Captain Stargood

It’s here! The terrible tale behind Lt. “Bootsy” McDougall’s… unfortunate… condition.

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Did you miss us? Really? Well, we missed you. Seriously, would it kill you to call once and a while? Your mother and I are worried sick about you… But I digress. Restoration is reaching fever pitch on the next installments of Captain Stargood, and we can’t wait to spring them on you. But in the meantime, lest you forget about us, we’ve been cooking up some fun with some of our online compadres, namely clothing designer, tattoo artist, madman extraordinaire ShantyShawn Conn. The first of his kicking tee-shirt designs are now available via the good folks at zazzle.com. Check them out below, and look for more designs to debut in the next couple of weeks. Be the first on your block to sport one!

AND stay tuned for the impending debut of our latest restored classic, “Leave it to Bootsy,” coming soon IN JUST A FEW SHORT DAYS!!! Keep watching the screens!

Well, it helps in who you know… Our very own Goddess of the Spaceways, Kate Konigisor, voice of Vera Buxley, is sister to Nancy Kress — Hugo, Nebula, Sturgeon award-winning author of such science fiction gems as “Out of All Them Bright Stars,” “The Flowers of Aulit Prison,” “Beggars in Spain,” and “Fountain of Age.” We’re honored and humbled by her link to us and encourage all who stumble through here to check out her blog as well as seek out her books. Thanks for slumming with us, Nancy!!

Welcome to CaptainStargood.com! If you’ve found your way here, you are likely already something of a fan of the good Captain, maybe even fancy yourself an expert. But I think it’s safe to say you’re about to learn a whole lot more than you already know. If you’re the impatient type, click the video link below to dive in and enter the re-discovered world of … Captain Stargood!

For the rest of you kind or bored enough to keep reading: This site represents the culmination of a journey that began one Saturday morning in May of 2008 with the arrival of a battered, cardboard box at my door. It looked as though it had been dropped out of an airplane (or five) before finding its way to me. I didn’t recognize the shaky handwriting on the front of the package, or the return address — a P.O. Box in Bolivia — so I eyed it nervously, trying to decide whether or not to hold it underwater before opening. Finally, deciding I’d probably lived long enough anyway, I gave in to curiosity and ripped it open. (more…)