time capsule corp.

Yo yo yo,

Soooo I’m going to be at a local Vancouver con this sunday along with a bunch of my pals:


It should be fun, show up in you’re around.

Here’s my schedule this week, that I write on giant butcher paper to loom over me and judge me. (that’s Marian’s self portrait on the right–Bad dude!)


I’m always talking about how making the work fun is really important to me , recently I’ve been having to rethink things. I’ve been giving myself more tasks that aren’t necessarily about the work.

I want to get over any guilt of ever not working or working too slow, so this week I added  “watch all the (70’s Tom baker Doctor Who) Key of time Episodes!! Woooo” to things I had to get done. I don’t want to make getting the work done that pays my rent anymore important than the other fun stuff I do. Obviously no one ever dies wishing they saw more tv shows but It’s more important to me to just have fun and work because I want to work not because I’ll feel like a jerk if I don’t. there’s no good and bad there’s just setting up an environment that allows for whateverr mannn.

Here’s what I’ve been working on tonight:


It’s a whale restaurant on a whale that serves food made out of the whale it’s on.

I did a choose your own adventure joke with a choice that doesn’t really affect anything more than how much Sexica likes her breakfast.

This page will be in Multiple warheads #5 or #1 of book 2 whatever whatever– It’s interesting to me what a time capsule making comics is. People finding King city now and reading pages that I drew on my lunch break when I just like “fuck I wish I could draw comics all day” –so that’s cool.

Here’s some MW covers– #2 I scanned a page out of a Chinese calendar that I pulled out of a dumpster and then added a bunch of my own drawings to it.


And here’s #3’s cover. I kind of had to rush this one so I might tweak it a bit before it actually goes to print. I scanned the #3 out of a 1990’s issue of Raygun magazine.



Sooooooo Prophet stuff.

The #28 I did with Giannis Milonogiannis drawing and  Joseph Bergin III coloring and Ed Brisson Letters comes out on Wednesday. Here’s a preview: http://ghettomanga.blogspot.ca/2012/08/preview-prophet-28-by-brandon-graham.html

And here’s a 2 page spread from #29 following up on the Farel Darymple drawn Prophet with  a tail:


It’s a bunch of Prophet’s in space baby armor trying to transport a Brain ball Mother through a space war that’s too big to go around.

And then issue #30 goes back to the Giannis story. Here’s some layouts I did this week showing a new lady lizard assassin that’ll be an ongoing character. Here she sneaks up on a floating palace in her crab house.


She has these color crystals that she can see poison walls in a plant maze. we’re trying to do more stuff with color in Prophet. Seems like a waste to have a color book and not have color as a part of the story.

I showed the layouts to my pal Emily Carrol and she sent me back this rad assassin drawing.

Emily’s site: http://www.emcarroll.com/#3

Also in the Prophet issue that’s out on Wednesday, I got Fil Barlow to put together a thing about the process his old Zoonerse issues were colored in. It’s kind of a sequential article.


And here’s some King city stories.

My pal Chris Eng did one called A girl and her cat. 

You can read it here:


And here’s a King city short that my Mom (Vicki Barbosa) wrote.

“Interesting” said the Shadowcat

His fur was black, black that swallowed the starlight, swallowed the
moonlight. If there were ever a cat- shaped black hole, he was it. It
came in handy for slinking about the dark side of the moon, or between
the Pleiades, or in alleys and pool halls in New York.
He had no name, or rather, he had so many names it was hard to know
his name at any given time. His name depended on his location, at
times on the season of the year or the phase of the moon. So in the
valleys of Spain he was Gato, the one and only Cat; in the mimsy
mountains of the Orion constellation he was Selquo the Magnificent; on
the far side of the moon he was Glyboo; and in the tenements of New
York he answered to Yodo. For the purposes of this tale we will call
him what Janis called him: Meroo.
He was a Shadowcat, working under the auspices of the Catmaster
General as a recruiter. His job was to shadow potential cat masters,
observe them in various situations, and bring them in for training if
they agreed. It was he who brought in the catmaster Joe, famous for
his rescue work in Seattle, and it's said he recruited Klovharu from
Vancouver, a tough nut to crack.
The catmasters were people with natural talent, who were brought to
the farm outside L.A. and trained to be masters by the best. They
learned all the martial arts, but mostly cat techniques, how to use
the cats as weapons. What they did with their training later, that was
up to them. Some of them saved their city, their continent, or their
world. Some of them just prevented burglaries; some lived their lives
ready for anything. It was kind of zen, according to Janis.
The first time Meroo saw Janis in L.A., she was sliding through a
crowd like quicksilver, a skinny tousle-headed 14 year old in tattered
jeans, looking for a mark. It was clear that she had worked the
streets for years, being bait for older kids, grifting, picking
pockets. She had a good scam going now: Meroo crawled to a rooftop and
peered over, watching her work. She brushed against an older man,
lifted his wallet, then leaned down and pretended to pick it up. “I
think you dropped this, mister,” she said, holding it out innocently.
The man's mustache jerked in surprise; and his hand flew to his hip.
“Looks like I did. Thank you, my dear.” He opened the wallet, pulled
out a bill and handed it to the girl. “This is for you.”
“Interesting,” said Meroo.
He followed along on the rooftops above, observing as she pulled
variations on the same stunt four more times. It worked pretty well,
and avoided the complication of having to hide from the law. He
followed her into an apartment, to a secret meeting with an
orange-haired character who held out a handful of bills, and observed
the girl shake her head with a sneer, flick the bills aside and walk
away. “Interesting,” Meroo said.
When she crawled in through a window and curled up in a corner of an
abandoned room to sleep, Meroo was there before her. She turned over,
brushed against him, and jumped out again in a hurry.
Meroo sat up, stretched and yawned. "Relax," he said. "I come in peace."
She crouched on the floor, staring. "What?"
"I said --"
"You're a cat!"
"Seriously?" Meroo brushed his whiskers. "My mother will be astonished."
"Cats can't talk!"
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, it's so! Everyone knows that!"
"I suppose everyone also knows that spiders are not space travelers
marooned on earth, that Cthulhu is not asleep in Massachusetts Bay,
and that the world will not end as soon as the nine billion names of
God are compiled?"
"I don't know about that, but cats can't talk."
"Okay." Meroo began grooming himself.
"What do you want?" Janis asked.
"To offer you a job opportunity. You have some useful skills, it'd be
a shame to waste them. In the morning I'd like to take you to meet
some people."
"Where? What people?"
"The Catmaster training farm. Not too far away. Better get some sleep."
The next day they went out to the farm, not far from L.A. When Meroo
introduced the girl to the Catmaster General, Mudd just stared at her.
"No," he said.
"What do you mean, no?" Meroo was annoyed.
"She's just a kid, wet behind the ears. Bring her back in 3 or 4 years."
"Have I ever been wrong about a prospect?" said Meroo. "In 3 or 4
years, she'll be spoiled -- a dedicated lowlife thief, a drug runner,
something unsavory. Train her now, she'll be a spectacular catmaster.
Mudd frowned. "There are no cats available at the moment."
"Oh really," said Meroo. "Like there isn't a cat born every second."
"You know what I mean," said Mudd. "Weaponscats are not your run of
the mill random cats."
"Little do you know," said Meroo to the leader of the world's most
powerful, most secret organization. "Be that as it may, I'll take her
"You think I can't do it? I'm unqualified in some way?"
"I need you in recruiting. You're a shadowcat."
"What's the point of recruiting if you turn my recruits away? Hello?"
Mudd cast an exasperated glance at the girl, who was staring
open-mouthed at their discussion. "Fine. Bunk her in Three. Good luck,
kid. You're going to train with the most egoistical, smart-mouthed,
brilliant cat in the known universe. Hope you survive."
"T -- thank you," stammered the girl. "But what do catmasters do?"
"You'll figure it out."

Meroo wanted the kid to succeed very badly, almost as much as he
wanted his next mouse, and that was saying a lot. Especially
considering how delicious a mouse was, a fur-covered, trembling,
savory morsel smelling of . .. never mind. Someone who is not a cat
might read this.
Anyway, Meroo thought that the Catmasters were a great force in the
world – for good, for evil, for comic relief, but certainly a force,
and he wanted to see the kid become part of it, because if she didn't
make it as a catmaster, she was on a downhill spiral to nowhere. He
toyed with the idea of turning her to the dark side, but abandoned the
idea – considering that he knew how quickly the compilation of the
nine billion names of God was going, he didn't want to run any more
risks than he already had.
So Janis started her training, along with six other newbies all older
than her. In addition to the standard martial arts and nefarious
thievery, she learned cat skills: how to throw a cat with deadly
force; how to fling the cat and a syringe after it, transforming it
into anything from a dervish of terror, to a saw blade, to a net flung
over an opponent. The cat could become a periscope, a pillow, a rifle,
duplicate a key, mix a mean martini, whip out a passable drawing of a
suspect. . . you name it, there was little the cat could not do or
become, in the hands of a capable catmaster. And when that cat was the
Shadowcat, Meroo himself, he figured they were an unbeatable team.
They were only 6 months into the training and Meroo was feeling pretty
good about it, when Mudd came to find him where he and Janis were
napping under a palm tree. “Got a job for you.”
Meroo sat up, pricking his ears. “For us?”
“Fine, for both of you. Remember Cthulhu?”
“Difficult dude to forget,”said Meroo.
“Well, seems he had a fling with one of the mermaids from the Danube,
him being a Water Being, and they produced an offspring. Some years
ago. That offspring is now a teenager, known in some circles as
Tsunami Cyril.”
“We're all ears.” Meroo glanced at Janis, who was now sitting up
paying attention.
“Cyril is more or less a normal being, but has a habit of pulling
hissy fits, being a teenager and afflicted with hormones. When he does
this, cities tend to founder. He's in a temper now, heading in a
straight line for Seattle.”
“And where is Joe?” asked Meroo. “Isn't that his favorite hangout?”
“One of them, but he's down in the Antarctic right now, on a secret
mission with his new girl friend. Incommunicado. The catmaster
assigned to Seattle right now is Klovharu. But he's in hiding, not
sure why, and isn't answering messages. So I'd appreciate it if you
two could sidle up there and see if you can roust him, give him a
heads up in case he's missed the news, and maybe be backup for him.”
“Backup,” said Meroo.
“Why can't we handle it?” piped up Janis.
“You're not ready,” said Mudd. “No way. You just go up and find
Klovharu, and back him up if he needs any help. Got that?”
Janis stuck out her lower lip, but Meroo gave her a glance. “Got it.
We'll go tomorrow.”

The next morning they hopped a freight train heading for Seattle, and
after a night sleeping among crates of cat food and bags of mail,
found themselves in at the Union station around noon. They walked out
of the station into a cloudy day, Janis looking around nervously.
Meroo noticed that all the humans around him were glancing nervously
up at the sky, which was a gray purplish color unusual for Seattle.
“Let's go,” he said. “We'll plug into the cat grapevine, easiest way
to find Klovharu.”
“How do we do that?” asked Janis.
“Just ask a cat.”
But it was not so easy to find a cat. They walked for 20 minutes, up
King Street, across to Yesler as far as Fifteenth. Meroo had never
gone so far without finding at least one cat to check in with. Finally
Janis said, “There! I saw one run behind that recycle bin.”
Meroo went over and saw a scrawny tortoiseshell huddled behind the
bin. “Hey, what's going on?” he asked.
“They've all left town,” muttered the cat. “Or hiding out. Something's
up. Something bad's coming.”
“Why didn't you leave?”
“I'm small, nothing messes with me, and I can hide in Underground
Seattle if I need to, But you should head for cover.”
“We're looking for Klovharu and Happiness.”
“Ooh, the sick catmaster? He's over on Main, near Chinatown. But he
hasn't been out for days.”
“Can you show us?”
“Follow me.” The tortoiseshell led the way, and they followed for
several blocks. He stopped at a green door to a basement apartment,
whispered, “Seriously, get out of town,” and scuttled away.
Meroo scratched at the door, whispered the cat code, and the door
opened a crack. Happiness was there, Klovharu's space cat, looking
harassed. “Shadowcat, is that you? Come in, quick.”
He and Janis slid inside. At Hap's startled expression, Meroo
shrugged, “My new catmaster. Where's Klovharu?”
Hap pointed a paw at a pile of quilts on the couch. A few strands of
greasy blond hair stuck out, otherwise there was no sign of a human.
“How sick is he?”
“It's some kind of Martian lung parasite, it lasts about a week. He
has to drink a lot of orangeade with caviar in it to get rid of it,
and he's not doing too well.”
Meroo went closer. “Klovharu?”
The catmaster stuck a nose out. “Zat you? What ya' want?”
“There's a horrendous monster aimed at the city, we kind of need an
experienced catmaster on board here.”
Klovharu squinted out at them. Janis whispered, “Is he always that
color? Like moldy cheese?”
“Not usually,” said Meroo. “Klovharu, you know what day it is?”
“Somewhere around September? Or possibly Thirteen? Not too sure, really.”
Hap shook his head. “Not up to it, Shadowcat, really. He'll be better
in a few days, but still wobbly. And I can feel something coming –
can't you?”
Meroo lifted his head, sniffing. He felt a hint of burning in the air,
flavored with danger. “Yeah, I do.”
“You've got a catmaster of your own, what's the problem?”
“She's still in training. Not quite ready for the real thing.”
Hap shrugged. “I'll come along if you want. Backup cat.”
Meroo looked at Janis, whose eyes looked huge and terrified. “What do
you think, catmaster?”
She gritted her teeth. “We got a choice?”
“We could catch the next freight back to L.A., and read about it in the papers.”
“Right,” she said scornfully. “That's not happening.”
“Then let's go,” said Meroo. “West, I think, toward the bay.”

They went down toward the ferry docks, but soon met people running the
opposite way. “Look out!” yelled a kid pushing a bike. “Earthquake!”
They picked up the pace and soon came in sight of the bay, empty of
ships. But over the Olympic peninsula came striding a horrific shape,
like a whirlwind, like a giant octopus swathed in mist, an amorphous
looming shape impossible to make out. “Takes after his father,” said
He glanced at Janis. “Get out your lethal syringes, numbers 12 and 17 . . .”
“I remember,” she said, her voice strained. “Give me space.”
The creature splashed into the bay, howling in rage and pain. “What's
he saying?”she said.
“Who cares!” yelled Hap. “Get ready!”
Janis held up her hand. She yelled up at the monster, “What did you say?”
Now they could make out words, distorted and high-pitched. “I h—h-
hate you! I hate everybody! Get out of my way!”
The creature stepped onto the street, dripping gallons of bay water,
matted with seaweed, tall as the Space Needle, glaring down at them.
No one else was in sight, except for a scattered crowd of cats that
had gathered all up and down the street. “Kill it,” they howled, “put
it out of its misery!”
The creature lifted its fists, pounded on a building. “I hate you,
leave me alone!” it shrieked.
“I know how you feel,” said Janis calmly. She reached for Meroo, gave
him an injection as she had been trained, and flung him straight and
true. He felt himself flying, felt the exhilaration of working with a
well-trained catmaster, and hit the creature's shoulder, biting.
There was a moment of frenzy, wildness, water, air, mud and seaweed
flying everywhere. Meroo found himself crouched on the sidewalk beyond
the creature, and there where the creature had stood, a teenage boy
knelt sobbing. Aside from green hair and fins, there was nothing
unusual about him.
“Hey,” said Janis. “We all have bad days.”
Tsunami Cyril looked up at her, his face streaked with tears and
seaweed. He wiped his nose. “Who are you? What did you do to me?”
“Janis.” She sat down beside him. “Just gave you a calmer. You're kind
of cute, you know?”
“You think so?” He smiled at her. Meroo rolled his eyes.
“We could get up some beach volleyball. What do you think?”
“Okay. Maybe.” He glanced at himself. “But I have no clothes.”
“Cat.” She motioned to Meroo, pulling out a syringe. “You can knit?”
“Not much I can't do.” Under the potion's power, he knitted a pair of
shorts in scant moments, and handed them to the kid.
“That's pretty neat,” said Cyril.

A couple of days later, Klovharu was back to himself, Hap relaxing
happily on a window sill, and Cyril was entrenched in the mysteries of
beach volleyball on Alki. If you see a green-haired kid there who's a
whiz at spiking the ball, you know where he came from.
They sat in the open freight door on the way back to the farm, Janis
chewing a strand of hair and smiling to herself.
She glanced at Meroo. “He's just a teen, you know. We all have days like that.”
“Good call,” said Meroo.
“I think I might like being a catmaster,” she said.
“Hope so. Because you are,” said the Shadowcat.



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22 Responses to time capsule corp.

  1. The fun and genuine interest you have of the medium really shows in everything you do!
    you kick ass.

  2. kelvingreen says:

    In the 2000AD special for the Christmas just gone, Al Ewing did a full Judge Dredd story in an interactive choose-your-own-adventure style, and it was really well done because not only was the gimmick fun, but it also worked if you just read it as a standard story without the branching paths. It’s well worth checking out as an example of how there are still new things that can be done in the medium.

    I like that you’re putting stuff like that piece on colouring in Prophet; it’s fun having these little extras that aren’t to do with the main comic as such. It makes it feel like a magazine.

  3. MikeG says:

    This is all great. The lizard assassin looks awesome, can’t wait to see that stuff go down in the book. I also love the idea of the choose your own adventure panel. I would be into seeing an entire comic done like that, or at least that trick used more often. I used to love those books. I was recently walking around Barnes and Noble and found that in the kid section they still have rows of those books. Also, I finished a two page MW fan comic, I’ll try to get to Kinkos or whatever to scan it in sometime this week, its an homage to Michael Jackson’s thriller video…sort of, werewolf in a car.

  4. Your mom is awesome, and I love that she shouts out Clarke’s Nine Billion Names of God. That’s like my favorite short story.

  5. haha! this is all amazing. your mom clearly kicks ass. and that farel page is INSANE. keep up all the awesome stuff, man.

    also, those looking for the ultimate choose-your-own-adventure comic, check out Jason Shiga’s Meanwhile…

  6. Mog says:

    Oh man, this is great. Thanks for sharing

  7. Love it all. Especially the restaurant, looks like you had a whale of a time

  8. REYYY says:

    ***TWO THUMBS UP***

  9. another great post. your restaurant spread is very cool. and that sequential article with fil barlow was cool too. i am pretty durn excited about reading the new mult warhdz

  10. ross campbell says:

    whoa, your mom’s story…! so cool.

    i love the lizard assassin!!! i’d draw a whole lizard assassin book.

  11. Mike Mcghee says:

    …seriously, dude, best post in years.

  12. James Scott says:

    Super bummed I missed out on the Convention. All my favorite people in comics as headliners, not to mention the equally rare and illusive emergence of the Stokoe-hermit from its cavernous house-cave. Also the lizard assassin lady looks dope.

  13. Brandon, I just read the Prophet tpb and liked it a lot. It’s so much fun. I wanna do a pin-up or something.
    It’s been a while. I’m still a fan.
    Anyway, I’m looking forward to MW.

  14. Kalen Knowles says:

    Make Emily Carrol do art for yoooou

  15. Ted says:

    I’ve been following your blog for a while just because I love your art so much. I finally picked up a copy of the giant King City book at the local Barnes and Noble last night and it’s just awesome. I can’t put it down. And I can’t believe it took me this long to buy something King City. It has that awesome look and environmental feel of a European comic that I love so much. And your characters are just awesome. I love how you draw the ladies. I just wanted to let you know how much I love it. Thanks for making the world that much cooler by putting out such great stuff.

  16. gledinburgh says:

    I was wondering if there was any way to look at your older stuff, like as a kid or teen or in your twenties, i realy want to see where you came from. and i posted a couple of my resent drawings if you realy wouldnt mind looking.

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