Hello everyone. This is my comic strip “Bruno”, which I ran for eleven years, and now am re-running here again for you. Images will be larger (and much cleaner, especially the first year or so), more original artwork will be for sale, and there will be annotations.
The old archive is still available, and the book set is also current available (not sure how many are left).
I will also be using “tags” for all the characters in each strip, so you can more easily follow a specific character’s story or reference them, especially useful since there are literally hundreds of characters.
Bruno’s history?… Back in 1994 I began Bruno for my college newspaper, the Daily Collegian. After a couple years it almost fizzled out, but a friend of mine had a website which needed content, and so in 1996 I restarting the strip from the beginning, re-drawing much of the first half year, and re-lettering even more.
Bruno then ran online from 1996-2007. A hell of a run, but after 11 years, it was time for me to try something new. That “something” was Little Dee, which I am also beginning a re-run of today, so read that too!
And, of course, my current strip Spacetrawler, which runs Monday and Wednesday.
best,
-Christopher
Most strips come from me hearing something, and finding it interesting enough to ponder. Even though it was over 15 years ago, reading this strip jogs the memory of my dad and brother having this conversation.
In fact, in the original version of this strip, the man on the right WAS Bruno’s brother. Upon revision, I decided that it worked best with her as an only child.
Is/was Bruno me? In ways, yes. I did not feel as dismissive of their thoughts as she does, but I believe I was the only one attending school at the time (although my dad was, and still is, working in the education system).
In my mind, Tom Selleck was the mustache representative of “guy” at the time I wrote this strip, as I was still living in the 80s in my mind, and replaying Magnum PI in my head. Actually, might be good to know, I stopped watching television in the late 80s, and so, my pop cultural references were not much expanded after that.
I used to worry more about a mid-life crisis than I do now. I think that after choosing your path at age 18, and you find yourself at 40, and you remember you might have had dreams, and you try to find them again, and it comes out of your still 18 year old arrested development self, and it ends up looking like a sports car.
I think it’s a fine thing. I think it’s good to explore your dreams. Good to say, what more could I be, could I experience. Just as I think it is good to look at what you have and remember how much you value it.
Anyhow, my life has been a roller-coaster of weirdness. So, the whole concept of a mid-life crisis is a bit turned on its head for me. It probably won’t show up, or shows up repetitively, or will look like a kangaroo or an omelet.
I think I named cat “Cat” because that was the name I called all cats.
I like that the concerns of cats are not always our concerns.
I think I wrote this about the movie Benny and Joon. by coincidence, a year or two later I would negotiate an option contract for “Bruno” with the director of Benny & Joon, Jeremiah Chechik (which never got put in production).
Sheesh. I used to have some real conflicts with compliments. Years later I learned to say “thank you” and enjoy it.
This was an actual incident someone told me (forgot who at this point). I have no idea if the person who told it to me was the person house-sitting, if they were exaggerating, if it was a huge bathroom, or what. But it was interesting to write this behavior in my protagonist, a behavior which wouldn’t even occur to me.
Aw, my old doggie-mac. What a lovely design those had.
This still bugs me, that we’re taught that people have genius or not. And although there are the occasional savants, it mostly is work, and through work, improvement.
So, maybe it’s inconsiderate of my eyes, when they glaze over, upon someone telling me of things they’ve always wanted to do, but haven’t done because they are not a savant.
Harsh, Bruno. Harsh.
Of course, in her defense, I imagine his protestations (despite her clarity) were persistent, which can be rather inconsiderate too.