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I’m a cartoonist living in Portland Oregon. I recently finished a graphic novel called The Chairs’ Hiatus which you can read for free.

Come back when you can and I’ll try and make it worth it.

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  • March 6, 2010 9:07 pm
    wobwobwobwob:




I like this. But: Do you mean with or without my name/return information? Am I supposed to make this person a penpal of sorts or just leave them an anonymous letter that we’ll both always wonder about?




That’s a good question. Either way would be good. If it were me, I would put it in the tree with out my name.



Here’s a story as to why.



I have a friend named Aaron who, when he was around 9 years old, found an abandoned cassette tape. On it was a recording of two kids that he had never met doing an audio parody of Star Trek using a home tape recorder, sound-fx toys, and a record player for background music.



The two boys forget their lines, forget who is playing which charecter, and squeal with laughter at their own jokes. The fact that they changed the name of the starship from “Enterprise” to “Boobyprize” should give you idea what kind of parody it was. I’ve listened to the tape. There are parts that are legitimately funny, parts that are ridiculous and silly, and parts that are so obscured by noise that you can’t really tell what’s going on.



Yet, for all it’s flaws, the 9 year old Aaron fell in love with the thing. He once told me it was one of the most hysterical, amazing things he owned, and that it had profoundly impacted the kind of art and music he’s made in the years since. He quotes the funniest lines from it to this day.



But beyond the entertainment value of the recording (which, to some, might be questionable) Aaron was fascinated with who these kids were, why they had recorded this thing, and thrilled to found something so uniquely strange.



“If I had found Boobieprize today would I have liked it as much? Probably not. But there was something magical about finding that tape when I did. It’s a parody of Star Trek by people that don’t really know much about Star Trek. It’s not full of inside jokes that only treckies would get, they change the charecters, it makes no sense. Back then, before the internet, where I lived, it was so rare to find strange stuff. It seems, now that we have the web, that theres a bit of magic that’s gone, because it’s lifted so many barriers to things. I’m not really into exclusivity, I don’t need to be the only one who knows about something to enjoy it, but the web kind of takes away from the magic of doing the legwork.” Aaron told me.



Aaron originally played me the tape several years ago when we were in a band together. He told me it was one of his goals with the music we were making. He liked the idea of making something for someone else to find someday and have the same experience that he had with this crappy parody. It’s creators didn’t use their names and asking for nothing in return. It was mysterious.



More than a decade later Aaron decided to try and hunt down the creators of the tape. After questioning people in his home town he discovered the name of one of the boys, and with that found his contact information on the web and called him.



“Boy, was that a mistake.” Aaron told me.







The kids on the tape turned out to be Eric Ebbenga and Aaron J. Higgens, two school friends who were now full grown adults. It turns out, had recorded sixteen of these adventures between grade school and collage. They were so surprised and excited to hear that someone they had never met had taken such an interest in their tape that they sent Aaron copies of their complete archive.



Predictably, none of the new episodes measured up to the magic Aaron had found in the original. He suspects that a lot has to do with the time and place that he discovered it but I suspect that part of it is related to the mystery about who made it and why being solved.



Aaron got permission from the tapes creators to put the audio from his tape and one other episode it on his Interview Press website. You can listen to a preview (which takes quite a while to start playing) or download the whole thing. View high resolution

    wobwobwobwob:

    I like this. But: Do you mean with or without my name/return information? Am I supposed to make this person a penpal of sorts or just leave them an anonymous letter that we’ll both always wonder about?

    That’s a good question. Either way would be good. If it were me, I would put it in the tree with out my name.

    Here’s a story as to why.

    I have a friend named Aaron who, when he was around 9 years old, found an abandoned cassette tape. On it was a recording of two kids that he had never met doing an audio parody of Star Trek using a home tape recorder, sound-fx toys, and a record player for background music.

    The two boys forget their lines, forget who is playing which charecter, and squeal with laughter at their own jokes. The fact that they changed the name of the starship from “Enterprise” to “Boobyprize” should give you idea what kind of parody it was. I’ve listened to the tape. There are parts that are legitimately funny, parts that are ridiculous and silly, and parts that are so obscured by noise that you can’t really tell what’s going on.

    Yet, for all it’s flaws, the 9 year old Aaron fell in love with the thing. He once told me it was one of the most hysterical, amazing things he owned, and that it had profoundly impacted the kind of art and music he’s made in the years since. He quotes the funniest lines from it to this day.

    But beyond the entertainment value of the recording (which, to some, might be questionable) Aaron was fascinated with who these kids were, why they had recorded this thing, and thrilled to found something so uniquely strange.

    “If I had found Boobieprize today would I have liked it as much? Probably not. But there was something magical about finding that tape when I did. It’s a parody of Star Trek by people that don’t really know much about Star Trek. It’s not full of inside jokes that only treckies would get, they change the charecters, it makes no sense. Back then, before the internet, where I lived, it was so rare to find strange stuff. It seems, now that we have the web, that theres a bit of magic that’s gone, because it’s lifted so many barriers to things. I’m not really into exclusivity, I don’t need to be the only one who knows about something to enjoy it, but the web kind of takes away from the magic of doing the legwork.” Aaron told me.

    Aaron originally played me the tape several years ago when we were in a band together. He told me it was one of his goals with the music we were making. He liked the idea of making something for someone else to find someday and have the same experience that he had with this crappy parody. It’s creators didn’t use their names and asking for nothing in return. It was mysterious.

    More than a decade later Aaron decided to try and hunt down the creators of the tape. After questioning people in his home town he discovered the name of one of the boys, and with that found his contact information on the web and called him.

    “Boy, was that a mistake.” Aaron told me.

    The kids on the tape turned out to be Eric Ebbenga and Aaron J. Higgens, two school friends who were now full grown adults. It turns out, had recorded sixteen of these adventures between grade school and collage. They were so surprised and excited to hear that someone they had never met had taken such an interest in their tape that they sent Aaron copies of their complete archive.

    Predictably, none of the new episodes measured up to the magic Aaron had found in the original. He suspects that a lot has to do with the time and place that he discovered it but I suspect that part of it is related to the mystery about who made it and why being solved.


    Aaron got permission from the tapes creators to put the audio from his tape and one other episode it on his Interview Press website. You can listen to a preview (which takes quite a while to start playing) or download the whole thing.

  • March 1, 2010 11:49 pm
  • January 29, 2010 9:35 am
    I woke up this morning at 5:30 with my head full of ideas for digital comics.



I was hungry so I got out of bed and walked to the grocery store which, of course, was still closed. So I headed down the street to a coffee shop where I drew this.

    I woke up this morning at 5:30 with my head full of ideas for digital comics.

    I was hungry so I got out of bed and walked to the grocery store which, of course, was still closed. So I headed down the street to a coffee shop where I drew this.

  • January 18, 2010 1:14 am

    It was two in the morning and I’d found her at the end of the dock with her feet  in the water. I sat down next to her and put my feet in as well, submerging my shoes. She just looked out at the lake.

    Three months ago she’d been dumped, and every part of her that I knew had gone away.  It was as if she had been hung on a clothes line in an electrical storm. She had begun to crackle and pop, in and out of states of giddiness, stillness, and violence.

    Friends had given up trying to help her one by one, and after three months I was the only one still trying.

    “Yeeeeah.” I whispered, for no real reason. It was so dark I could hardly see her.

    I put my hands in the pockets of my hoodie and took them out again, rubbed my face and sniffed. “So…” I said and looked at her profile, sighed, and looked back out into the dark. She started picking splinters out of the dock.

    “So, how are things?” I asked.

    She snorted so loud that I wasn’t sure how to take it.  Either what I said was genuinely funny, or  I had pissed her off and was about to be shoved into the lake.

    Down the shore our friends were just shapes in the distance, blocking and then not blocking neighbor’s porch lights. The cold started sinking in and I didn’t want to be there anymore. I felt like an asshole.

    When I turned back to her  my eyes must have adjusted to the dark a bit because, suddenly, I remembered the tremendous crush I had on her when we first met. Two years ago, whenever I was near her I was in a constant state of feeling like I had just jumped out of a full speed golf cart. (Shit! Faster than I thought!)

    Suddenly, don’t ask me why, I knew what I had to do. I had to tell her, right then, about those feelings. I was relatively certain that they had faded a long time ago, and telling her could screw up our present friendship, but instantly it was all clear. She had to know, and I needed to tell her now. This would solve everything.

    “You know…” I croaked, and cleared my throat. “Remember when we first started hanging out?” She turned to look at me. “That first day, when we rode together to rehearsal, which I think was first time I ever talked to you,…”

    Suddenly, a great SPLOOSH broke the quiet about ten feet in front of us, as if someone had thrown a rock the size of my head into the water. We narrowed our eyes at where the sound had come from.

    The Creature from the Black Lagoon lurched it’s gill ridden torso out of the lake and stuck a wrinkled hand up for our knees.

    We shot up out of the water,  up the dock, through the sand, over the dunes, and through the side door of the house. I tripped and fell forward, tangling our arms, and collapsed us in the downstairs hall. We rolled onto our backs to see if we had been followed into the house.

    Anyway, thank God for all that, because nothing I was about to say was going to her feel any better.

  • December 9, 2009 10:49 pm
    To go back in time. View high resolution

    To go back in time.

  • December 7, 2009 7:52 pm
    Other people are trying to watch the move you know… View high resolution

    Other people are trying to watch the move you know…

  • December 7, 2009 7:49 pm
    A poster for a band that had one rehersal and no shows.

    A poster for a band that had one rehersal and no shows.

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