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Started by Bobby Campbell, July 09, 2013, 03:26:17 AM

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Bobby Campbell

Thanks so much, Nigel!

Great to hear from you  :fnord: :fnord: :fnord:

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P3nT4gR4m


I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
Not actually a meat product.
Ass-Kicking & Foot-Stomping Ancient Master of SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK
Awful and Bent Behemothic Results of Last Night's Painful Squat.
High Altitude Haggis-Filled Sex Bucket From Beyond Time and Space.
Internet Monkey Person of Filthy and Immoral Pygmy-Porn Wart Contagion
Octomom Auxillary Heat Exchanger Repairman
walking the fine line line between genius and batshit fucking crazy

"computation is a pattern in the spacetime arrangement of particles, and it's not the particles but the pattern that really matters! Matter doesn't matter." -- Max Tegmark

chaotic neutral observer

Desine fata deum flecti sperare precando.

Bobby Campbell

Very much obliged P3nT & cno!!  :fnord: :fnord:

Bobby Campbell



New art for an old article about Philly's mysterious Toynbee Tiles:
https://weirdoverse.com/toynbee-idea/

Al Qədic

Great art as always, Bobby. Just watched the documentary. I think I'mma make a toynbee tile in pixel art now.  :lulz:
There is no reason to,
Be ashamed of poetry. It,
Is natural. But you should,
Still do it in private,
And wash your hands afterward.

Bobby Campbell

Right on, AQ! It's kind of a contagious thing, ain't it?  "You must make and glue tiles! You!"

So I'm trying something new in terms of comix distribution...



https://www.weirdoverse.com/OMNIBUS_777/

The idea of OMNIBUS 777 is a metacomic that contains all my other comix, a directory of hyperlinks that makes the entire Weirdoverse canon accessible at the press of a button.  :fnord: :fnord: :fnord:

Al Qədic

Quote from: Bobby Campbell on August 16, 2019, 06:27:35 AM
Right on, AQ! It's kind of a contagious thing, ain't it?  "You must make and glue tiles! You!"
It is indeed! Here's one iteration of a tile I have done, still need to move some things around a bit and pretty it up in a pixel art app. If I can help it, this baby's getting immortalized on an r/place clone site soon  :lulz:
There is no reason to,
Be ashamed of poetry. It,
Is natural. But you should,
Still do it in private,
And wash your hands afterward.

Bobby Campbell

That's beautiful!!

Great work, AQ  :fnord: :fnord: :fnord:

Bobby Campbell



Our intrepid group of plucky young punk rock artists arrived at the 2005 Philly Zine Fest with a wide assortment of indie comix & art, ready to introduce ourselves to a wider world, that we optimistically assumed would welcome us with open arms and wallets. I mean, why wouldn't they?

We'd worked so hard, published so many comix, and were so gd excited, that the idea of failure had never really crossed our minds. I mean, why would it?

But after about 2 hours of complete invisibility to the passing crowd of festival attendees a desperate idea occurred to me. Give the comix out for free. It was clear we weren't going to make any money from this event, and as poverty stricken as I was at the time, the point of the comix weren't to make money anyway, it was to communicate. So I called out the audible, maybe much to the chagrin of some of my more business savvy collaborators, all of the comix on the table were now free.

And the momentum of the day swung rapidly in our favor! Our once desolate corner was now mobbed with people, we were in the mix! We were meeting the world and the world was meeting us and it was joyous and awesome.

At the end of the day we had put several hundred comix into circulation. It felt great. It felt like we'd taken a loss and turned it into a win. It felt like this was the thing that was going to lead to the next thing, and we'd look back on this day as a pivotal turning point.

As we left the venue, feeling entirely elated, I beheld a wild spectacle! The courtyard of the venue, in lovely West Philadelphia, covered in our discarded comix, blowing in the wind. Overflowing trashcans stuffed with our comix, spilling out into an indifferent universe. Our comix were literal garbage. In light of such dramatic evidence it would have been tough to deny that I'd made a tactical blunder, but I did it anyway, and with a tightly balled fist raised to sky, defiantly declared,
"THEN WE'LL CHOKE THEIR RIVERS WITH OUR DEAD!"