Wednesday, November 20, 2019

The Curse of the Bulaga!

No, it's not about the Green Bay Packer of the same name, and it's definitely not the TV show from the Philippines (or whatever it is), it's THOIA's Werewolf Wednesday taking a decidedly weirder ‘n woolier turn this week, courtesy of the August - September 1952 issue of Eerie #8 again! Sometimes I'm at a loss for words on these tales, I mean, I guess it's some sort of Werewalrus, maybe? And possibly if it's cold in your corner of the world right now, the Bulaga might just send a proper chill up your spine. I just hope if one of you ever experiences the unfortunate predicament of having your throat torn out, that you too will sit down and write a nice long story about it, instead of getting to the hospital, of course-- we'll all thank you later in the afterlife! This one’s also a bit similar to the Twisted Hands yarn I posted here back in September... you can run, and you can try to hide, far away in that same, seemingly safe corner of the world, but--







9 comments:

Brian Barnes said...

Poor Jon, at least he got killed by a monster with a pretty face!

I like this monster (the artist had a bit of a problem with the size, it seems to get bigger and smaller in places.) It's not other-wordly, it's pretty natural looking (changing into a woman aside) and I like the completely useless tusks and that it's a natural color instead of some bright green or blue. Almost like your regular jungle adventure story.

A pattern in these stories is the great hunters who have "hunted everything" but turn chicken and run immediately. This guy has spent his entire life hunting. Sure, a strategic retreat is advisable, but come back with dynamite, or do some research on the origins, figure out a trap, etc. It seems like it's your whole purpose in life!

I had no idea Antarctica was full of very European Eskimos.

I'm a sucker for a good stalked by a creature story, and I like the concept of it freezing everything. A fun one!

Mestiere said...


GLURGH!!!

I must rush to write several hundred words on my diary before I bleed to death. Fortunately I always carry my diary in my pocket despite that time I left it at work and all my coworkers found out about my furry obsession. I'll make sure to squirt all the blood away from the diary. It would be impolite to leave a bloody mess.

BLARGHH!!!

I should have suspected something was wrong when I was told about an ancient legend in an uninhabited continent. Nobody even set foot on Antarctica until the 1820s. Also, it's 1952 and no female scientist has ever been there. And the word "Bulaga". What language is that supposed to be? How can there be a language in a place with no people?

GLARPH!!!

How did I survive jumping out of that ship in freezing waters? Somehow I was on a train headed for safety in the states just an hour later. Five short hours after that my chauffeur took me to my awesome mansion I bought with my explorer money. But I couldn't stay there. I decided to go somewhere where the temperature never dips below 70°. They told me there is not a single square mile in the 48 United States like that. But I showed them! I found it here in Alaska! It's as far South from Antarctica as you can get!

BLOORGPH!!!

But the Bulaga found me anyway. She was wearing the same Eskimo outfit despite the balmy 70°. I naturally tried to kill her but she morphed into a hairy naked creature with the head of a woman. Her bouncy, pendular breasts don't count as being naked if they're covered in hair, right, 1950s? But I digress. She tore my throat out which is why I'm writing so little. Somebody please kill her! She looks like a beautiful young woman wearing a parka!


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"So what do you think, suicide?"

"Yeah, Norland was nuttier than a fruitcake. He kept telling everyone he was a famous explorer. And look here. He even tried to draw a foot in the snow but it looks more like a hand."

Grant said...

"European Eskimos."
Also Eskimos with names right out of Greek mythology, like Althaea.

"Bulaga" looks like an anagram of "Beluga" (the whale or sturgeon).

JBM said...

Thank you Mr.K. for this "Double Indemnity" style story. It seems funny for a dying man to talk or write in such a manner. The production on this offering was very clean and well done. I wanted the resolution to be with the splash monster, and they delivered. I don't quite understand how the monster could glare and then open it's eyes, but I quibble sometimes.

JMR777 said...

A female bigfoot with a beauty queen's face- the fifties were a wild time for comic book artists.

If the Bulaga had been female and stayed in its human/bigfoot form (after some serious electrolysis to remove her hair) she could have become Mr. Freeze's girlfriend. The Joker has Harley Quinn so why not?

This tale was as wild as the Great White North, thanks!

Mr. Cavin said...

That's gotta be the sweetest looking morphing pit-yeti I've ever seen. I always did wonder why fiction assumed that someone able to transform from one form into another needed to settle for only the polar options: On or off just like a light switch, right? She's either a Bulaga or she ain't. But I always thought anyone who could go from all-the-way human to all-the-way wolf (for example) should also be able to adopt whatever middling formats produced the best results. In that respect, I kind of dig how this monster varies quite a bit from frame to frame. Which monster is all-the-way Bulaga? I guess I'll never learn.

I also like this thing's paranormal weather effect. Really Christmasses the place up, you know?

Todd said...

This story was worth it for the comments above, all of which are gold.

I like how he is indifferent to an entire ship sinking, with no other survivors, just because he put one over on that silly Bulaga.

moonraqs said...

"IT GLARED AT ME WITH INTENSE HATE, THEN IT OPENED IT'S EYES!" The Best!

Bill the Butcher said...

Antarctic natives who are white Europeans, yo.

Can't have any human beings in a 1950s comic who aren't white Europeans.

Bulaga! Bulaga! Bulaga!