#142: The Quantum Quest Quartet

Trent Phloog’s third-person flashback continues … (Part 4 of 6)

The Marketable Universe, May 1976

Meanwhile, in a midtown skyscraper, a megahero team was scrambling to an alarm.
        “I’m afraid we’ll have to cancel our regularly-scheduled vacation to Bug-Eyed Island, See-Thru Girl!” announced a bulbous, sloshing, elderly man in blue leotards with a white “Q” on his chest. Rex Rigid’s bloated face stared opaquely at a bank of computer monitors arrayed from floor to ceiling, his gloved hands turning knobs and pressing buttons. “The Quantum Tower’s elaborate defenses systems have detected an emergency!”

#141: The Manhattan Project

Trent Phloog’s third-person flashback continues … (Part 3 of 6)

The Marketable Universe, May 1976

Trent stopped on the busy midtown street and looked up at the granite office building. “It’s the correct address, all right,” he said, checking the street number against what was written on the back of the #10 envelope he pulled from his inside breast pocket. “But for some reason, these aren’t the offices of the Daily Polis, like that nice Mr. Greeley described.”
        Instead, the bronze plaque read,

The Manhattan Project
Est’d 1941
Most of the News We Can Fit, We Print

        “Woo!” said Trent. “Must have been one of those media mergers!”

#116: Live, Coast-to-Coast

By the time Preston drove us to the TV station, Mama was already in makeup. “What are you doing here?” I asked.
        “I’m here to tell America you’re my love child,” said Mama. “I don’t know what all the fuss is about. Black folk and white folk have been getting it on since before they discovered America. Hasn’t anybody read Othello?”
        “I think Othello takes place after Columbus discovered America,” I said, “although Avie would know for sure. Besides, it’s far from the ideal love story.”
        “Othello was president of Spain,” said Mama. “If the Spaniards can do without racism in 1492, why can’t America today, in 1984?”

#114: Hiding in Plain Sight

When I woke up Monday morning, my only thought was to get to school without incident. I tucked my hair up under my old Arbor State Abyssinian Wolves knit cap, pulled up the hood of my Warren Woodward Warhounds hoodie for good measure—nothing like mixing and matching collegiate licensed apparel from my two schools—and marched out the back door with my book bag. I thought I would be clever and instead of taking Second Avenue directly up to the Warren Woodward campus I took a roundabout way along Prentis to Cass Avenue.

#93: Tripping With Doctor Messiah

The next moment we were standing in front of my old house on Ann Street in Ann Arbor. I could feel the hard, scruffy cement of the driveway beneath my bare feet. It wasn’t as disorienting as I’d expected, although for a moment I was slightly dizzy.
        “At least astral-projection across space is possible,” I said, as if I were informing Doctor Messiah. “But, am I really here?”
        Doctor Messiah stood on the sidewalk next to me in his bare feet, arms folded, a faint smile on his lips. “Why don’t you find out?”

#87: Those Chosen Few

In the parking lot outside the Big Yard, I spotted my father, Clyde Phloog; although he was in his civilian form and not his default Silver Age Megaton Man stature, he still seemed a head taller than everyone in the crowd. He was dressed in a sharp business suit and was snapping away with a self-developing film camera as Stella and I approached, triumphant, in our caps and gowns, clutching the scrolled mock-sheepskins we’d received on the stage.

#86: Apocalyptic Megachallenges

Flying back and forth from Detroit to Troy had been relatively easy for me, even in winter, because it was north and south, but Detroit to Ann Arbor was a different story. Arbor State University was due west, and often I’d often run into strong westerly winds, and in frigid temperatures it was even worse. My uniform offered thermal protection for most of my body, but the V-neck on my torso went down to the bottom of my sternum, leaving the center of my chest, neck, and face exposed to the wind. In late February, with highs in the twenties and lows below zero, I would really feel it.

#39: North Cass Ditty in the City

“So, you played ‘Deep Throat’ to Pammy Jointly’s Woodward and Bernstein, then you deep-throated Trent Phloog to alleviate your guilt,” said my half-sister.

#31: Man, Woman

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Return to Ann Arbor: Clarissa Sketches and Swipe Gallery!

I've been thinking a lot about the period in the Megaton Man narrative when I moved the characters to Ann Arbor in Return of Megaton Man #1 (Kitchen Sink Press, July 1988). I've blogged elsewhere about how a regrettable "nuclear-option" dispute with my publisher, including the dictate that henceforth all iterations of the Megaton Man series be re-numbered #1 for my perceived lapses and transgressions, eventually soured me on continuing with the character, at least at that fabled arthouse boutique publisher.

While I could never reconstruct, story-wise, every nuance of what I might have had in mind in the late 1980s, there are clearly a lot of untold stories from that era, particularly of the early career of Ms. Megaton Man, who gained her powers in the first Megaton Man one-shot, Megaton Man Meets the Uncategorizable X+Thems #1 (Kitchen Sink Press, April 1989), and the early childhood of Simon Phloog, result of the union between Megaton Man and the See-Thru Girl. In particular, there are some interesting aspects to the "Civilian" life of Trent Phloog (Megaton Man's non-Megapowered alter ego) that particularly interest me.

Many of the following pencil sketches and studies, for the most part, were drawn recently with that Ann Arbor milieu in mind. Others refer to more recent cultural disturbances, particular a despicable Right-Wing movement among mainstream comics creators. Some of these feature an added layer of referring to various iconic covers from the history of comics or pulp adventure.

Megaton Man™ and the Human Meltdown™ go at it as Ms. Megaton Man stands by. This is an homage to the cover to Philip Jose Farmer's A Feast Unknown (Playboy Press, 1980) by Jordi Penalva, which features a surrogate Doc Savage and a surrogate Tarzan going at a hightly homoerotic tussle. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

The Human Meltdown™, from Megaton Man #1 (Kitchen Sink Press, December 1984), a character who was featured in Megaton Man Meets the Uncategorizable X+Thems #1 (1989), but otherwise has remained under-utilized. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Clarissa James, before she became Ms. Megaton Man, and Trent Phloog, after he lost his Megaton Man powers, re-enacting a scene from Return of Megaton Man #1 (Kitchen Sink Press, July 1988). This shared look has yet to be sufficiently explored. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Getting to know you: Potential licensors of the Megaton Man property balked when they actually read the comics, particularly sequences like the one immediately below showing Megaton Man's secret identity, Trent Phloog, living with the unwed but pregnant mother-to-be of his child, and a slightly salacious young female roommate, in a communal house in Ann Arbor:

Clarissa and Trent meet, from Return of Megaton Man #1 (Kitchen Sink Press, April 1988).™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Clarissa and Trent meet, from Return of Megaton Man #1 (Kitchen Sink Press, April 1988). Panel three is the image I expanded upon in the 2018 pencil sketch above. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Clarissa James pencil drawing, 2018. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Clarissa James pencil drawing, 2018. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Clarissa James pencil drawing, 2018. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Pammy Jointly, dressed as she would be as a housemate of Trent, Stella, and Clarissa in Return of Megaton Man. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Pammy and Stella in Ann Arbor. From The Return of Megaton Man #1 (Kitchen Sink Press, April 1988). ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Ms. Megaton Man, backed by Simon Phloog (son of Megaton Man) and Deirdre face off against a Megacontraptoid and an evil ventriloquist dummy. Clarissa James pencil drawing, 2018. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Original pencil sketch of the above. Clarissa James pencil drawing, 2018. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Ms. Megaton Man™, Simon, Deirdre, and Kozmik Kat™ welcome Megaton Man. Tight rough with Sharpie pen over a scanned printout of the original pencil drawing (below). ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Original pencil sketch of the above. The composition is actually an homage (or, in the vernacular, a swipe) of C.C. Beck and Nick Cardy's cover to Shazam #1 (DC Comics, 1972). ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Clarissa clobbers a Right-Winger in a pose swiped from Joe Simon and Jack Kirby's Captain America #1 (Timely Comics, 1940). Rough tightened using a Sharpie fine-line writing pen. ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

Original pencil rough of the above (can't get enough beating up White Apartheid Neo-Nazis!). ™ and © Don Simpson 2018, all rights reserved.

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