I’ve had time to collect my thoughts on my first Comic-Con experience and wanted to get them down so I could do my best to hold on to this moment, this feeling of acceptance and love for creating, as long as humanly possible. Memories fade and become stories, so I’d like to go ahead and write it now to keep the magic of it as intact as possible.

SCCC SET-UP: April 8th

April 8th came very quickly, and soon Renee (my other half) and I headed to Greenville, SC to set up the booth. It dawned on me just how big this thing was going to be when we arrived into the building, past the Ecto-1 casually parked inside, and saw people peppered across the vastness of the space.

My view from row 1100

After a few hiccups and several hours later, everything came together, and suddenly I’m looking at my table in Artist Alley.

“Ask me about my ME.”

Across the way, I had casually been chatting it up with Fend Hamilton who first approached us and asked how her booth looked. Little did I know I would barely be seeing the FINE OK Press all weekend because she would be getting swamped with customers. While I wasn’t surprised after looking through her art, she was taken back by all the love she got for her work. I don’t know if I told her, but I was filled with so much joy for her all weekend. But more on Fend later.

After taking one of her business cards from the adorable, miniature milk crate they were in, we head for the exit. Checking out some of the other artists on the way out, I stop at an artist’s table and spot this wonderful print of The Iron Giant and Superman fist bumping. I tell him how awesome it is.

“You like The Iron Giant?”

“Of course. I love that movie. Brad Bird is amazing.”

“I worked on that film.”

Then I realize who I’m talking to as I look to the right of the print. It’s artist and animator Steve Garcia. He’s worked on The Simpsons, X-Men: Evolution, Mission Hill, and, of course, The Iron Giant.

One day, I will learn to read. I’m sure it will help me somewhat as a writer.

I immediately flip out and start chatting with him, telling him how much I love the craft of animation and appreciate his contribution. We talk a few, and I tell him I’ll be back for that print tomorrow. We wish each other well and part ways.

Everyone with VIP access were invited to attend a private showing of the Art of Warner Bros. Animation Exhibition at the Upcountry History Museum. I’m not only a huge animation fan as previously stated, I adore Looney Tunes. I was so tired and even questioned going, but Renee asked one last time as we passed it on the ride home if we should go, knowing I’d regret it if I didn’t. So we went.

This is the only picture I have to represent what I saw as no photography of any sort was allowed inside due to the sensitive nature of the materials, and that was for the best. Instead of looking at everything through a lens and not absorbing it, I was able to really enjoy what was there, which was incredible.

Original sketches, character guides, painted cels, painted backgrounds, concept art, lobby cards, timeframe notes, newspaper ads, in house stationary, ALL done by hand. To see what one of a handful of groups broken into roughly sixteen guys did over the course of up to a year just to make ONE seven minute cartoon. I can’t describe the awe of looking at original art by Chuck Jones and Robert McKimson. To see the (hands down), cleanest line work I have ever seen in my entire life. I was floored with each and every new piece.

But what we noticed early on became a punch in the gut each time we saw it. On the cards mounted by each piece detailing some of the most talented artists in the entire history of man, we saw one word repeated many times.


True artists who probably looked at their work simply as a job, lost to time. Why? Who knows for sure. I’m willing to bet none of them knew the impact of what they were doing at the time, and if these cartoons hadn’t been rediscovered in the 60’s & 70’s, restored and re-aired, this world would be lesser for it. I loved them before, but I certainly appreciate them even more so now. I’m thankful for that opportunity to see that artwork. So much joy has entered my life from those few people, many of which now go unrecognized. I thank them and love them with all my heart.

I’m glowing with optimism the whole ride home.

SCCC: Day One April 9th

Wow. We arrive with the VIP ticket holders and suddenly a white vastness has become a glorious rainbow of the more varied people I have ever encountered in my life. Families, friends, couples, individuals, furries, heroes, villains, cartoons, warriors, everyday people, aliens, superheroes, people proudly wearing their flag and proclaiming “THIS IS ME!”

I have never been in an environment where I didn’t feel judged before then. I was in this place where I didn’t feel like being me was a bad thing. It was so spiritually warm and comforting, that the withdrawal from it now is noticeable. Being at a Comic-Con will restore your faith in humanity because everyone was there to be seen by one another and acknowledged for creating joy. If the joy you feel at Christmas or Halloween is a bomb, then a Comic-Con is a nuke of happiness.

I have become life, the creator of joy.

One of my goals was to meet actor George Newbern. I was a fan of his movies growing up, but when Justice League Unlimited rolled around and I learned he had taken over for Tim Daly doing Superman’s voice, my mind was blown. I’ve been following his voice actor career since then. Then came Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children where he gave one of (if not THE) best villain line reads ever:

I take a quick trip down to the media guest section before the show fully opens up and find myself almost immediately talking to him. Like, in person.

I first give him some fanart I had printed of a parody mashup of Justice League & Father of the Bride:

It got a good chuckle and a “Oh that’s clever” out of the guy, so I was thrilled. Then I asked him to sign my Superman figure the only way I could imagine:

As I’m complimenting him about that line read, he leans in and (as Sephiroth) says, “Good to see you, Bo. Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness.”

I geeked out pretty damn hard. After a few more minutes of chatting (he really was in no rush at all, which was cool), I thanked him for all his work and shook his hand. One of the nicest human beings I have ever encountered in my life. I carried that positive energy with me all the way back to my table, where I started making sales and seeing people light up when I told them what the books were about.

Little time goes by, and my booth neighbor to the left introduces himself. Jacob Holo and his wife, H.P of Holo Writing. Really cool to see returning fans thirsty for the next installments in their book series. More on the Holos later.

Of course, it wouldn’t be a comic-book convention without the cosplay, and there were no disappointments. So many wonderful costumes. I wish we could have gotten them all, but here’s a few from Day One:

In my downtime, I’m doodling in my sketchbook. Out of nowhere comes this young man, Lawson. Kid’s a ball of energy and it’s immediately infectious. He’s throwing down compliments and we’re talking geek stuff. He then informs me that he’s going around and asking as many artists as he can if they’ll redraw this horse cartoon of his anyway they see fit. Says it’s a good way to get to know someone. I’m immediately intrigued and give in to his proposal.

In hindsight, I wish I had gone crazier with it, but he was more than pleased with it. I tell him to take my card and contact me, let me know how it goes.

My sister shows up (announcing her arrival by texting me the group cosplay photo being taken outside) and brings along my niece and her friend.

It was only a couple years ago I found out my niece was, well, a nerd. I wasn’t expecting it, and much like my nephew (who is a man now. I’m getting old), it has made me a proud uncle. In fact, she may not know this, but I’m pretty sure she’s the reason I even attempted this.

When I found out she was getting into art and anime like me at her age, I was, well, relieved. I love her dearly and wanted to connect with her in some way, but I wasn’t sure when that opportunity would arise. When you’re an uncle, they don’t wait on you to grow up, and I didn’t want to miss out.

So when she starts talking about My Hero Academia and cosplay and showing me this amazing artwork she’s been doing, my pride swells. She’s such a brilliant kid and so I kept telling her, “We need to go to comic-con one day”, knowing damn well I had never been either.

As soon as I knew I was going, she was the first one I invited. I bought her a ticket first thing. And seeing her there, in her element with her friend?

I am a proud uncle of both her and her brother.So she comes up and I suggest she and her friend should go check out Fend’s table.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve read her comics.”

I immediately get brownie points for having a conversation with her already.

“You gotta go over there and say hey then”

“I can’t. I’m too scared.”

“Artists LOVE to hear how much you love their work. Go over there!”

And they do. They come back with some great buttons, one of which says, “IT SUCKS TO SUCK.” I sit here now and regret not getting one. They all come back by and she shows off some K-Pop art cards she picked up (which I found out later she lost by setting them down somewhere because she refused to put them away so as not to wrinkle them. Haha). My sister wishes me well and the family takes off to have more fun before heading home.

UPDATE: [ Fend read this article and immediately messaged me, “I HAVE HER K-POP CARDS!” Turns out they were left behind during the meeting mentioned above. Fend was kind enough to mail them back and the boys are now safe and sound in my niece’s collection.]

I’d like to take a moment and thank my sister as well for loaning me the seed money to attend on short notice. Without her as well, I wouldn’t have been able to go. I’m starting to see a trend of amazing women responsible for my being there.

Nearing the end of the day when the crowd is dying down, my neighbor to the right (husband of Sarah MW Miller Creations) comes over and buys a copy of FROM DAY ONE on the briefest of synopsis. The sales where you see a person’s face light up as you start describing the book are always the best. I’m fortunate I saw that more than once during my time. (BTW, Sarah’s booth was stopping traffic with her art prints. Definitely check her out.)

I’m preparing to leave, but I have one last thing I must do for the day. I head back to Steve Garcia’s table and purchase that print. It’s even more beautiful in person.

We talk some more, and I bring up how I loved Mission Hill, to which he starts telling me interesting stories that connect with my thoughts about the Warner Bros. artists who went without credit. I express my appreciation for his work again, and it’s then I realize we’re making a real connection. We talked shop a bit more before leaving.

The day winds down, and Renee and I are exhausted, but in a good way. Not only was it a thrill to introduce my work to new people and connect, it was so much fun seeing my neighbors make those connections as well.

This is why we do what we do. To shake hands with our art and say hello.

SCCC: Day Two April 9th

Another early morning and we’re back in Greenville, this time a little more familiar and comfortable. So much so that I take advantage of the early access and take my chances on meeting voice actor Jim Cummings. Had a fun chat with the person ahead of me. He was getting some Funko Pops signed (Kingdom Hearts Pete and Cheshire Cat) and told me about the time he met Gary Busey and got him to randomly sign a Sega Genesis. Even had his friends believing for a bit that Gary was the original voice of the 🎵SE-GA🎵 (admitting he’d had better results if he had told them he did the screaming version).

While I’m waiting, Steve spots me and stops to say hello. Another unexpected joy to add to the pile I had already accumulated over the weekend. He wishes me luck and that’s when Jim shows up. Within minutes I’m next in line. I was afraid of taking up too much of his time because I didn’t have enough spare cash for anything, but his assistant waves me in and I get to personally give him some fanart I did:

He takes a moment to look at it and then asks, “Now are you the artist?”

“Yeah, I did that.”

He then proceeds to tell me how wonderful it is before asking me one last question.

“Did you sign it?”

“Yes, I signed the back.”

Jim then moves his water bottle closer and props the picture up for everybody after me to see.

I am overjoyed at this moment. I thank him for everything he’s done, he fistbumps me, and I am on my way back to my table to sell some books and prints. Renee admits she was tearing up watching us.

It was a good way to start the day.

I say hi to all the neighboring booths and am immediately enthralled once again by all the fabulous cosplay.

Among the list of outfits I knew were there but either missed or failed to get a pic of:


Alphonse Elric

Samus in full suit


I’m lucky for all the other people who had my back with their pictures and video.

I did talk to a cool couple who wanted me to send my photo to them, which was an honor.

He wanted a picture of them as a couple, and I was happy to help.

Talked some more with Jacob Holo, who offered me a freebie. I asked for a suggestion and he hooked me up with a copy of THE GORDIAN PROTOCOL that he co-authored with David Weber. His description of the climax with “battling, time travel machines” sounds like a winner to me. Can’t wait to dive in.

I, of course, offer up a freebie to them, to which his wife later asks, “What was the one where God died?” I give her a copy of FROM DAY ONE with a smile.

The people walking by my booth and having a laugh at either my humorous prints or the sign I had in front of my bowl of complementary candy keep me peppy.

When every age bracket laughs at your joke, call it a success.

It was a nice feeling for people to be digging my art prints and my books at the same time. I felt validated as an artist like I haven’t before, and it made me feel like a real person.

But sadly, the weekend did have to come to an end. The crowd starts thinning, people start packing up, and I simply don’t want it to be over. I say my goodbyes to the Halos and Mr. Miller (I presume).

Continuing on with the women who deserve my gratitude for even being able to live out my dream, Renee continues to be my hero and helps me pack up. She was there every second I needed her, and I quite literally couldn’t have done any of this without her.

And because of her, I have a few moments before I go.

I head over to see Fend and pick up a print of hers I had been eyeballing all weekend, but even at the end, she was still busy selling. I turn my back for a second to let her do her thing, only to have her head over to my table a few moments later.

The day before, while talking about how she had made me look like a cool uncle, she had suggested an art trade.

She had come to collect, and after a few exchanges, she walks away with copies of GOODNIGHT MONSTER (by Dusty Evely, which I did the artwork for) and ONCE YOU GET TO KNOW ME. And me? Well:

I doubted myself at the last second, but when she asked what I wanted, the light from outside shone on the Waffle House. We joked how it was a sign from God. I HAD to pick it.

As I’m saying my goodbyes to Fend and congratulating her on an epic weekend, guess who shows up?

If you guessed Steve, you are correct. If you guessed he had the same print I bought to give to Fend, then you are a psychic and this blog was probably really boring to read. Email me some lottery numbers, would ya?

He asks me to take their pic (as he had done mine and others who picked up his work), and I ask to take one for myself because I realize it was a miracle that I got to meet these two amazing individuals.

Look at ’em.

I have a new hope that this isn’t the last time I see either of these wonderful human beings and that maybe we can collaborate one day on something. I miss them dearly and hope nothing but the best for them.

I say my goodbyes, and the weekend ends like any magical moment in life should end.

Steve goes in for the hug, and I gladly welcome it.

And in a daze, I find myself in the car on the way home, already dreaming of the next moment where I find another connection.

But one last surprise finds it’s way to me.

I get home and find a message on Instagram from Lawson. He shares the collection of his sketches and thanks me for making his con great. I return the sentiment.

Thanks for making us look bad, Bottom Left.

He sent me a video of him being represented as Patrick from SpongeBob being inspired by my art and me as Superman. The hilarious video is a cherry on top of everything.


What else can I say? I went in just wanting to get the work of my friends and I out there and bond with my niece.

I end up getting SO MUCH MORE in return. I wanted all of my artist friends to be sharing the wealth that weekend. I witnessed the most diverse collection of people in my entire life fly their flags (some quite literally) and everyone was hellbent on having a great time while respecting those around them. I’m not joking when I say this kind of experience restores your faith in humanity.

I gotta figure out how to do it again, and soon.

If you came by my table and are still interested in my works, all the links are available. But regardless of who is reading, thank you for supporting my dream and contributing the oh so necessary joy to my life.

I love you all.

“We can have such a thing?”

Forty-five years ago this year, something almost indescribable would be birthed into existence that would have a profound impact on my life. A piece of magic that still continues to fuel my imagination.

But before we start there, let’s step back a little further and see how it came to be.

Okay, well a lot further.

Nope. Too far.

The universal act that dates back to all our ancestors is storytelling, a profession I am proud to have. From cave paintings to spoken word to literature, storytelling is what has kept us together. Naturally, these beginnings would coalesce and evolve into theater, where stories would be given life.

From The Diaphragm!!!

In 1603, a shrine maiden by the name of Izumo no Okuni formed an all female dance troupe from the outcasts of society and taught them to sing, dance, and perform sketches.

Their bit, “Who’s On First” however, wouldn’t catch on for a few centuries.

This style of entertainment, “kabuki“, would quickly grow popular in Japan, eventually becoming more grand in presentation with the use of elaborate costumes and make-up.

You missed it by that much WWF.

As the theater scene continued, just a little over 80 years later, another element would be introduced. Puppets.

Puppets make everything better.

Playwright Chikamatsu Monzaemon and a chanter named Takemoto Gidayū collaborated to form the Takemoto Puppet Theater, popularizing the art of Bunraku (Japanese Puppet Theater).

Over the top action. Costumes. Special effects. Intense drama. The theatrical styles of both became deeply rooted in Japan’s stories.

And later American Daytime TV.

Cut to 1954 when Japan released a film that starred a giant monster serving as a metaphor for the social commentary on nuclear warfare.

And eventually serve as an example to Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson on how to star in a franchise of over 30 films.

Godzilla would not only birth the giant monster genre (Kaiju), it would also serve as the birth of another genre, one that encapsulates everything Japan had been building towards since the 17th century. Tokusatsu.

Thus, the weird became the elite.

Fantastic stories with horror and sci-fi elements became extremely popular in Japan, eventually leading to the first live action superhero, Super Giant, or Starman here in the States.

Just Joey to his Uncle Frank.

From there grew Planet Prince, Ultraman, Kamen Rider, Moonlight Mask, and eventually the most well known, Super Sentai, still growing strong today both in Japan and here in the US as Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers.

Oh, don’t forget the Emissary from Hell.

But let’s go back to the term Kaiju… and 4th Century BC.

All these time jumps, you’d think I was The Doctor. That or Christopher Nolan.

While a popular Japanese term, Kaiju was derived from an ancient Chinese work of literature entitled “Classic of Mountains and Seas“, a book full of mythological information, notably a compilation of fictional locales and strange beasts. But why bring this up? Why mention any of this? What does this have to do with 1975? What the f**k is this article about? WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME DAD?!

Well, I bring up the relation between Japan and China because Tokusatsu soon spread in popularity to the rest of Asia, eventually reaching Hong Kong in the 70’s, where Kung Fu movies were all the rage. And who were the Kings of Kung Fu? Just ask Quentin Tarantino or The Wu-Tang Clan.

Yeah, you know EXACTLY what this means.

The Shaw Bros. were four magical siblings (Runje, Runme, Run Run, and Runde) who built a film studio that produced over one THOUSAND films (including Blade Runner!!!) and made Kung Fu its own genre with classics like The Five (Deadly) Venoms, Legendary Weapons of China, Five Elements Ninjas…

…and let’s say all of them.

Superheroes were becoming a tradition by now, and every country wanted one. The US had Superman. Japan’s first superhero (and possibly the first superhero ever) was Golden Bat (who did eventually get a Tokusatsu treatment). Naturally China wanted to play too, especially after Kamen Rider and Ultraman had grown super popular there.

Cue Run Run Shaw to leap in and begin the assembly of a new, action packed superhero film. One that would need a story driven by that unyielding spirit of truth, justice, and freedom that beats at the heart of the most recognizable superheroes.

And Care Bears.

With that, I want to tell you the story of Ni Cong.

Gather ’round.

Ni Cong was living in Shanghai during the 1950’s. Another time jump, yes, but this one has the most significance to this article in my opinion. Ni was a public security officer under the Chinese Communist Party, who was tasked with the unfortunate job of writing death sentences.

One day, he questioned his superiors as to why the listed offence for a man’s upcoming execution was simply “being a landlord”. The chief immediately threatened Ni with death if he asked any more questions, and Ni complied out of fear. His conscience soon weighed heavy from his work, and he decided to escape to Hong Kong in 1957, just three years after Godzilla released in Japan and birthed Tokusatsu.

Ni, regretful of his actions, has since stated he is an anti-communist, fearful of his people suffering until the communist regime still present in China is stopped. He also has said that individual freedom is the most important value in the world, including the inherit respect for others’ personal freedoms as well.

Sound familiar?

Ni Cong became a writer. Besides penning a popular series of works called The Wisely Series, he also created a character called Chen Zhen.

You may have heard of him.

Oh, did I mention Ni was working for the Shaw Bros., writing some of their hits?

How’s that for an origin story?

Ni had turned his power of writing into something good, and he was now working alongside the masters of action films in China. Together with Run Run and cinematographer newly turned director Hua Shan, Ni would combine elements inspired by not only sentai heroes like Kamen Rider and Ultraman, but American heroes like Superman as well.

There was a subtle hint on the poster.

It would be called 中國超人(ZhōngGuóChāoRén) which translates directly to “The Chinese Superman”, and it would tell the story of a fearless officer Lei Ma in the distant future of 2015 (Taking that “in the year 2000” and turning it up to 11) who would eventually volunteer himself (and “go through the sufferings of hell”) to be  transformed into Earth’s only protection from the newly arisen Demon Princess Elzebub and her minions, hell-bent on destroying all of humanity.

You know, that old story.

Sleek outfit, cool helmet, bikes, awesome “henshin” transformations, stylish poses, martial arts. Growing into a 60ft killing machine.

Check, check, and checkity check check.

“The Chinese Superman” would become China’s first superhero and essentially the first Chinese Sci-Fi film. That meant many visuals would be needed, thus becoming the first Shaw Bros. production to use storyboards.

Because this shit was going to be bananas.

So in December of 1974, Run Run began the two month pre-production process of–

F**K!!! We gotta go back to the past again. Just a couple decades.

“It’s your article, Bo! Something has to be done about your article!”

August 6, 1952. The year of the motherf**king dragon. The 771th anniversary of the day both China AND Japan first observed a supernova (SN-1181). Coincidence?!

Wait. You don’t know what happened yet. Hold that thought.

A young boy was born, a baby even, named Li Hsiu Hsien. A few years later, he and his family would move from Shanghai to Hong Kong.

Growing up, he didn’t do well in school, but not from a lack of trying. He would often skip school to work, supporting his family, and he dreamed of becoming a police officer, holding the highest regard for them and their duty to protect.

Remember those f**king days?

And he almost became a police officer, enrolling after high school but never completing the courses. Why?

Take this moment to prepare for jaw droppage.

(Takes a deep breath)

Li Hsiu Hsien, a man born from the energy of a supernova dragon, obsessed with the noble heroics of being a police officer, decided at 17 to enroll in the Shaw Bros. Studios Acting School, just shortly before a certain writer with a passion for freedom, would create a character that was an officer turned superhero!

(Takes another deep breath)


Everything seemed to align. By now, he was known by his stage name, Danny Lee. Danny had a few films under his belt at the studio, ones notable for being experimental.

Come 1974, “The Chinese Superman” would need to cast a heroic lead. Perhaps one with a black belt in both Judo and Karate. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to have some motorcycle experience.


Danny Lee was the perfect choice to cast as Lei Ma, the man who would become our titular hero. Oh, don’t feel bad about Li dropping from the academy. Later in his career, he got to be a cop after all. He played so many honest, hardworking cops in popular movies, he’s widely respected by police, referred to as Inspector/Officer (seriously take a moment and look at the names of his characters during the 80s), and is considered an honorary officer.

Maybe because of small movies like this by some guy named John Woo.

The studios have the script. The sets are being designed. Next would be what every decent Tokusatsu production requires. The costumes. But who would build them?

More importantly, can I drink a Coke through them?

Imagine needing:

One superhero costume…

…uniforms for everyone working at Science Headquarters…

…one evil Princess…

…her dragonoid form…

…her evil servant…

Though there was less to build here.

…a buttload of skeleton henchman…

…and not one, not two, but SEVEN monsters for our hero to do battle with throughout the course of the film.

“Welp, pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er.”

Authenticity, if such a weird, magical thing exists in this genre, was wanted, and the Shaw Bros. didn’t skimp. So they went directly to the source. Or should I say, “Kamen Rode” to the source.

That’s dumb, but you get where I’m Kamen Riding with this.

Members from both Ekisu Productions and Yagi Brothers Ekisu Productions, the Japanese teams known for their work with Toei…

Yes. THAT Toei.

…were hired to design and construct the costumes. And Godzilladamn, did they pull it off.

Or put them on. Whatever. Look at ’em!

But the borrowing didn’t stop there. Aside from all the familiar tropes present in the Tokusatsu hits from Japan, they even made sure it sounded like the real thing by using selected music from both Ultra Seven and Mirrorman.

“I’ll give it right back, Toru Fuyuki. Promise”

Over a 100 days later, the actors, artists, production crew, writer, and director remixed Asian/American Sci-Fi, Pop Culture into a Tokusatsu so pitch perfect, it’s considered as such, despite the technicality of being from China and not Japan. It even helped spawn a new sub-genre to accommodate everything in China that followed. China-Toku.

More helmets and giant robots? Yes please.

Though everyone themselves had “gone through the sufferings of hell”, the excitement for the project was palpable. Everyone involved knew they were pioneering something radical and spectacular, and that enthusiasm spilled over into marketing.

There were comic strips released in the papers:

Contests for children, including a coloring competition:

The even had a huge public celebration in a park where kids showed up to find Danny Lee himself IN COSTUME:

No offense, but f**k Santa.

There, it would also be the first movie in Hong Kong to use hot air balloons to advertise the movie:

🎶Up, up and away in my beautiful, Chinese Superman Balloooooon!🎶

“The Chinese Superman” was revolutionary. It was full of action, adventure, excitement, and magic. The kids in China were already enthralled with its superhero. It was the Star Wars of China a whole two years before Star Wars.

And it barely made it’s money back when it was released in August of 1975.

🎶Ba-du-daduh. Bwaaaaaaam.🎶

Why? Lots of potential reasons, but when all is said and done…

Wait. All isn’t said and done.

All the talk of how revolutionary the film was in both special effects and design drew international attention, and the foreign markets were very interested, even accepting the film into Cannes. This, of course, put eyes on it from worldwide distributors.

One such man was Joseph Brenner, a producer who bought the North American rights and distributed it theatrically under a shortened version of its US title.

Now you’re hopefully starting to see where “infrafan” is going with this whole thing.

Infra-Man (The Super Inframan) became a success in the US the following year, even with a limited release. Armed with a new opening, a classically cheesy English dub, and new character names (Lei Ma became Ray Ma and Elzebub became… Princess Dragon Mom. Bitchin’.), the reviews were mostly positive, including one that carries some serious credence:

“It’s a classy, slick production by the Shaw Brothers, the Hong Kong Kung Fu kings. When they stop making movies like INFRA-MAN, a tiny light will go out of the world.” – ROGER EBERT

Damn right it will.

Run Run was so happy with the success in the States, he ALMOST made a sequel called Infrawoman. But by then, the scene had changed in Hong Kong, and interests in monsters and sci-fi had fallen back to more traditional fantasy and folklore martial arts.

It’s fine. I’m fine.

But Inframan still had some energy left in his nuclear reactor. The movie became a syndicated mainstay on American television alongside the occasional re-release in local movie theaters, garnering enough popularity to earn a home video release in 1985 through Prism, smack dab in the middle of the golden age of VHS.

This is the first image I ever saw of him, and it was as if he himself was laser etching it into my brain.

I cannot stress how vital this moment was to me. Seeing this on the shelf at a local video store in its fatass, clamshell box, bigger than any other film on the shelf both physically and metaphorically changed me. I rented it so much, I practically owned it. And this spread to other video stores, constantly searching for it time and time again as I grew until the tragic day it was lost in the demise of closing video stores. I dug and dug through the most mediocre of releases being sold off in massive piles of a dying format.

And I always came up empty, having to relinquish hope the day the stores closed their doors for good.

Hope Floats though, right? See? Two copies over there.

Little did I know that a series of tubes called “The Interweb” was becoming more accessible, and movies like Hackers were no longer fantasy.

So I vowed two things:

  1. My internet handle would be infrafan.
Seriously. I watched Hackers A LOT.

2. I would find a copy of Inframan somehow.

And those days would eventually arrive. I found a bootleg DVD of the ol’ Prism release and not the odd re-release Goodtimes Entertainment did where they altered the opening credits (already having been altered once for the US release) for no f**king reason.

Seriously, they even re-renamed all the monsters, and then had the “brilliant” idea to show the Princess’ dragon form and label it as a separate monster! Those F**KING IDIOTS!!!

Octopus Monster? He’s clearly a Plant Monster!

Ok. So let’s make our last jump back to the early 2000’s…

…and hope it’s the leap that takes us back home.

Likely around 2004, my friend Liam Gilliam is on leave in Chicago, walking through Chinatown when he spotted a couple choice items and sent them back to me as gifts.

One was a figure of Sesshomaru, my favorite character from the anime Inuyasha.

The other was this:

Pretty sure I teared up.

I never expected this film would ever see an official release, much less be in widescreen (which I had never seen before at that time) and have both the american dub AND the original Cantonese audio, music and all.

There is not a lot of merch for this film. I know because I was so desperate for some during those days, I sculpted and painted a mini-bust.


What little there is now can be very pricey and/or so rare, you never see them for sale.

Like ever. *Sigh*

But a high end vinyl figure was distributed by Unbox Industries here in the US, which I promptly pre-ordered… then reluctantly cancelled because I realized I was, in fact, poor and being a lil’ too optimistic that I’d have a spare $100 to spend.

A fan can dream, right?

When they came out, I got a package at my doorstep and was shocked to find said figure lying inside. One I hadn’t paid for receiving.

And I immediately contacted Unbox Industries to let them know of their mistake. I couldn’t in good conscience keep it. Even offered to send it to someone who did order one.


I get an email back from one of the main guys from Unbox; he told me it must have been meant for me, so keep it.

For reelz?

I did eventually become infrafan online as well (Spoiler, I guess if you didn’t find this article through my social media.). Search and ye shall find me. It even serves as my artist name.

Which makes it ™ bitches.

Look. I know I’m not the only fan of this movie. I’m not the first. I won’t be the last.

So what is the point of all this? What am I trying to accomplish here?

Do I even know?

I know this article has been all over the place and certainly too long, but Inframan is that important to me. It’s one of the base elements of my love for storytelling, systemically branching out and showing me who I am by exposing the things I love.

I am a fan of Inframan.

And in the process of trying to share that love with you during the film’s 45th anniversary, during this crazy, CRAZY year, I discovered something unexpected myself. It wasn’t just the action, the designs, the special effects, or even the story that made Inframan so important.

It was the people and their stories. Ones of hardship, oppression, and overcoming it all to give their explosive passion over to a singularity. That type of love for both life and art only serve to remind us that, with all our differences and distances, we are all the same. We love a good story where… you know what? I think the director of The Super Inframan said it best.

Society as a whole has a vivid imagination. People like to dream. People want to lose themselves in a fantasy realm where they gain extraordinary strength to overcome natural disasters and eradicate great evils in the name of peace. The purpose of making this movie is to capture the audiences’ imagination; to make them believe the unbelievable.” – Director HUA SHAN

And I do.

Now if only they’d let me write that sequel…

The Super Inframan is currently available on Amazon Prime.

And if you’re interested in an extensive look behind the scenes of how the film was produced, including some of the info and photos I used, I strongly urge you to read this fantastic article over at Cool Ass Cinema called Celluloid Trails: The Making of The Super Inframan.

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Batman Day

I originally intended to have another piece to show today, but I underestimated how long it would take with all the detail going into it. So I decided to post this one instead for the moment.

A Short Time Ago In A Nearby Writer’s Head…

“First off, I would like to state this alternate ending of RISE OF SKYWALKER is more of a writing exercise than a commentary on the film. I myself still do not know where I stand in terms of my overall verdict of the newest trilogy, and I think it may take some time before I find find a firm opinion.

That said, this is strictly for fun, and you’re free to talk about this in any way you see fit, as long as it is NOT argumentative. Discuss, enjoy, but keep it civil.

Oh, and MAJOR SPOILER ALERT. I mean, while this is an alternate take, it does play on major established threads from the finale of the film, so do be mindful of both this and the possible comments below.

Thank you!”

– Bo Chappell




The Emperor bombards Rey with electricity from his decayed fingers, the blade of Leia’s lightsaber absorbing as much of the sinister energy as it can withstand.



Kylo was right about you. You are nothing. A vessel nearly unworthy of my presence if not for the blood coursing through your veins. My blood.


(struggling to hold back The Emperor’s attack)

No! I can hear their voices; the Force speaks to me!


A CACOPHONY of Jedi Master VOICES from the past SPEAK to Rey.




Oh? And what do the dead say to you youngling?


As Rey courageously holds the powerful Sith energy back, a HAND EMERGES from the pit in the rear of the room.





That this is the Sith’s end!


The Emperor, angered, UNLEASHES nearly all of his power upon Rey, forcing her to take a knee and rest upon the remains of her tenacity and faith.




KYLO REN rises from his near demise and leaps through the air, using the Force to pull his grandfather’s nearby lightsaber to his hand and land triumphantly beside Rey.


His lightsaber IGNITES, crossing with Rey’s  blade and fortifying their shield. Rey STANDS and, together, they push against the unruly stream of electricity.


Kylo begins to HEAR the VOICES too. Empowering words of encouragement from the fallen heroes before. Eerily familiar voices that speak directly to Rey and Kylo, giving them strength to overpower The Emperor’s deadly force.



(in unison, countless voices joining them)



The Emperor’s energy is fed back to him, OBLITERATING his body and the body of his followers into nothingness. A BLINDING LIGHT of goodness.



(dying echos)



The returning silence in the chamber fades to the nearby SOUNDS of the rebellion above Exegol, defeating the remaining Star Destroyers, now unprotected by The Emperor’s dark magic.


Kylo, winded, turns to Rey, only then able to look at her without feeling guilt. But to his horror, she is collapsed on the floor.


Kylo DROPS his lightsaber and races to find  Rey has been MORTALLY WOUNDED from The Emperor’s final attack. An almost viral burn traveling up her left side, her neck, and to her chest.


Kylo PLACES HIS HAND over the center of her heavily burned chest, ready to return the favor she gave on Kef Bir and surrender his life force to save her.


But she SHAKES HER HEAD with tears in her eyes.



They speak to us. Even now.


(holding back tears)

I hear them.


Then you know what they are saying.


But why you? I…so much darkness…it should be me.


I must move forward in the light, just as you must.

His hand hovers over her badly burned side, down her arm, and to her expectant hand.


Their hands clasp together.




Welcome home, Ben.


Rey’s eyes glass over, her breathing slows to a standstill, and her grip on Ben’s hand releases, all before her body goes limp in his arms.


Kylo…Ben, holds her body to his chest and CRIES silently for the one who brought Ben home.




Leia’s body dissipates from underneath her death shroud. Maz Kanata’s lowers her head in respect before returning her gaze to the skies above.




The final Star Destroyers fall from the darkened skies, the resistance victorious against the final threat from a ghost. The surviving pilots joyous..




All but one who senses heartache. Loss.



(to himself)





As the resistance returns to base in celebration, a troubled Finn searches for Rey amongst the heroes.



Poe, I can’t find Rey.



We still haven’t received communication from her, Finn, it doesn’t mean…


An Oubliette-class transport ship lands nearby. The Night Buzzard. The former ship of the Knights of Ren.




Why hasn’t that ship been shot down? Who gave clearance?


Maz Kanata walks up next to Poe and Finn, joined by Chewbacca.



I did.


Finn’s feelings grow faint, Poe and Chewie ready their weapons.




You won’t need those here.


The CARGO DOOR of the ship OPENS. Steam SPRAYS outward, and from the fog emerges Ben, carrying the body of Rey wrapped up in his cloak. Ben’s sadness cannot be masked.


Finn knows, and his heart breaks, crying and collapsing to the ground in devastation.





Chewie RUSHES to Ben, feeling Ben’s familiar presence instead of Kylo’s. Ben looks into the eyes of his childhood friend, now filled with tears, and PLACES Rey into Chewie’s arms.


The celebration evaporates to the fallen. The price for victory revealed.


Poe, lost, helps Finn up to join Chewbacca’s side as they look to Rey’s peaceful face being unveiled. Chewie WHIMPERS softly and NUZZLES her head.


Poe DRAWS his BLASTER and AIMS it directly at Ben. Ben closes his eyes.





What do you mean, no?!


This is what she died for. She…


…saved me.


Saved you? From what?


From the darkness. She saved us all.


Poe LOWERS his WEAPON, the truth apparent in Finn’s words and Ben’s eyes.


Chewie WHIMPERS LOUDER, and all who surround Rey share their grief for the fallen Jedi who lead them all to peace in the galaxy.




As the galaxy rejoices to word of the New Order’s defeat, so too does the word of the Jedi named Rey and her passing, her story destined to become legend.


Finn STEPS FORWARD from a crowd of those who knew Ray, torch in hand. Rey’s body, wrapped up and adorned with trinkets, rests atop a pyre, SET ABLAZE by the torch.


Finn returns to the group made up of Poe, Chewie, Maz, C-3P0, R2-D2, Rose, Zorri, Babu, Lando, Jannah, BB-8, and in the distance, Ben, who watches with great sadness but also great affection.


Ben gives a knowing NOD to Chewie, who NODS back before watching Ben WALK AWAY.


Poe and Finn CHASE him down as he is about to leave in the Night Buzzard.




Ben stops on the cargo door.



Leia…Rey…they would have… I want you to stay with us.



Help us rebuild.


I will return, in time.


Space wizard stuff, right?


(masked grin)

Something like that. Yes.


What about the Falcon?


I trust you to take good care of her. I also trust Chewie will have your arms ripped off otherwise. Oh, and don’t let Lando play either of you in Sabacc. I heard stories.


(to himself as he walks away)

I’m pretty good at Sabacc.


Finn shares one last exchange with Ben as the cargo door closes.





Ben pauses, looking to Finn.



May the Force be with you.




The door seals with a HISS, the engines POWER ON, and Ben FLIES AWAY, his thoughts on his mother, his father, his uncle, and Rey.




Ben Solo walks the dunes of the desert planet, arriving at the former home of Beru and Owen Lars.


Ben stops near the home and lies down a cloth. On top, he places Leia’s Lightsaber. Beside it, Luke’s. Wrapping then up neatly together, Ben uses the Force to bury the pair of Jedi weapons deep into the sand beside his Uncle’s childhood home.


Before Ben can leave, a PASSERBY, old in her years, SPEAKS to him.



No one has been in that house for ages now. Did you know them before?


I would have liked to.


The passerby notices Ben’s newly constructed Lightsaber hanging from his belt beneath his robes.



Are you a Jedi Master?


Ben pauses, thoughtful of his answer.



No. I’m a Skywalker


The old woman continues on as Ben steps up to the hill overlooking the vast dunes just as the two suns set in the horizon. Ben’s silhouette rests in the lower sun, and a ghost from the past materializes beside him, encapsulating the other.



I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.


Ben is taken aback, knowing that the spirit standing beside him is his true grandfather, ANAKIN SKYWALKER.


Before Ben can speak, Anakin asks him a question.




Would you like to finish what you have started?


Anakin MOTIONS behind him, and in the distance, the spirit of Luke, Obi-Wan, and Yoda appear.


Ben feels the pride and love swell inside him and gives a NOD with tears of joy held back. Solo WALKS with his grandfather and JOINS the others, ready to begin again.




A Friend In Need


2020 is almost upon us, and as we soar into the future, there’s one notable person who seems to be having trouble keeping up when he should be leading us.

In a recent Forbes article making the rounds (which it itself lacks the understanding of the character if read), it’s being said DC and Warner Bros. are up in arms about what to do with Superman in the Golden Age of Superhero Cinema.



Somehow, the original superhero, one of the most beloved and recognizable characters of, well, EVER, is having trouble being represented in modern media. It certainly isn’t from a lack of trying. Brandon Routh’s performance in the soft reboot of the franchise SUPERMAN RETURNS was generally loved while the movie was…not. He’ll be getting a much anticipated second go, but on the small screen during the CW’s CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS event.


Supes’ up.

The latest big screen actor, Henry Cavill, has had an uneven start himself, playing the big man in three films thus far (MAN OF STEEL, BATMAN V. SUPERMAN, and JUSTICE LEAGUE) and still not finding a steady spotlight. Cavill himself has even gone on record recently and expressed his own wishes to portray Superman in a fitting story. So why is it so hard for WB to make a solid Superman film? And why does fucking Aquaman have a better foothold?


Oh. Sploosh.

Back when live action superheroes were still being treated as kid stuff, the miracle that was SUPERMAN:THE MOVIE was released in 1978 and, for many today, is still the version many point to when they talk about Supes. For good reason too. Christopher Reeve, while apprehensive of being attached to the character at first, grew to accept, embrace, and love being synonymous with the alter ego, later going on to tell future Superman voice actor George Newbern that it was the best thing to ever happen to him. Reeve would go on to play him on the big screen four times in total, but by the last go, audiences and screenwriters alike had left the Man of Tomorrow in the past.

SUPERMAN IV: THE QUEST FOR PEACE is an interesting place to start though. Say what you want about the film (and my God, people do), but even here there are examples of Superman’s character being understood. The key one to me is Superman’s reaction to the world’s increasing violence. In the 1987 sequel, Superman is put on the spot when asked by an elementary student “Why doesn’t he just step in and rid the world of war?” It’s a question often asked, even answered in the early animated shorts.


There was quite a line to punch Hitler back then, but I digress.

Kal-El is forced to evaluate his powers, his ancestry, his moral code, everything he had learned and meditated upon up to that point in his life, and try to decide whether or not he should step in and essentially better the planet by force.

To which, after much soul searching, he responds by showing up to the United Nations and states he will rid the world of Nuclear Weapons, and THAT is exactly what his greatest enemy, Lex Luthor, expected him to do.



Long story short, Supes nearly dies and puts the entire world in greater danger by doing what he thought was right, and only by undoing that damage and severing his last lifeline with Krypton (his home world now long gone) does he come to terms with his role on his adoptive planet.

Superman realizes he cannot lead by force, but by example. He tells the people of the world that, well, I’ll just let him speak for himself:

So why am I talking about this? That was over 30 years ago in one of the more poorly received Superman films, and it still BOOMS with relevancy, but more importantly, inspiration.

Superman made a mistake in a misguided attempt to better the world because he is still learning to be a human, not a God. That, to me, is Superman’s true power. His greatest strength and weakness. His goodness. Christopher Reeve got that because when asked about playing Superman, he, well, again, I’ll let him tell you:

He’s a friend. Kal-El was orphaned, (mostly but that’s ThunderNerd talk) his entire planet was destroyed, and he was raised by another that, more often than not, feared outsiders. He was grateful, and had the vision to see the world not as divided groups, but as human beings. A singularity. One that had the greatest potential to be just as good, noble, honest, and helpful as he was because he learned it from them. Superman always sees the good in people, and strives to be just that. Good.

I asked the people of Twitter specifically what it is about Superman they love, and I got some great answers:





The Grey Rooms Podcast even posted a link to an excerpt from the comics.

And going back to that out of touch Forbes article about making Superman relevant? The most beautiful thing happened. Retweet after retweet, fans came to the defense of Superman, still wanting his return to the big screen.



And one in particular caught my eye:


Being good is the most difficult thing to be sometimes because selflessness is needed in abundance, and reward never expected. Plus people have one of two reactions when confronted with genuine, sincere goodness in people. Either they’re inspired to better themselves and those around them, or they doubt and ridicule because they themselves lack in character, only to inevitably stress test that very thing they are missing. Skepticism in its most dangerous form.

So what happened then to the point the general public view Superman this way:


It’s easy really. This is how Superman is inevitably written. In fact, this is one of writer Alan Moore’s (Watchmen, V for Vendetta) biggest pet peeves with the genre. In a 2016 interview with Variety, Moore had this to say:


To Moore, comic book heroes represented the best of a childhood. Imaginative stories to keep our brains curious and filled with wonder. But Moore also thinks that where they should stay, and his time with working on these classic characters was just a job in the industry. One he never sought. With this mindset, it’s easy to see how he would want to break down the ideas and perceptions we have for superheroes in works like WATCHMEN, but that’s another article.


One Alan Moore is dying to read, I’m sure.

So let’s say, much like the toy and video game industry, that comic book audiences have shifted to the older crowd, thus changing how Superman is written. This very much carries with it a couple of problems that have been seen in recent attempts on the silver screen.

First off, because Superman’s powers have changed so much from inception (seriously. He couldn’t even fly at first.), unless you do the research and have an understanding of his powers, it’s VERY easy for them to reach obscene levels. And they often do, as another tweet pointed out:


Superman’s powers solved the problems. Not Superman. Again, the Max Fleischer shorts and Timmverse series understood Superman was powerful, but had limits. To compare, while most movies have Superman breathing in space fine, The Animated Series had him wearing a space suit.


Because “Duh”

Even in the comics, Green Lantern would have to pop a dome over his head. Superman, even with his powers, has to have limits, and kryptonite shouldn’t always be the excuse. If we can’t achieve the work of Superman on some level, as a group, then what is he truly inspiring? Worship? Nah man. He wouldn’t want that, so don’t make him out to be a God that can do anything.


Like, I dunno, this.

Another thing most screenwriters and executives have failed to notice is Superman’s rogue gallery is basically individualized tests against his character. Brainiac challenges his ancestry and logic. Parasite threatens his powers. Metallio defies the humanity he loves, his heart replaced by kyrptonite. Darkseid flat out stands against everything Clark does by ushering in war and death.

And yet NONE of these have made it to the big screen yet. And look, I get it. Lex Luthor IS Superman’s biggest threat because he thinks:

  • Kal-El is both undeserving of and selfish with his powers
  • An alien capable of ruling shouldn’t be allowed to exist, even as a do-gooder
  • He’s better simply because he’s an American citizen who rose to power sans superhuman abilities
  • Goodness and hope is a falsity to exploit for money and power

He is the anti-Superman. The worst of America. The other side of his coin, and he should be the main villain dealt with because Lex hides amongst us with more deception than Clark ever did.

But every. Fucking. Movie?

Literally. From 1978, there have been 8 films starring Superman. Lex has been a featured villain in 6 of those.


SUPERMAN III took the bold choice of going with a rich, white entrepreneur as its villain.

But the biggest belief that seems to be the problem as of late is that, to make a superhero believable, he must be “dark and gritty.”


Again, SUPERMAN III. Bold.

To argue this point quickly, all I ask is that you compare Tobey Maguire’s Spider-Man to Tom Holland’s.


No. Damn it. Wait a second.

What I mean is Maguire’s portrayal relied heavily on the pressure to be a superhero. (I’m sure there’s some way to sum up that feeling he had.) Because of that, his Spidey was more emotional, stressed out, and it constantly drove him to want to be rid of it.

Holland experiences the same pressure of responsibility, but not once does it occur to him to quit. In fact, he loves being Spider-Man. It’s who he really is inside.

Now I dare to ask. Which Spider-Man is more popular in the general consensus?


I stand corrected, but this only proves my point more.

While the pros and cons of responsibility play heavily in any superhero’s life, Superman never strays from the path his parents set him on, though he knew his life was his own.

To me, Superman isn’t dark. He can have darkness in his life, but his life isn’t darkness. That’s The Batman’s territory. Superman is the light of hope. He is someone who chooses to walk among us as an equal, despite being a literal superman and adopted as an American icon. You telling me you can’t write a character who has to wrestle with his powers, his responsibilities, his ancestry, and his obligations to ideals laid upon him, all while staying true to who he is at his core? Fighting for truth, justice, and the pursuit of happiness in a melting pot?



I know this article has got out of hand, so let me wrap it up by saying this.

I love Superman. I dream of him, being him often. To be able to travel the world and bring it together by showing everyone all it takes is believing one another long enough to help. 

Superman will be immortal as long as goodness is sought, and it’s nice to have someone to point to, fictional or not, and say be like that guy. To wear a symbol and show your beliefs in all that is good.


Ok. He was a decent guy too.

Yeah, Superman hasn’t had much luck on the big screen, but he has been soaring triumphantly on TV. Though there are many to name, for me it’s Superman The Animated Series, and then later Justice League & Justice League Unlimited. It’s no coincidence that’s where you’ll find a top notch Lois as well.



Damn straight.

Tim Daly and George Newbern both had their time voicing the character (Newbern would take over during the JL years), and from the very beginning, the writers embraced the sci-fi of Superman’s lore, the incredibly epic but equally underrated rogues gallery, the understanding that kryptonite wasn’t his only weakness, that Superman’s powers had limits AS LONG AS YOU WROTE THEM. They understood, above all, that character dictates story, and not the other way round. They knew Superman.

So when Alan Moore, who unapologetically dislikes superheroes, can write some of the singular best Superman stories of all time (For the Man Who Has Everything, Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow?), there really isn’t an excuse.

And that ultimately brings me to the point of this article. Superman is the story of an alien survivor of a world, jettisoned into the galaxy by his parents like a space Moses and lands on Earth where he was raised by humans, learns our sun gives him powers and radioactive pieces of his homeworld weaken him.

And what does he do in response? 

He decides to repay the debt by protecting the planet, no, the UNIVERSE, from alien gods, evil sentient computers,  cyborgs, robots, mutants, and evil men of power. Oh, and he does all this while trying to have a normal, human life with the woman he loves and stay humble, and not once does he reject who he is and what he must do.

I don’t know if I’ve ever said this publicly, but I mean it. ANY writer who complains Superman is “too hard” to write for is fucking lazy.


I want to leave you with a piece of music that, when I close my eyes, I can be Superman too. I hope it lets you fly as well.

I wanna thank all the people on Twitter who contributed to this article, and of course to Jerry Siegal, Joe Shuster, and all the other talented individuals who keep Superman alive.

If you happen to like what you read, I have written stories myself. Links to all my work can be found in the Menu. Thank you for reading this. Have an awesome holiday season, and I hope to see you next year.