If you found your way here, you either know me or you know my work. In either case, I imagine you’ve heard of BEEBO. He’s a cat, he’s purple, he smokes, he has facial hair, sometimes he has super powers and sometimes he is the recipient of egregious physical abuse. I began the animation series in 2001, during my second year of high school. At that point I was part of a small collective of online culture ninjas who fought under the Godfart.com banner. I had previously had success with some critically lauded games like African Detroit Cop, but that shit took a lot of time to make. I wanted to make much faster shit in order to promote the Godfart clan, so we could gain the favor and blessings of the peoples in our bloody artistic crusade to transcend poetry and express supreme unrelenting ecstasy.
For a teen with no formal training, I think I did alright. The animation, the design, the audio, the dialogue and story have always been rough (super rough) but never complete chaos. Beneath the scribbly veneer there was a consistent quality. Beebo had certain standards and whether you liked it or thought it was overrated shit, it did take work and the work took time. As the series went on and grew in popularity, I felt a necessity to improve the quality and complexity of the animation, taking it from low grade to low grade plus. In my pursuit of somewhat less mediocrity the episodes took increasingly more and more time. The more time the episodes took to complete, the more time I decided to spend drinking and smoking myself into alternate universes where work did not exist. This pattern continued for years, disappointing fans even beyond the life of Godfart.com itself, rendering the series both pointless and irrelevant.
It was nearly 3 years ago that I wrote the script for Beebo part 12. I never used to write scripts for the series. I used to crank these fuckers out, making it all up as I went along. However, I didn’t want to just make another episode. I wanted to do something better while retaining the perfunctory charm of the episodes that preceded it. I wanted to make something that could be interesting and even visually impressive to a wider audience, not just the undiscerning jackanapes I was used to entertaining. I also paid for an education at a big fancy college and have a desire to exercise some of those skills I invested so much into acquiring. I wanted to take Beebo to the next level. In essence, I wanted to polish a turd.
Shortly after writing Beebo part 12, I enlisted the voice talent of some gracious and skilled volunteers to act it out. That’s right, the whole shebang-a-bang is recorded and ready to go. In fact, to date, roughly 1/4 of the animation is complete. But much like in the past, the enormity of the task at hand has caused me some despair, often times leading me away from the desk and back to the bottle. Lately, however, I have made a greater effort to find gratification in the pursuit of personal betterment, and eschew the hazy dominion of John Barleycorn.
So what’s the status? Well, I wouldn’t say I bit off more than I could chew, but I’ve done a lot of chewing and there’s a lot more chewing ahead of me. I will continue to post updates here as I make progress. There will likely be spoilers, but it is important to me to try and document and share the project as I go. Given the magnitude of the undertaking and my history of uh, taking me time, there’s a chance that this blog may be the only document commemorating the dream of BEEBO Part 12, what was to be the greatest piece of shit the world would ever know.