ABEHM
A Brown Eyed Handsome Man

NOTE: I'm not using any templates, and my HTML coding skills are rudimentary at best. Therefore, there are no permalinks. If you look under ARCHIVES, to the right, you'll generally find an active link to a copy of the current day's page. If you want to link to something on this page, you should, instead, link to the archive copy, under this day's date. The stuff on this page changes; the archive copy should stay put.

The ARCHIVE heading itself is a link to a page where you can see what's become of my two previous blogs, MAJOR ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT'S WEBBLOG and DOC NEBULA'S EASTERN OREGON DUM DUM DEPRESSION BLOG.

Due to some publishing stuff that may or may not actually happen with some of my writing, I recently got a PAY PAL account, and since I got a PAY PAL account, and I'm currently unemployed and broke, and I think I'm a good writer and my writing should be worth money, I figured I'd stick a PAY PAL button on this site. Obviously, its use is entirely optional, but hey, if you feel I provided you with something of worth and you feel moved to make a donation, knock yourself out. I wanted one of those cool little 'don't forget to tip the website' buttons all the big kids seem to have, but I guess they aren't available as one of Pay Pal's free options. The button is at the top of my links list on the right of the blog itself. Go nuts.

And if you think I'm a soulless mercenary or just, you know, dreaming that anyone is gonna PAY me for this nonsense, you're probably right. There's a comment thread below. Go nuts there, too.

Woden’s Day August 13 2003

ONE LAST CHANCE TO MAKE IT REAL

Our assignment for today, class, is to craft a blog entry so inaccessible and/or boring that no one whatsoever posts a response to it.

You’d think this would be easy, since I’ve done it many times before. But we’ll see.

Odd little notes:

At some point, I may get back onto something remotely approaching a normal sleep schedule. I don’t think it’s going to happen while I’m living with Paul, though. Unless I end up getting a job with normal hours, in which case, well, the adjustment for the first week or so is going to be brutal… and the contrast between my schedule and Paul’s, until I get enough cash together to move out, will be… interesting. But that’s not happening yet, and there’s no point in borrowing trouble by worrying about it.

The Day of Reckoning, in re: an immediate need for re-employment, got put off a little longer yesterday by an email from the Website Publisher Who Must Not Be Named, telling me that even though I hadn’t submitted much of anything for the last 90 day quarter, nonetheless, he’d just cut me a check for slightly in excess of $400 and mailed it off to my new address.

This is amazing for many reasons (ah… I’ve been beating on my monitor intermittently for the last five minutes to make it show my red tones again, and finally it got its act together): First, it simply underscores again the sub-economy of Zephyrhills. In Tampa, $400 wouldn’t have covered my rent. Here, on the other hand, $400… well, sharing expenses with a roommate, it’s pretty much enough to cover my monthly nut with a tiny bit left over.

Oh, on that subject, Paul’s landlady got clued in as to my presence here, and Paul seems to have (rather shrewdly for him) cut her off at the pass by suggesting a $50 a month rent increase before she could jump in and suggest more. So that sub-economy has just increased a bit, but still… my half of the rent is now $175. I mean, geez. With a $30 phone bill every month, and about another $200 in water and electricity, that means… well, it means my $400 goes a long way, as noted. Whereas it would have evaporated in a heartbeat back in Tampa, as also noted.

What’s also interesting is that I’d really expected to get no check at all this quarter from The Website Which Must Not Be Named, since I really haven’t written much for the last three months… these quarters and this atmosphere aren’t conducive to that kind of creative production. That $400 is almost entirely based on the backlog of stories still up on the site. So, if I dig in and start really hacking the crap out for the next three months, posting a new story (however brief it may be) every three or four days to keep my name and the link to my page prominently displayed at the front of the site, I might double or even triple that amount 90 days down the road. I have to assume, if I’m still here in November, I’ll have had to knuckle under and get some kind of job by then, and if I still manage to produce stuff for the site the way I hope to, getting a check for, say, $900 or $1000 sometime in November…

Well, chickens not to be counted at this time, yeah.

My mom sent me an email yesterday. Ironically, while she meant to encourage me to keep doing this blog because it’s one stop shopping for news of me and Paul, she also mentioned that she finds some of my opinions regarding the family to be really annoying. This troubles me; my mom is important to me and I don’t want to aggravate her. Which means that, basically, it’s yet another argument for going back to a private blog. Or, I suppose, I could simply resign myself to only doing Happy Happy Family News, featuring Only Well Scrubbed And Relentlessly Cheerful Versions of my various relatives. Or I could just stop talking about my family at all, I suppose. However, in the end, it’s just another layer being added to the filters between me and complete truthfulness, and, well, that’s what’s going to happen when you’re writing for an audience, but… as I say… it’s another point on the graph.

I took some of the Instant Cockroach Death Goo and spread it on my wall in the area where I’d seen a few solo bugs crawling last week, and it seems to have worked; I haven’t seen a one of them since back here. However, they’re making a sluggish comeback out front; Paul and I have noticed more of them lately out there. Doubtless it’s time to change the various roach motels in all the corners of the perimeter, and by more Instant Cockroach Death Goo to spread around. My cousin Chad says that when he and Mel had this problem last year, they bought a ton of ICDG and Mel basically used it as caulk, lining the seams where all the walls come together floor to ceiling with the crap, and all the baseboards, too. I’m thinking this may be a good way to go.

Socially it’s been odd around here. Pat still drops by most nights but only for a few moments, apparently just to reinforce his and Paul’s mutual reality. It’s the STAR WARS game, of course; since everybody in the immediate clique bought their own copy, that’s eating up most of their social energy.

I haven’t seen Kyle in weeks; since Pat isn’t dropping by to game any more, he isn’t hanging out at all. Scott, on the other hand, is over here pretty much every night and, on his days off when they coincide with Paul’s, all damn day, too. Those tend to be very intense days for Paul’s budget; he and Scott go through the horticultural supplies like a forest fire, getting wasted and staying wasted for 12 hours at a stretch. Not that it makes them bad company; as I’ve noted, when people are really wasted, they laugh at anything you say, and, well, it’s nice to be in a social environment in which, apparently, one is a complete hoot.

The STAR WARS game itself seems to be gradually losing its hold on these guys, though. Paul had said, when he was about a third of the way through it his first time, that it was definitely worth the money, because when he finished it with his first character, he could just go back through with a different one and make different choices and everything would be a new experience. Unfortunately it doesn’t work that way. I’m on my second game now (with the same character; I had a saved game from very early on and I just went back to that and have been playing her quite differently since then) and while there’s a lot of stuff you can do differently, the overall shape of the story remains immutable. I’m just poking around now, doing all the little side missions on each planet while resolutely ignoring the main plotline, for the good and simple reason that if I start doing the central storyline and accomplishing its goals, that triggers various subroutines and certain planets get blown up by the enemy forces that are pursuing me across the galaxy. Since a lot of the various missions you go on are to help out people living on these planets, it’s very depressing to have the entire planet get blown up right after you’ve finally convinced the two feuding clans to end their squabbling and let their son and daughter get married. It just gives you a real sense of futility.

However, it’s nearly as bad exploring each planet in depth, which I’m taking the time to do, because it really brings you up sharply against the limited vistas of a computer game. Tattoine, for example (the desert planet you’re all familiar with from the first STAR WARS movie) has basically four major areas… the city of Anchorhead, the Dune Sea right outside the City of Anchorhead, the Sand People's Enclave, and the Eastern Dune Sea. Each of these places has specific stuff to do in them, but they’re all very small and limited, and once you’ve run through the programmed storylines, that’s it, you’ve pretty much mined the entire planet out.

There’s probably still stuff that none of us (Pat, Paul, Scott, and I, in our separate games) have discovered, but it’s got to be getting pretty thin on the ground. On Tattoine, I’ve done pretty much EVERYthing… killed the krayt dragon, wiped out the raiding tribe of Sand People, tracked down the Gammorean assassin and his killer android and gotten rid of them, flummoxed the evil Gamorrean ambushers, recovered the lost holocron from Bastila’s father’s body, gotten Bastila and her mother to reconcile, found the local Star Map, rescued Mission’s worthless brother Griff, along with a bunch of captive Jawas, from the Sand People, purchased the crazy homicidal droid to add to my party, triggered the stupid subplot with Carth’s son so we can do that when we get to Korrigan… oh, yeah, I haven’t triggered the sub-plot where I deliver smuggled spice to the Hutt at the swoop track yet, I have to go to another planet to do that. Ah, but I did find the stowaway in my storage hold, learn to communicate with her, and dump her back with her parents on Dantoine. So, yeah… Tattoine is very nearly entirely done.

And all the various planets are like this. When you first play the game, there seems like a bewilderingly realistic complexity of stuff to do on each world, and you feel like you couldn’t possibly do all of this crap. (Some of it, like the feuding clans nonsense on Dantoine, I didn’t even want to bother with, but, hey, it’s experience points and, depending on how you run your character, Dark Side or Light Side points, too.)

An interesting aspect of the game is that it’s kind of Zen. Various things simply don’t exist until you’ve triggered them. For example, if you don’t take Carth off the ship on Tattoine, then his buddy from the Mandalorian wars doesn’t come up and mention seeing his long lost son on the Sith planet. If that doesn’t happen, then when you go through all the Sith Academy stuff, Carth’s son simply doesn’t exist and you never run into him.

Stuff like that happens a lot. It’s certainly deliberate, to keep people from cheating once they know about certain plotlines, and simply going there and aborting them before they develop. There’s an internal timeline in which certain events have to occur before other events can occur… a sort of causality that most quantum physicists these days believe is actually illusory, a side effect of the way our organic brains process information… but very much part of the virtual reality of this game. Things HAVE to happen in a certain sequence in this game or they just won’t happen at all.

Now, can I get even more boring than several hundred words on a game no one in my audience is playing? Sure I can.

I was looking at my Window’s desktop right before starting this page this morning. What’s interesting (if you have a truly demented definition of ‘interesting’ ) is that I have three different graphics programs… PhotoWise, which was on this hard drive when my mom gave me the computer, and two others, AcDSee and PhotoStyler, which I brought over from previous computers.

PhotoWise is a nice program; you open a directory and it gives you all thumbnails, which you can then click on and bring up to a variety of different sizes. You can edit them somewhat too, adjusting their tone and contrast and sharpness and like that, cropping and copying from one file to another. However, PhotoWise has two major drawbacks… its editing features are very limited (you can’t, for example, insert text into a graphics file, or really modify a graphics file on a pixel by pixel basis, as in, for example, drawing Groucho glasses on someone, or something), and it won’t display GIFs, which is truly annoying.

AcDsee is a shareware program I downloaded years ago off AOL. It’s strictly a viewer; you can’t edit graphics at all with it. However, it displays nearly any sort of graphic (except goddam .art files, the utilization of which should be punishable by public exposure in stocks), and best of all, has a lovely directory display system that makes moving files around really simple, which neither of the other two have.

PhotoStyler I don’t use all that much, but it has quite a few more editing tools than PhotoWise, and for displaying certain types of graphics, especially if you have a lot of them, it’s better than either of the other two.

I should also mention, though, that for actually creating and editing graphics, I use the generic Windows Paint program a lot. If you want to take a scan of an old DC subscription ad showing Superman with his arm around a mailman, and edit the mailman slightly to make him look like Hitler (all you have to do is add a swastika armband and a little pushbroom mustache; it’s amazing), Paint is your baby. (Now, why you’d want to do that is another matter entirely. Unless you’re as demented as I am, and as Jeff Webb was, in which case, you’ll understand immediately the uproarious hilarity there is in looking at an obviously Curt Swan rendered picture of Superman buddying up to his best pal, der Fuhrer. Honestly, it’s just hysterical. But probably only if you’re deeply, deeply strange.)

And while I’m going on and on and on in a truly coma-inducing manner about my goddam Windows desktop, I should note that the Katie Holmes montage has been replaced. First I had a Katherine Heigl montage, but that was up for several weeks before Katie, so I cycled through some other stuff. I have a nice graphic of Eliza Dushku I shopped together against an American flag backdrop, but the problem with using that is, I like to have two different graphics… one that comes up when you first boot the computer, and then a different background when I sign onto the system and go into the actual active desktop. Now, the Eliza graphic, which is lovely (I can just look at Eliza Dushku all day long) has to be tiled because of its size, or the program squashes her head and changes the shape of her face, which is just Completely Wrong By Any Universal Standard. However, my current front graphic, which is a very nice pic of Rachel Weisz (the MUMMY chick) doesn’t look as good tiled, and you can’t set one graphic to full screen and the other one for tiled or centered, it won’t work that way.

So, Eliza got put away again and right now there’s a pic of Drew Barrymore up there. I like Drew fine (thank God she got over that Tom Green thing) but I’ve had that pic for a long time and it’s not Drew’s best shot. I’m trying to stay resolutely away from using any of the many Jess pics I have as a background, since that just gets me all sulky (although she has some very nice pics on her dancing website). I don’t know. I may need to go back to Googirl.com and see if I can find anything nice of some actress I find very doable… someone other than those listed above, since I’ve been O.D.ing on Katie Holmes and Katherine Heigl lately.

Actually, it occurs to me I downloaded a nice shot from Charlotte Ross’ Playboy spread a while back. Let me go see if I can dig that up and how it looks as background…

Well, beat the drum and hold the phone:

Just checked my email and found this:

* * * * * *

--- "gina leow" <____@hotmail.com> wrote:

Dear Handsome Man,

I like to tell you that i love your writing very much (erm even though some seem to sound pretty out-of-point cos only you know what metaphors to use) I do understand most of the things you write... your thoughts about men and women.

If only you live in Singapore, else i'd love to meet up with you and listen and understand you more...

Regards,

Gina

* * * * * *

Singapore.

SING --
--a--
--fucking--
--PORE.

I have a groupie… in Singapore.

Noooooo. I don’t believe it. This is someone messing with me.

Still, what the hell. Better than getting whacked over the head with an empty green glass Coke bottle.

I mean, seriously. Those things probably really hurt.

Oh, yeah, the Charlotte Ross pic looks pretty good.


RULES OF THE ROAD

In one of his many invaluable essays on life in Hollywood, Mark Evanier described his first meeting with legendary TV comic and icon Milton Berle. Upon being introduced to Uncle Miltie and shaking hands with him, Mark, who is a pretty witty guy, blurted out without even thinking about it, “Wow, I didn’t recognize you in men’s clothing”. According to Mark, this soured Uncle Miltie on him from that point forward, because Mark had broken Rule Number One When Hanging With Milton Berle, namely, Never Be Funnier Than Milton Berle.

I’m reminded of that anecdote now.

Recent experiences at Electrolite being pretty much entirely similar if not completely identical to my previous experiences at Uppity-Negro.com and TampaTantrum.com, I thought I’d take the time to extrapolate whatever wisdom there is to find in the whole mess. Here’s The Deal, as far as I can see:

If you want to make friends and influence people when you head out onto the blogging trail, at least, as regards your posting comments on other people’s blogs, you MUST NOT:

(a) seem smarter than the person writing the blog you are posting comments to

(b) be funnier than the person writing the blog you are posting comments to

(c) be a better writer than the person writing the blog you are posting comments to

(d) be correct when you point out some manner in which the person writing the blog you are posting comments to was wrong, and/or

(e) Upset The Wimmenfolk On The Blog.

Rule E comes mostly out of my experiences with Aaron Hawkin’s Uppity-Negro blog. He gets a lot of female posters and like any of us male geeks would be in that admirable position, he is thoroughly whipped by them. If a new reader comes along and does anything whatsoever to offend the babes on Aaron’s blog, that new reader can expect a cold shoulder from Aaron roughly the size of the Greenland glacier. I don’t really blame Aaron for this; for a male geek, positive female attention is a jewel beyond price, and if I ever had any women posting to my blog who weren’t related to me by marriage, I’d most likely dance and sing like a puppet on a string when they cracked the lash, too.

I should add to this that I’ve learned, from Electrolite, that one Must Not Be Whimsical, Oblique, or Overly Geeky When Posting To A Big Important Political Marketplace of Ideas Type Blog, because those guys just have no time for Theodore Marley Brooks or Cornelus van Lunt references, regardless of how amusing or entertaining you and some others may find them.

Now, I am posting this to point out that while these may be the universal Rules of the Road on other blogs (and as far as I can see, they are, indeed, pretty much universal) you can ignore them here. I don’t care if you:


(a) seem smarter than I am, I like people who are smarter than I am, as long as they’re not jerks about it;

(b) are funnier than I am, then I get to laugh at your witty remarks, and hey, that’s all good;

(c) are a better writer than I am. Although I’m in a peculiar place as regards writing skills; good enough to be better than nearly all the amateurs out there, not good or lucky enough to be a professional at it. So if you are a better writer than I am, you are probably a professional writer and therefore do not have time to post comments on other people’s blogs, so this probably doesn’t matter, as relates to this blog;

(d) correct my mistakes; unlike apparently 95% of the remainder of the human race, I am under no illusions as to my own infallibility and simply don’t care if someone points out that I am wrong about something. Being wrong about things does not strike me as either a character flaw or a shameful embarrassment; we are all wrong about a lot of things every day of our lives, and that’s just how that works;

(e) Upset My Wimmenfolk. Well, actually, I shouldn’t say I don’t care if you upset my wimmenfolk, I do, the very thought deeply offends me. However, it’s just that the wimmenfolk at this point on this blog are my mom, my cuz in law, and my sister in law, and if you do something to upset them, I strongly doubt the authorities finding what’s left of you will be able to identify you without a DNA comparison. My mom, and any woman who marries any of the males in this family and stays married to him for any length of time, are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. So offend them all you want; it’s a self correcting problem.

Oh, and I like geeky references and would just adore whimsical, cleverly elliptical posts to my comment threads, although I suspect I’d get annoyed if someone started posting a whole lot of Harry Potter-speak here, just for one example.

If there is a universal rule on this blog, it is quite simply, Do Not Be A Bigger Asshole Than The Blogger. In fact, if you can avoid it (and most of my small number of regular posters avoid it with style and panache) Don’t Be An Asshole At All. I am quite a big enough asshole myself to supply all the assholiness necessary for any blog, and I will continue to keep this blog well furnished with stupid remarks, doltish mistakes, whiney rationalizations, and defensive recriminations by the ton lot, there can be no doubt. You need bring none of your own asshole nature with you, I have plenty and am always willing to share.


THE INEVITABLE DISCLAIMER

By generally accepted social standards, I'm not a likable guy. I'm not saying that to get cheap reassurances. It's simply the truth. I regard many social conventions in radically different ways than most people do, I have many many controversial opinions, and I tend to state them pretty forthrightly. This is not a formula for popularity in any social continuum I've ever experienced.

In my prior blogs, I took the fairly standard attitude: if you don't like my opinions or my blog, don't read the fucking thing.

Having given that some more thought, though, I'm not going to say that this time around, because I've realized that what this is basically saying is, 'if you don't like what I have to say, tough, I don't want to hear it, don't even bother to tell me, just go away'.

And that's actually a pretty worthless attitude. It's basically saying, 'I don't want to hear anything except unconditional agreement and approval'. And that's nonsense. This is still a free country... for a little while longer, anyway... and if you really feel you just gotta send me a flame, or post one on my comment threads (assuming they actually work, which I cannot in any way guarantee) then by all means, knock yourself out.

Unless your flame is exceptionally cogent, witty, or stylish, though, I will most likely ignore it. You do have a right to say anything you want (although I'm not sure that's a right when you're doing it in my comment threads, but hey, you can certainly send all the emails you want). However, I have an equal right not to read anything I don't feel like reading... and I'm really quick with the delete key... as various angry folks have found in the past, when they decided they just had to do their absolute level best to make me as miserable as possible.

So, if you don't like my opinions, feel free to say so. However, if I find absolutely nothing worthwhile in your commentary, I will almost certainly not respond to it in any way.

Stupidity, ignorance, intolerance... these things are only worth my time and attention if they're entertaining. So unless you can be stupid, ignorant, and/or intolerant with enough wit, style, and/or panache to amuse me... try to be smart, informed, and broad minded when you write me.


 

ALL DONATIONS GRATEFULLY ACCEPTED


WHO IS THIS IDIOT, ANYWAY?

ARCHIVES:

Friday 4/18/03

Saturday 4/19/03

Sunday 4/20/03

Sunday, later, 4/20/03

Monday, 4/21/03

Tuesday, 4/22/03

Wednesday, 4/23/03

Thursday, 4/24/03

Friday, 4/25/03

Monday, 4/28/03

Wednesday, 4/30/03

Friday, 5/2/03

Sunday, 5/4/03

Tuesday, 5/6/03

Thorsday, 5/8/03

Frey's Day, 5/9/03

Day of the Sun, 5/11/03

Moon's Day, 5/12/03

Tewes Day, 5/13/03

Woden's Day, 5/14/03

Thor's Day, 5/15/03

Frey's Day, 5/16/03

Satyr's Day, 5/17/03

Tewes's Day, 5/20/03

Woden's Day, 5/21/03

Frey's Day, 5/23/03

Satyr's Day, 5/24/03

Day of the Sun, 5/25/03

Tewes's Day, 5/27/03

Woden's Day, 5/28/03

Thor's Day, 5/29/03

Frey's Day, 5/30/03

Satyr's Day, 5/31/03

Day of the Sun/Moon's Day, 6/1&2/03

Woden's Day, 6/3/03

Thor's Day, 6/5/03

Satyr's Day, 6/7/03

Moon's Day, 6/9/03

Tewes' Day, 6/10/03

Thor's Day, 6/12/03

FATHER'S DAY, 6/15/03

Tewes' Day, 6/17/03

Thor's Day, 6/19/03

Satyr's Day, 6/21/03

Day of the Sun, 6/22/03

Tewe’s Day, 6/24/03

Thor’s Day, 6/26/03

Frey’s Day, 6/27/03

Day of the Sun, 6/29/03

Tewes’ Day, 7/1/03

Thors’s Day/Frey’s Day, 7/3&4/03

Moon’s Day, 7/7/03

Woden’s Day, 7/9/03

Frey’s Day, 7/11/03

Moon’s Day, 7/21/03

Thor’s Day, 7/24/03

Moon’s Day, 7/28/03

Frey’s Day, 8/01/03

Saturn’s Day, 8/02/03

Saturn’s Day, 8/02/03

Tewes’ Day, 8/05/03

Thor’s Day, 8/07/03

Frey’s Day, 8/08/03

Satyr’s Day, 8/09/03

Tewes’ Day, 8/12/03

Woden's Day, 8/13/03

OTHER FINE LOOKIN WEBLOGS:

Pen-Elayne on the Web

Inkgrrl

Blue Streak by Devra

Dean's World

Flashbulb Moments

Eyesicle

If anyone else out there has linked me and you don't find your blog or webpage here, drop me an email and let me know! I'm a firm believer in the social contract.

BROWN EYED HANDSOME ARTICLES OF NOTE:

ROBERT A. HEINLEIN, MARK EVANIER & ME: Robert Heinlein's Influence on Modern Day Superhero Comics

KILL THEM ALL AND LET NEO SORT THEM OUT: The Essential Immorality of The Matrix

HEINLEIN: The Man, The Myth, The Whackjob

BILL OF GOODS: The Words of A Heinlein Fan Like Nearly Every Other Heinlein Fan I've Ever Met, But More Polite

FIRST RAPE, THEN PILLAGE, THEN BURN: S.M. Stirling shows us terror... in a handful of alternate histories

DOING COMICS THE STAINLESS STEVE ENGLEHART WAY!by "John Jones" (that's me, D. Madigan), & Jeff Clem, with annotations by Steve Englehart

JOHN JONES: THREAT OR MENACE!

FUNERAL FOR A FRIENDSHIP

Why I Disliked Carol Kalish And Don't Care If Peter David Disagrees With Me

MARTIAN VISION, by John Jones, the Manhunter from Marathon, IL

BROWN EYED HANDSOME GEEK STUFF:

Doc Nebula's Phantasmagorical Fan Page!

THE OMNIVERSE TIMELINE

World Of Empire Fantasy Roleplaying Campaign

The Jeff Webb Art Site

S.M. Stirling

BROWN EYED HANDSOME FICTION (mostly):

NOVELS: [* = not yet written]

Universal Maintenance

Universal Agent*

Universal Law*

Time Watch

Endgame

Earthquest

Earthgame*

Warren's World

Warlord of Erberos

Return to Erberos*

ZAP FORCE #1: ROYAL BLOOD

Memoir:

In The Early Morning Rain

Short Stories:

Positive

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Leadership

Talkin' 'bout My Girl

No Good Angel

No Time Like The Present

Pursuit of Happiness

The Last One

Pursuit of Happiness

Return To Sender

Halo

Primogenitor

Alleged Humor:

Ask A Bastard!

On The Road Again

Meeting of the Mindless

Star Drek

THE ADVENTURES OF FATHER O'BRANNIGAN

Fan Fic:

The Captain and the Queen

A Day Unlike Any Other (Iron Mike & Guardian)

DOOM Unto Others! (Iron Mike & Guardian)

Starry, Starry Night(Iron Mike & Guardian)

A Friend In Need (Blackstar & Guardian)

All The Time In The World(Blackstar)

The End of the Innocence(Iron Mike & Guardian)

And Be One Traveler(Iron Mike & Guardian)

BROWN EYED HANDSOME COMICS SCRIPTS & PROPOSALS:

SERAPHIM 66

AMAZONIA by D.A. Madigan & Nancy Champion (7 pages final script)

AMAZONIA (Alternate Draft 1)

AMAZONIA (Alternate Draft 2)

AMAZONIA (World Timeline)

TEAM VENTURE by Darren Madigan and Mike Norton

FANTASTIC FOUR 2099, by D.A. Madigan!

BROWN EYED HANDSOME CARTOONS:

DOC NEBULA'S CARTOON FUN PAGE!

DOC NEBULA'S CARTOON FUN, PAGE 2!

DOC NEBULA'S CARTOON FUN, PAGE 3!

WEIRD WAR COMICS COVER ART.

ULTRASPEED!

Help Us, Batman...

JLA Membership drive

Don't Leave Us, Batman...!

Ever wondered what happened to the World's Finest Super-team?

Two heroes meet their editor...

At the movies with some legendary Silver Age sidekicks...

What really happened to Kandor...

Ever wondered how certain characters managed to get into the Legion of Superheroes?

A never before seen panel from the Golden Age of Comics...

BOOM!

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