Uuleg was born of boredom, while I sat in front of a Los Angeles karaoke bar, occasionally inspecting the identification of those inclined toward drunken singing. The bar had its dedicated regulars, but it was not often busy. So I had five hours each Friday and Saturday night to contemplate the endless ticking of time as my life inched irrevocably forward.

I faced my endless march toward death armed only with a pen and notebook, the power of imagination, and an eager inclination toward improvisation.

Uuleg comics are created in the moment, and so Uuleg lives in the moment.

Uuleg didn’t find his name until a gathering of friends, several months after his creation. I doodled the character on the white board we were using for a drawing sort of game and asked what his name might be.

“Something Scandinavian, like Uuleg,” a friend suggested. He was correct.

Uuleg isn’t always strictly happy. He is exactly what he is, when he is it.

I’m writing about Uuleg now, because I want him to be around more often. He makes me smile, every time. I want him to have a place of his own, which will need building.

I’ve given the fellow a bow-tie and a position in his uuniverse. Future Uuleg coming soon to a somewhere near you.

More Uuleg here.