:002012-05-23T11:04:13.537-07:00It's Gone Live! It's Gone Live!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After several years here on Blogspot, I'm moving to a new website...the easy to remember:<br />
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Click the link above and check it out, 'cause I can promise you this much: It'll be the same old stuff but at a <i><b>different</b></i> location!<br />Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-755001656303541422012-04-04T14:37:00.000-07:002012-04-04T14:37:56.763-07:00Eisner Awards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26ox5oUqbzWyvk1NJvL28nrjME2BhLXhfsocGDpn2yI3wh9QE2pok2zQ9l8nmzuiPttmo-CIwLi5rYaf1NdoFcS7uWMbAvstNx5qhkTI1bb0L0pmCX7G65GTx6vwWfJdOER5QqolVe29L/s1600/eisner-awards1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg26ox5oUqbzWyvk1NJvL28nrjME2BhLXhfsocGDpn2yI3wh9QE2pok2zQ9l8nmzuiPttmo-CIwLi5rYaf1NdoFcS7uWMbAvstNx5qhkTI1bb0L0pmCX7G65GTx6vwWfJdOER5QqolVe29L/s1600/eisner-awards1.jpg" /></a></div><br />
The nominees were announced today for the <a href="http://www.comic-con.org/cci/cci_pr12_eisners_nominees.php">2011 Eisner Awards</a>, and <b><i>Life With Archie</i></b> has landed one in the Best Publication for Young Adults (Ages 12-17) category!<br />
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Congratulations to Fernando Ruiz, Pat & Tim Kennedy, Norm Breyfogle and all the rest of the talented men and women who get this comic out every month. And thanks to publisher Jonathan Goldwater and editor Victor Gorelick for giving me the opportunity to do what I do on the title, and, of course, to Michael Uslan, who got the whole "Married Life" ball rolling!Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-72647949549149917302012-03-28T14:46:00.000-07:002012-03-28T14:46:21.250-07:00On The Move!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtdzlEvsU77L9VR5nH5XSYEdBsbJ9z8rJq47lM_eBKYBFDkhyhfhakL7lqcFUaI4mtaaqUhel1UtaV1zayhVolFQQbQTtRlM51v2flCBBx_w26E0HUXDGS0HCTKU4VjPLyvmz2ZB-3C1g/s1600/moving20men.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="223" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBtdzlEvsU77L9VR5nH5XSYEdBsbJ9z8rJq47lM_eBKYBFDkhyhfhakL7lqcFUaI4mtaaqUhel1UtaV1zayhVolFQQbQTtRlM51v2flCBBx_w26E0HUXDGS0HCTKU4VjPLyvmz2ZB-3C1g/s400/moving20men.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
A new location for <b style="color: blue;">And Then I Wrote...</b> is currently under construction!<br />
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Watch this space for our address--coming soon!!Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-13614728995034024382012-03-18T17:25:00.000-07:002012-03-18T17:25:02.409-07:00Charlton Spotlight on Dick Giordano and George WildmanThe seventh issue of <i><b><a href="http://www.charltonspotlight.net/">Charlton Spotlight</a></b></i> magazine is out, containing, among other things, an interview with one-time Charlton Comics editor and Popeye artist George Wildman, as well as remembrances of another one-time Charlton Comics editor and artist, the late, great Dick Giordano. I contributed a short piece on Mr. G, who had been both my boss and a friend, as does Ron Frantz.<br />
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Not only is the second <i><b>Life With Archie: The Married Life</b></i> graphic novel (collecting issues #7-12 of <i><b>Life With Archie</b></i> magazine) out this week, but the monthly <i><b>Life With Archie</b></i> magazine keeps making news...and just a bit of controversy!<br />
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And, last but not least, news broke this week of an upcoming story line, focusing on <a href="http://www.comicsalliance.com/2012/03/06/archie-cheryl-blossom-breast-cancer/">Cheryl Blossom</a> and her battle with breast cancer.<br />
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I've said it before and it's still true: I'm having the best time of my comics writing career on <i><b>Life With Archie</b></i>. Not only do I get to tell real stories about real people, but I've also being given the opportunity to put a spotlight on issues that don't normally get much attention in the four-color funny book fantasy world. As much as some accuse us of sensationalism, my top priority is to tell a good story and, a million moms--who number far less than that, alliteration aside--here or there who make claims to the contrary, that's just what we're doing.Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-34799844787883900132012-01-08T07:43:00.000-08:002012-01-08T07:43:05.658-08:00Get 'em on eBay!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Having uncovered several long boxes full of duplicate copies of the many hundreds of comic book stories I've written over the years, I've decided to start putting some of these books up on eBay, under my seller name, <span style="color: blue;">KAYEELL</span>.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;">LIFE WITH ARCHIE #16</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">“Archie Marries Veronica” - Kevin returns from battle a war hero and the whole gang have assembled to watch him tie the knot! However it's not wedded bliss for all in attendance as the sting of separation from Veronica continues to pain Archie. Working class couple Reggie and Betty field an offer to star in a reality program showcasing their entrepreneurial nature while Dilton hatches a scheme with Mr. Lodge!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeT5hwAlSbBRtMDXlpV7hqUX9fEtnnoA0pELc1boPoJMXPDXbQ07Gulfn2MU_Jn4yeFCmZy8Wmypg7mgQ6Oc3suaakueviBp9eQT439rW5AlFpvupAjB2xw0xSLrWeReia3osYhUbKkViA/s1600/lwa16_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeT5hwAlSbBRtMDXlpV7hqUX9fEtnnoA0pELc1boPoJMXPDXbQ07Gulfn2MU_Jn4yeFCmZy8Wmypg7mgQ6Oc3suaakueviBp9eQT439rW5AlFpvupAjB2xw0xSLrWeReia3osYhUbKkViA/s400/lwa16_1.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"> “Archie Marries Betty” - Kevin's wedding is upon us and you're on the guest list! But how exactly did Kevin meet his significant other? Discover how right in these pages... Meanwhile Archie juggles teaching responsibilities with his marriage to Betty. Don't miss out on the wedding event of the year that everyone's talking about!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Script: Paul Kupperberg</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Art: Fernando Ruiz, Pat Kennedy, Tim Kennedy, Al Milgrom, Bob Smith</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cover by Norm Breyfogle</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shipping Date: 12/21/11</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">On Sale at Comic Specialty Shops: 1/4/11</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">On Sale on Newsstands: 1/10/12</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">64-page, full color comic</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;">$3.99 US.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>The Same Old Story<a class="bookTitle" href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/60477"></a></b><i><span class="subnote"></span></i><br />
The pulps were dead. Comic books were dying. Now the writing business has turned deadly! When two men working for the same comic book company die under mysterious circumstances only two days apart, writer Max Wiser, son of a NYPD homicide cop, can’t help trying to find the story behind the story...and falling for the beautiful blonde with connections to both victims! </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>In My Shorts: Hitler's Bellhop and Other Stories<a class="bookTitle" href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/33475"></a></b><span class="subnote"></span><br />
Six short stories by the author of Two Tales of Atlantis, including a savage look at the dark side of creativity (“Food for the Beast”) and the comedy screenplay that Jerry Lewis never wrote but might have (“Hitler’s Bellhop”), with stops along the way to fight vampire squirrels, live the life of a superhero, visit a graveyard, and bow before the zombie king. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/KupperbergBooks"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLBvwRrAajaFeX7-xXXNAvzq6FTsQs49JWfiWGmiPOvAwcLpDxLQzOvewm0sPrxTKWc84LgiktprtoHEe5P70ZWyIfRObXzzS2UtaoFHLTbQJn62l1-Bq3P_u-dlMilk98uVHvvz1rTFT/s320/TwoTalesFINAL.jpg" width="201" /></a></div><br />
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Two stories by the writer/creator of DC Comics’ Arion, Lord of Atlantis. In “Walk Upon the Waters,” the sorcerer Thalis sails hostile seas in the last battle for Atlantis. In “Passed Lives,” an aging peasant awakens in the middle of her life to realize she is Thalis’ reincarnated lover and leaves her family to go war to find him...and learn which of her two hearts she will follow. </div>Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-26804663379571181402011-11-27T12:56:00.000-08:002011-11-27T12:56:09.333-08:00Me and Sergio Down By The Schoolyard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmE79ZG-q5HasZ_yU4k1C4hvxi6-bMRVxNvOHRUPKZWa8y6nyThN0o9i3ijEM9ncJHVk3dz0f6QP5SSSj-XyuZStUoP-veEsPd181IIYd5qnJXxfPspRdVdF-aZzIuE2Zr5nwWp-hggF7W/s1600/bart_simpson_64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmE79ZG-q5HasZ_yU4k1C4hvxi6-bMRVxNvOHRUPKZWa8y6nyThN0o9i3ijEM9ncJHVk3dz0f6QP5SSSj-XyuZStUoP-veEsPd181IIYd5qnJXxfPspRdVdF-aZzIuE2Zr5nwWp-hggF7W/s320/bart_simpson_64.jpg" width="208" /></a></div>Of Springdale Elementary School, that is!<br />
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My story "Model Citizen Simpson" (with art by James Lloyd and Dan Davis) shares the pages of Bongo Comics' <b style="color: blue;"><i>Simpsons Comics Presents Bart Simpson</i> #64</b> (now on sale!) with my friend, the legendary Sergio Aragones' tale, "An Easy Assignment," as well as Peter Kuper's "Viva La Bart!"<br />
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Even if you could care less about me, how can you pass up a comic book featuring both Sergio and Peter, two MAD Magazine mainstays? And, while I'm at it, I recommend another Bongo title: <i><b><span style="color: blue;">Sergio Aragones Funnies</span></b></i>, a monthly mag of mayhem and mirth, all by Sergio hisself.Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-48077979403403357242011-11-26T09:51:00.000-08:002011-11-26T09:51:06.108-08:0099¢Everybody else is having a holiday sale, so why shouldn't I? I've lowered the price of my novel, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0053ZH4KG"><i><b style="color: blue;">The Same Old Story</b></i></a> on Amazon.com for the Kindle to <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">99¢</span></span>. I hope you'll take advantage of my holiday-induced genorosity.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0053ZH4KG"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApjQsQ-Jlqohi-R5x16-pHJr_Zr9ODwmy8m5juyfkYhuv0IQNrJiuNIJ6c6dClb5GAj7mxSQ5y2pIRhI9Jm-PjbDbzN32MeL3Op4-QibMfxIZnQ5KAsFBd7OsVvPA09tNA06Hnk-y6YVw/s320/SOScoverFINAL.jpg" width="199" /></a></div>It's 1951 and the comic book industry is undergoing a recession that's sent half the writers and artists in New York to the streets scrambling for the work that remains. Among that number is writer Max Wiser, former pulp scribe and son of a legendary N.Y.P.D. homicide cop, on whose life Wiser based his bestselling pulp stories. When the industry's top writer dies in an accidental drunken tumble from a subway train that proves to have been murder, Max is plunged into a world of lies and conspiracy...discovering that there is often a fine line between real life and the pulp fiction around which he has built his life. Especially after the beautiful blonde mistress of the murdered man works her way into his life...and as the death toll mounts, Max Wiser learns that even in the cliche-ridden world of comics and the pulps, there's really no such thing as The Same Old Story...Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-9498885655403930962011-11-25T12:50:00.000-08:002011-11-30T04:52:01.038-08:00It's an ABSOLUTELY MAD, Mad, Mad, Mad World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFOoPk2-1_6A_KGlW2IIi7_lh_b2XPtDK6e2gnT5gSizmaThF_5bU6uJP2LEY_YMZJnu1sweHu2b7EgmfMVpLvwp5a_s_yeGp66J4xRBgWu0ia0M_f9sqvfm-sKUWLp8-QN4yP6vRG3M7/s1600/51bVoGh3t8L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFOoPk2-1_6A_KGlW2IIi7_lh_b2XPtDK6e2gnT5gSizmaThF_5bU6uJP2LEY_YMZJnu1sweHu2b7EgmfMVpLvwp5a_s_yeGp66J4xRBgWu0ia0M_f9sqvfm-sKUWLp8-QN4yP6vRG3M7/s320/51bVoGh3t8L.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>A retailer friend tells me he's found a stash of the out-of-print <a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=300627278000"><span style="color: red;">ABSOLUTE MAD: 53 YEARS OF MAD MAGAZINE ON DVD-ROM</span></a>, which includes every issue of the magazine from 1952-2006, over 600 issues, on a single disk. As I was DC Comics' in-house editorial liaison with the publisher of the disk I can vouch for its coolness (like, it allow you to actually fold-in Al Jaffee's Fold-Ins!), and while supplies last, as they say, you can get a brand-new, in-the-box copy for $39.99, plus shipping.<br />
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It's Black Friday...buy a beloved MAD one the perfect Holiday Gift, right here on <a href="http://www.ebay.com/itm/300630069711?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649">eBay</a>!<br />
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You can tell them I sent you but nobody really cares.Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-82417692107947565162011-11-16T08:26:00.000-08:002011-11-16T08:27:32.222-08:00The New York Times Thinks Everything's Archie!According to <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/11/25/books/graphic-novels-worthy-of-being-gifts.html?_r=1">The New York Times' Book Section</a>, the <b style="color: red;"><i>Archie: The Married Life</i></b> graphic novel is a <i style="color: red;">"Graphic Novel Worthy of Being A Gift."</i> The article, "A Superhero For Your Stocking" by George Gene Gustines was published today and it reads something like this:<br />
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"Something exciting is happening in Riverdale, the longtime home of Archie Andrews. In <i><b style="font-weight: normal;">THE MARRIED LIFE</b></i> (Archie Comics, $19.99), written by Michael Uslan and Paul Kupperberg and illustrated by Norm Breyfogle, Archie has futures: one with Betty as his wife, the other with Veronica. It’s not all malt shops and sock hops: the gang must deal with a lousy economy, Veronica’s meddling father (in both plotlines) and the nagging thought that their best days may have been in high school."<br />
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We are in fine company with books like <b><i style="font-weight: normal;">LIFE WITH MR. DANGEROUS</i>,</b> by Paul Hornschemeier, <i><b style="font-weight: normal;">THE WALKING DEAD</b></i>, by Robert Kirkman, <i><b style="font-weight: normal;">GREEN RIVER KILLER: A TRUE DETECTIVE STORY</b></i> by Jeff Jensen and Jonathan Case, <i><b style="font-weight: normal;">MARVEL FIRSTS: THE 1960S</b></i>, by Stan Lee, Jack Kirby et al, and others.<br />
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Stick that in your stocking and stuff it!Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-61684058361938553982011-11-13T19:04:00.000-08:002011-11-13T19:27:17.762-08:00Images from a New Jersey Comicon (NJ Comic Expo, Teaneck NJ)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Some days you can't get rid of a bomb!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With artist and DC VP/Art Director, Mark Chiarello</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mark Chiarello, Captain Action Enterprises' Ed Catto, and cartoonist/letterer Rick Parker</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And speaking of Captain Action</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Writer and one-time DC Comics' production manager, Bob Rozakis</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lee Meriwether, Catwoman in the 1966 BATMAN movie, autographs the Batcopter from the same film</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My pal (and collaborator) Jim Beard, editor of Sequential Arts' GOTHAM CITY 14 MILES, to which I contributed an essay</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Golden Age great and DONDI creator, the inimitable Irwin Hasen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Artist and one-time DC production artist, Steve Manion, with Papercutz editor/publisher Jim Salicrup, and Una McGurk</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Rest easy, citizens!"</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-69935647859678078352011-11-07T06:16:00.000-08:002011-11-07T06:20:14.492-08:00NJ Comic Expo (November 12-13)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFWic79Y1TFKDEOf3FEbAK_xUepyziEJ5Rb-gTor7fY-lIoA7PC3L97urHJSacD2XY8oGBMJTjd6B2q_-YyDDTceMfSqwS3X17VWivw_RjDz54kiMjIJDjyoK2BeZ-AV8QFteyO_j4Kbjm/s1600/276783_288139121209168_1900738971_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFWic79Y1TFKDEOf3FEbAK_xUepyziEJ5Rb-gTor7fY-lIoA7PC3L97urHJSacD2XY8oGBMJTjd6B2q_-YyDDTceMfSqwS3X17VWivw_RjDz54kiMjIJDjyoK2BeZ-AV8QFteyO_j4Kbjm/s1600/276783_288139121209168_1900738971_n.jpg" /></a></div>I'll be a guest at this weekend's upcoming <b><a href="http://www.njcomicexpo.com/comicsGuest.php">NJ Comic Expo and Batvention</a></b>, celebrating the 45th anniversary of the Batman TV show at the Teaneck Armory, Teaneck NJ, November 12 - 13.<br />
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Also appearing are a beevy of fabulous femmes from the <i>Batman</i> TV show, including Catwoman <b>Lee Meriwether</b>, <b>Terry Moore</b>, <b>Sherry Jackson</b>, <b>Donna Loren</b>, and others. And if that weren't cool enough, the Batmobile and Batcopter will be on display, and Saturday night the convention hosts a <a href="http://www.njcomicexpo.com/movie.php">screening of the 1966 <i>Batman</i> movie,</a> with Ms. Meriwether appearing to share her memories of working on that film.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeFkLX7tY7PxdJHbPw2TJ7mKOVUMJNcfbck0WDLq6FW83VRakI5WN-XjSKezbfCFIEXA8VHUjsn0BHtBAnfL3koYJi5qvQcnTMMSbkfVD2rhiK-a3hwVK5K-k6YZbm32_u5-lfV1GpIZy/s1600/Gotham+14Miles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeFkLX7tY7PxdJHbPw2TJ7mKOVUMJNcfbck0WDLq6FW83VRakI5WN-XjSKezbfCFIEXA8VHUjsn0BHtBAnfL3koYJi5qvQcnTMMSbkfVD2rhiK-a3hwVK5K-k6YZbm32_u5-lfV1GpIZy/s1600/Gotham+14Miles.jpg" /></a></div>On the comics side, guests include legendary Golden Age and <i>Dondi</i> artist, the delightful <b>Irwin Hasen</b>, DC VP and art director, the equally fabulous and delightful <b>Mark Chiarello</b>, writer Danny Fingeroth (not so fabulous, but delightful nonetheless), artists <b>Mark McKenna</b> and <b>Bob Wiacek</b>, former DC writer and production manager, the legendarily fabulous <b>Bob Rozakis</b>, <b>Joel Eisner</b> (author of <i>The Official Batman Batbook), </i>and my pal <b>Jim Beard</b>, with whom I'll be appearing on a panel discussing <a href="http://www.sequart.org/books/7/gotham-city-14-miles-14-essays-on-why-the-1960s-batman-tv-series-matters/"><i>Gotham City 14 Miles</i></a>, the Sequential Arts book about the <i>Batman</i> TV show to which I contributed an essay.<br />
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I'll have a table so I'll be on hand both days to say hi, talk, sign, whatever. Hope to see you there!Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-15448344981275554592011-11-06T04:54:00.000-08:002011-11-06T04:54:15.423-08:00Scooby D'OH!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4MjsCC379FdetkEitbuyPn_f-gCe0qt94T4rkVFk-58W72V_r7BRBA7atoe8uMhw4cLYdRCt9T-5aXuBO5qHSg06djumoKJJLK-SZXtswPcUBGJ4HTMl7ZuhqgWUPPGw_Da-Ap3BLIoE/s1600/9257132-scooby-doo-where-are-you-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4MjsCC379FdetkEitbuyPn_f-gCe0qt94T4rkVFk-58W72V_r7BRBA7atoe8uMhw4cLYdRCt9T-5aXuBO5qHSg06djumoKJJLK-SZXtswPcUBGJ4HTMl7ZuhqgWUPPGw_Da-Ap3BLIoE/s320/9257132-scooby-doo-where-are-you-15.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
Despite the cover story "The Strange Case of Dorian Wormwood" being credited to writer <b>Robert</b> Kupperberg, the lead story in <i><b>Scooby Doo, Where Are You? #15</b></i> was written by me, Robert's evil twin.<br />
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Look, I've only been writing for DC since 1975 and working on Scooby Doo since 2008 or so. It's going to take them a while to learn my name, I suppose...Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-73899491166779579252011-10-18T05:59:00.000-07:002011-10-18T06:05:48.719-07:00NY Comicon 2011A fine time was had by all! Met friends old and new, talked some business, took some pictures:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and the cover to the first LIFE WITH ARCHIE collection at the Archie Comics Booth</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From left to right: letterer extraordinaire John Workman, DC writer/production whiz Bob Rozakis, me (kneeling), DC writer/editor Jack C. Harris, writer/producer Michal Uslan, and DC Comics librarian Allan Asherman</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Above was one of the best moments of the show for me (photo courtesy of Jack Harris). While I wasn't a member of the early-1970s group of young talent hired by DC Comics that became known as the DC Woodchucks, I was a fan on the fringe and friends with lots of these guys, and best pals with another Woodchuck, Paul Levitz. What's a Woodchuck? An explanation, courtesy of Bob Rozakis' blog, <a href="http://bobrozakis.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-at-new-york-comic-con.html">Anything Goes</a>:<br />
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<i>Back in the very early days of our careers at DC Comics, then VP/Production Manager Sol Harrison decided that we "kids" should put together a company-backed fanzine called </i>Amazing World of DC Comics<i>. He came to my desk and said, "Go get the rest of your pals and bring them to my office." So I went to my compatriots and said, "Sol wants to have a Junior Woodchucks meeting." I was making a joke, using the name of the faux-Boy Scouts that Huey, Dewey and Louie of Donald Duck fame belonged to. But the name stuck...and we became DC's Junior Woodchucks.</i><br />
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</style> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEAy3umll_wrmMYyYP6xGTpx5afV8dGHWud4ODyhZi16DRLmMpE_2BX8GyvndWYQosPwHn5GOwzddrN5wxGK7YzhzamfoAwp0T3Mk7VqsdosQU03BQ02UD-z5KEdgf1sW2mxNnVDdtw1Z/s1600/Vampires.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEAy3umll_wrmMYyYP6xGTpx5afV8dGHWud4ODyhZi16DRLmMpE_2BX8GyvndWYQosPwHn5GOwzddrN5wxGK7YzhzamfoAwp0T3Mk7VqsdosQU03BQ02UD-z5KEdgf1sW2mxNnVDdtw1Z/s400/Vampires.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ve written a new story for Richard Leider’s anthology, <i><b>Hellfire Lounge 3: Jinn Rummy</b></i>, published by <a href="http://www.mariettapublishing.com/">Marietta Publishing</a>, currently scheduled for Summer 2012 publication. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The theme is the jinn, or genies, and I went back to a character I had used in a previous story (which originally appeared in <a href="http://www.moonstonebooks.com/shop/default.aspx">Moonstone Publishing’s</a> <i><b>Vampires: Dracula and the Undead Legions</b></i>, and is available in my eBook, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Shorts-Hitlers-Bellhop-ebook/dp/B0053UO8V4/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1317303134&sr=1-2"><i><b>In My Shorts: Hitler’s Bellhop and Other Stories</b></i></a> on Amazon.com), Leo Persky, a.k.a Terrence Strange, intrepid reporter for the tabloid newspaper, <i>Weekly World News</i>. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Here’s the first 1400 words or so, which will either whet your appetite or confirm your worst fears...</div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Vodka Martini, Straight Up, Hold the Jinn</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
The first thing you’ve got to know is, I never intended to let this particular genie out of the bottle.</div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal">The second is, I’m not using that expression colloquially. </div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">My name is Strange. Terrence Strange...which might mean something to you <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">if</i> you happen to be a reader of the supermarket tabloid, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Weekly World News</i>. If, on the other hand, you only know me from around the neighborhood supermarket near my West Twenty-Seventh Street residential hotel, then you would likely call me Persky. Or maybe even Leo, if I didn’t get on your nerves. As in Leo Persky. Age forty-seven. Five foot seven, one hundred and forty-two pounds of bespectacled, balding ink-stained wretch, or what the world calls a reporter. Of course, the ink stains are old, left over from an early age; nowadays I used a computer.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">I’m called Strange for a lot of reasons, but the one that matters is that it’s my <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">nom de plume</i>, or pseudonym for those who prefer Latin over French, not to mention a family legacy. Most people know the <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">News</i> from casual perusals at the checkout lines at Ralph’s, Safeway, 7-11, and other fine retail establishments. There’s usually a little smirk on their faces as they flip through the stories of presidential consultations with extraterrestrial envoys and haunted toasters terrorizing a Cleveland suburb. You’re probably one of the smirkers, the ninety-eight percent or so of the thinking world who think we make this stuff up. But it helps people to believe that. I mean, how well would you sleep if you knew that the only thing that had driven back an invasion of the Pacific Northwest by a subterranean civilization of radioactive mole people was their genetic aversion to frothy coffee drinks?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">We report the news, you decide. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">Whatever gets you through the night.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">What gets <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">me</i> through most nights is the History Channel and vodka. Which is not to say I’m addicted. I can turn off the TV, even in the middle of a documentary on Hitler’s Bunker (especially the ones that don’t even mention the time machine or der Fuhrer and his new bride’s attempt to escape into the future), and I’ve even been known to leave a bottle with some vodka in it. Not that you care about my “oh, the things I’ve seen!” rationalization to overdo it and treat my body like a temple to overconsumption and abuse. Werewolves and vampires, demons from hell, hideous mutations of science and nature, aliens whose concept of humanity reflected ours of the world’s bovine population, etcetera, etcetera, so on and so forth. It made great copy but didn’t do much for one’s psyche. Remember earlier I asked how well you’d sleep if you knew what was really going on? Well, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I</i> know, and the answer is: Not well.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">But drinking alone in your room is bad. Standing up in front of a room full of strangers drinking bad coffee in a church basement and saying, “Hi, my name is Leo and I’m an alcoholic” bad. So I didn’t. I don’t even keep a bottle in a room. Sure, most drinking establishments closed at some point in the darkest of the dark night, but others don’t. Seeing as how I live more or less in the center of the universe as a resident of Manhattan Island, finding a drop to drink was seldom a problem at any hour.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">The hour on the night in question happened to be three thirty-three in the ante meridiem. I had spent the previous four hours in my bed on the fourteenth floor of the Saint Stanislaw Hotel alternately tossing, turning, getting up to pee, watching TV, reading, peeing again, then trying to switch things up and make it interesting by turning first before I tossed, getting up somewhere in between to pee some more. But I knew no matter what I did, sleep was not in my immediate future. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">I had spent the last five days on the road, on the trail of a serial killer working its way through the Midwest. My choice of pronoun is deliberate; my killer was neither a he nor a she, and not in an interesting Lifetime network ode to transgendered choice kind of way. This one wasn’t even human, but some entity from an alternate dimensional plane which could wear humans like a skin after consuming our tasty innards. Thirty-eight empty sacks of human flesh were found scattered across eleven states before some national crime computer finally got its algorithm in gear and put two and two together. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">A tip from an FBI insider to my editor, the fabulous and scary Rob Berger, sent me scampering westward in time to almost become victim number forty-six. That I didn’t was only because of the dumbest of luck (the only sort I ever have, and thank goodness for that) and a conveniently placed chemical tanker truck bearing a yellow number four on its N.F.P.A. I.D. That’s the National Fire Prevention Association’s way of warning that this particular tanker carried materials capable of detonation and/or explosive decomposition or reaction at normal temperature and pressure. I made it my business to memorize their warning system and symbols. I have needed, on more than one occasion, something blown up or incinerated on a moments notice. Propane tanks available at every hardware, convenience, and big box store across the country were also convenient. It shouldn’t be any surprise how many of the icky things, natural and supernatural alike, are vulnerable to fire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">But that was all the boring “why” of my situation. All that really mattered was, I couldn’t sleep. So I finally got up, got dressed, and went out to a place I knew be open for an insomniac to grab a few belts to help rock himself to sleep.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">Gentrification had found my neighborhood, but side streets of squalor managed to slip past the of architects imaginations and retained the previous century’s accumulation of filth and grime. The stately but hardly saintly Saint Stanislaw Hotel stood smack dab in the middle of one such block. It had opened its doors on April 14, 1912, the same day the Titanic was struck by a U.F.O. two hundred miles off the coast of Newfoundland. The fortunes of the old place sank about as quickly as the big boat. Most of its existence had been as a low rent residential hotel, but make no mistake, transients, as the hand painted sign hanging out front assured passersby, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">are</i> welcome. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: black;">The Saint Stanislaw shared the dark little stretch between two major north/south Manhattan thoroughfares with a parking lot and a regularly rotating roster of storefronts for rent. A few perennials seemed to survive all economic conditions. There was Ralph’s Chinese Hand Laundry, where I send my shirts to be hand ruined, Koskiosko’s Kosher Kounter (Koskiosko’s ham and cheese on Challah with a kosher dill and a bag of chips is a delight and a steal at $3.99), three Korean nail parlors (Lee’s Sunshine Happy Rainbow Nails, the Original Lee’s Rainbow Sunshine Happy Nails, and Senior Lee’s Original Lee’s Happy Happy Double Rainbow Nail Spa), a shop selling typewriter ribbons (I don’t know to whom), a plumbing supply store open only to the trade, and two taverns, the Chelsea Inn and the aptly named Bucket of Blood (West), one on either side of an old upholstery shop that had been gated and its windows painted black since around the first time Gerald Ford tripped coming off of Air Force One. The Inn and the Bucket, both owned by the same dubious gent whose name appeared on the liquor licenses, closed at normal hours. But once the lights went off in the two licensed joints, they were switched on in the Black Hole, the unofficial name given the barebones afterhours drinking hole in the gated store that filled the hours when it was otherwise illegal to sell alcohol.</span></div>Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-62503364691285670992011-09-27T07:17:00.000-07:002011-09-27T07:17:26.417-07:00I'm currently writing a novella for Ron Fortier's <a href="http://www.airship27.com/index.php">Airship27</a> based on the 1930s pulp magazine character, The Crimson Mask. Here's the opening section of a little something I like to call...<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b style="color: #cc0000;">The Crimson Mask and the Medicine Man</b></span></div>
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The
first shot at 3:43 a.m. was easily mistaken for a backfiring truck.<br />
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Johnny “Potsy” O’Connor happened to be glancing down at his pocket watch when
he heard it. The sound did not alarm him, but it made him stop in his tracks
for a moment and cock an ear. Backfire it well may be, the twenty-two-year
veteran of walking a beat knew, but in Little Italy, the home turf of too many
mobsters and their little fiefdoms and rival “social clubs” it could just as
easily be a gun. The Italians liked nothing better than settling their scores with
bullets and brass knuckles, O’Connor thought. Not like the Irish, who at least
had the courtesy to sit down for a drink before commencing to pummeling one
another.</div>
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He
listened for a full ten seconds and when there was no follow-up shots or
screams or shouts, the officer nodded in satisfaction and resumed his solitary
late night stroll down Mulberry Street. Potsy O’Connor knew he had been put on
the graveyard shift as a punishment for mouthing off to the idiot young shift
sergeant whose father had friends high places, but he had been surprised to
discover he liked the quiet and solitude of the night. Sure, the shift had a
few frantic hours, from midnight until the bars and clubs closed, but mostly it
was a whole lot of nothing besides rattling doorknobs, rousting drunks and bums
out of doorways, and the occasional domestic call. Every once in a while, some
knucklehead burglarized a place, but unless he was caught in the act by the
law, the victim was more likely to go to the neighborhood godfather to whom he
paid regular protection money for help. The bosses would not only find the
thief and recover the stolen goods, but also deliver an apology from the
crook’s own bloodied lips.</div>
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course, such vigilantism, along with much else of what went on in the streets
and alleyways of Little Italy being of questionable legality, O’Connor was
often forced to look the other way to insure his continued tranquility. The
bosses showed their appreciation for this courtesy in the form of a five dollar
bill slipped to him every week in the locker room by the precinct bagman.
O’Connor, husband and father to four youngsters still living under his roof,
was in return grateful for the help in feeding his brood. </div>
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<span> </span>Whistling
tunelessly and absently twirling his nightstick by its leather thing, O’Connor
turned onto Grand Street. He glanced into darkened storefronts and stopped to
test the locks on a few doors. Everything was exactly as it should be at the
hour, locked up tight, dark, and quiet.</div>
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<span></span>Johnny
O’Connor pulled his revolver from under his blue tunic and dug for the brass
whistle in his breast pocket. More shots followed. Several guns. Handguns from
the sounds of things.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>O’Connor
hesitated a fraction of a second. The nearest callbox was down the street to
the east. The gunfire was coming from the west. He ran west, blowing his whistle
in long, shrill blasts to call any other coppers in earshot to come running. As
if the shooting wouldn’t have already attracted their attention.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
By
the time he reached the corner of Baxter Street, the whistle was clenched in
his left fist, his service revolver in the right, and his breath coming in
short, choppy gasps. Shots were still being fired, but less of them. Then they
stopped altogether.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That’s
when the screaming began.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It
brought Potsy up short. These weren’t the screams of the wounded and pained; he
had heard enough of those on the battlefields of France during the Great War to
know. These were screams of horror. Of gut-wrenching fear. Sounds no sane man
could possibly produce!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>His
heart beating like a drum, O’Connor forced himself forward, hugging the brick
wall of the corner, his .38 thrust before him like a shield in a quivering
fist. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Baxter
Street looked deserted, a stretch of dead of night darkness slashed by the harsh
glare of street lights, deepening the shadows and making them seem to shimmer
and move. The screams were coming from those shadows...</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>O’Connor
knew he had to do something. It sounded like men were being torn to bits by
some silent creature in the dark. And help, he feared, was still too far away
to make any difference to those poor bastards!</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gulping
down his fear and offering up a prayer, Potsy O’Connor threw himself around the
corner screaming “Stop! Police! Everybody freeze!” and fired a warning shot
into the street.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He
ran forward, still shouting commands he was sure couldn’t be heard over the
screams. He wanted to keep firing his gun, to ward off whatever might be hiding
in the shadows, but the rationale part of his brain kept his finger from tightening
on the trigger. He was going to need those shots and there would be no time for
reloading...</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The
screaming stopped as abruptly as it began. The sudden transition to silence was
startling.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>O’Connor
stopped.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ahead
of him, an inky swirl of blackness started to pull away from the shadows in the
deep doorway of a Chinese laundry.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The
officer took aim.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>“Police!”
he shouted. He was surprised at how commanding he sounded. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>The
blackness broke off and became a shape, a man in a long dark overcoat. The shape
moved slowly, deliberately, his arms held out from his sides. Something dangled
from his hands, loose and floppy. Not a weapon. Nothing threatening.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But
it made Johnson’s heart thump uncontrollably and his stomach churn.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I...I
said police! Stop right there!”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>The
man paid no attention to the orders. He moved from blackness to the gray
haziness on the fringe of the streetlight’s glow. Details began to resolve
themselves: a bald pate, spotted with age. One shoulder higher than the other.
A limp in the slow, steady gait. A gaunt, wrinkled cheek slashed with scars and
paint. A pale yellow eye that momentarily caught the light.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>Raw,
bleeding hunks of flesh hanging from withered, gnarled fingers!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>“Father,
son, and holy ghost,” gasped Johnson.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>The
old man raised his right hand into the circle of light and pointed a finger at
the trembling police officer. Johnson’s eyes went wide. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>Were
those...<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">human scalps</i>?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>“Give
your prayers to the earth,” the old man said, his voice surprisingly young and
strong. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Something
punched Potsy Johnson hard in the chest.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He
looked down. A long, slender shaft of wood with a feathered tail stuck straight
out of the middle of the badge pinned to his tunic.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span> </span>“For
that is to be your next home,” the old man said, and turned to walk away even
as the officer slumped to the pavement. His revolver dropped from numbed
fingers and he thought, not without some surprise, that he was probably the
first New York copper ever to be killed in the line of duty by an Indian
with a bow and arrow. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-8279321653124395872011-09-13T06:17:00.000-07:002011-09-13T06:18:02.534-07:00Archie The Married Life: Volume 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's here at last...<i><b><span style="color: blue;">Archie The Married Life: Volume 1</span></b></i>, collecting the first six issues of the <i><b>Life With Archie: The Married Life Magazine</b></i>. That's six stories (the first issues of <i>Archie Loves Veronica</i> and <i>Archie Loves Betty</i> were written by Michael Uslan; the rest is all me) of what's been called "the most critically acclaimed storyline in Archie Comics history," 320 big pages of art by Norm Breyfogle, Joe Rubinstein, and Andrew Pepoy, a few introductory pieces by Michael and myself, all for $19.99!<br />
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Also hitting comic shops is <i><b><span style="color: blue;">Betty & Veronica #255</span></b></i>, which features a short story I wrote, "Beach Blanket Bash-Up," with art by Jeff Shultz and Jim Amash. Betty versus Veronica in a secret beach Olympics with Archie as the prize! Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-6784119390050595132011-08-30T18:05:00.000-07:002011-08-30T18:05:03.616-07:00Behind the Scenes: Veronica and Jughead, the Real Story!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNckWBPRcAr1SH58cbquEyQsquf_WD9j2XD346amggS-mbJ2-RjAKMdsNluhd5jIEVzchbU1BBkE2IbW2183DXCxFY7vyDTJA0cbj0EkgQkit7WEGp4oXbA6_GYigMN-kvbYZEHJWNGqv/s1600/JGDD_173-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXNckWBPRcAr1SH58cbquEyQsquf_WD9j2XD346amggS-mbJ2-RjAKMdsNluhd5jIEVzchbU1BBkE2IbW2183DXCxFY7vyDTJA0cbj0EkgQkit7WEGp4oXbA6_GYigMN-kvbYZEHJWNGqv/s320/JGDD_173-0.jpg" width="237" /></a></div>It's all revealed in the hard-hitting "B.F.F....Not!" in <i><b>Jughead Double Digest</b></i> #173, in comic shops tomorrow. I wrote it, my old friend and <i>Vigilante</i> colleague Tod Smith penciled it, another old friend and colleague (he inked one of the first half dozen stories I wrote for DC Comics many, many moons ago), Al Milgrom inked it.<br />
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All you've got to do is read it.<br />
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Please.<br />
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"...If you aren't reading Life with Archie you are truly missing out on some serious insanity. For my money it's the most consistently entertaining comic being written right now. <em>Archie</em> fans old and new would be doing themselves a favor by checking it out."<br />
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Who am I to argue with the <i>Voice</i>?<br />
Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-5677671377368930272011-07-16T05:24:00.000-07:002011-07-16T05:24:20.957-07:00What a Twit!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe3PJ8N_fiZWsRmX47EeEi5uV1hoPj14fvpImSNW8gurfU-iAc6styxmQig5mzr46ig9qGLF_b60jydcHqxf6prDJPewvgzbZBDD4jDs3ZIDrEa6DOZ5Y0vp5-pXY5j-cdaCOhzZhZOBWx/s1600/twit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe3PJ8N_fiZWsRmX47EeEi5uV1hoPj14fvpImSNW8gurfU-iAc6styxmQig5mzr46ig9qGLF_b60jydcHqxf6prDJPewvgzbZBDD4jDs3ZIDrEa6DOZ5Y0vp5-pXY5j-cdaCOhzZhZOBWx/s320/twit.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Yeah, I've gone social media. You can now follow me on <a href="http://twitter.com/">Twitter</a> at @PaulKupperberg.<br />
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Not that I have much to say, but it doesn't seem to stop everybody else. (Does Alec Baldwin do <i>anything</i> else but Tweet all day???)<br />
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I killed Aquababy!<br />
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I just received in the mail my comp copies of the new <b>Aquaman: Death of a Prince</b> trade paperback from DC Comics. It features the entire saga of the birth and death of Arthur Curry Jr., aka Aquababy between 1974 and 1978.<br />
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I was assigned to write <b>Aquaman</b> after having written two different back-up features, one starring Aqualad (<b>Adventure Comics</b> #453 - 455), and another featuring Mera's search for the missing baby in <b>Aquaman</b> #57 - 59. My first issue was <b>Aquaman</b> #62 (June-July 1978). My last was #63 (Sept.-Oct. 1978), whereupon the title was cancelled. But that issue did wrap up the whole storyline and I did get to rack up my first comic book fatality. Plus write the character for a few more stories when the Aquaman featured jumped over to the new, giant-sized Dollar Comics format.<br />
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<b>Aquaman: Death of a Prince</b> reprints the entire saga, 336 pages of great 1970s comics by writers Paul Levitz, Gerry Conway, Steve Skeates, David Michelinie, Martin Pasko, and me, as well as art by Jim Aparo, Mike Grell, Carl Potts. Joe Rubinstein, Dick Giordano, Juan Ortiz, Vince Ciolletta, Don Newton, John Celardo, Bob McLeod, and Dave Hunt.Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7517487935584118235.post-34282176442368253092011-06-06T09:52:00.000-07:002011-06-06T09:52:07.582-07:00Sunday, June 12: Scranton, PA Here I Come!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRb8_Zw16pA-adaSNMq5W9JSgiu8hRrQsS-iGLnMleYlSPWMhk-ttoqICcBfmWk5GXln-lxuLn0FZyBs0x2eXlzzqmUMog8FR2fQbjuHthVdqVHjH3DJWqDjZU-AUvuLQDL48xhvU2dAF/s1600/scranton_comic_conv_title.8693435_std.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwRb8_Zw16pA-adaSNMq5W9JSgiu8hRrQsS-iGLnMleYlSPWMhk-ttoqICcBfmWk5GXln-lxuLn0FZyBs0x2eXlzzqmUMog8FR2fQbjuHthVdqVHjH3DJWqDjZU-AUvuLQDL48xhvU2dAF/s320/scranton_comic_conv_title.8693435_std.gif" width="320" /></a></div>I'll be a guest at the <a href="http://www.americasmostwantedcollectibles.com/upcoming_events/scranton_comic_book_convention">Scranton Comic Book Convention</a> in (where else?) Scranton, PA this coming Sunday, June 12! This will be my first time attending, but it look to be a good old-fashioned one-day local show and I'm looking forward to it.<br />
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Also appearing are Archie artist Dan Parent, Marvel artist Dave Hoover, artist Rudy Nebres, DC writer C.J. Henderson, and about a dozen more writers and artists from all over.<br />
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I'll have a table from which I'll be talking, selling, and signing! Admission is $3.00, hours are 10:00 A.M. to 4:00 P.M., and the location is Johnson College, 3427 North Main Avenue, Scranton PA 18508 (exit 190 off of I-81). If you're in the neighborhood, I hope to see you there!Paul Kupperberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13584440406658489657noreply@blogger.com1