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I liked how they introduced her, like "her mother died in an insane asylum thinking she was Queen Victoria" and my thought was, I like where I think this is going. I was not disappointed.

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

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P3nT4gR4m

Aww, mate, gutted to hear that. Better luck next time. Gotta agree with your more business savvy collaborators, tho. Free is never the way to go. "This shit is worthless" has to be the worst advertising copy ever. ;)

I'm up to my arse in Brexit Numpties, but I want more.  Target-rich environments are the new sexy.
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"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

Bobby Campbell


Thanks for the support, Pent!

And I'd guess you might be right about giving things away for free, though I'm still glad I did what I did at the show. 

That was 14 years ago though, so it's easy to just remember it as a fun adventure, and celebrate my absurd pyrrhic victory  :fnord: :fnord: :fnord:

I was reminded of that day because I recently pulled a similar move with OMNIBUS 777 albeit with a long con in mind this time!




P3nT4gR4m

Totally missed the "2005" part. Thot you was describing your weekend  :lulz:
:facepalm:

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

Bobby Campbell

#498
No sweat, Pent! There wasn't much context beyond my own free association  :fnord: :fnord: :fnord:


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I love that one the most of all your stuff and all your stuff is a high bar to beat. You nailed my interests.
"I am that worst of all type of criminal...I cannot bring myself to do what you tell me, because you told me."

There's over 100 of us in this meat-suit. You'd think it runs like a ship, but it's more like a hundred and ten angry ghosts having an old-school QuakeWorld tournament, three people desperately trying to make sure the gamers don't go hungry or soil themselves, and the Facilities manager weeping in the corner as the garbage piles high.

Bobby Campbell

Thanks so much, null!

I just realized I forgot to add the caption. Updated version is posted above.

I originally drew that way back in 2004. All those dots are hand made via crayola color change markers  :fnord: :fnord: :fnord:

Bobby Campbell


Doktor Howl

Quote from: Bobby Campbell on August 23, 2019, 03:05:27 AM


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!"

The problem with Weirdoverse is that it has appeal, but much of it is incomprehensible to people that aren't already in on "the joke".  The recent John Adams one being an exception, because it's a gut punch that talks to everyone who can read it.  This is why WE all love it, but the convention-goers not so much...And almost nobody pays for a punch to the gut.  Nor will they pay for cameos of characters that may be very well developed in your head, but have no relevance to anyone outside of yourself and people you have discussed them with.

Also, comics conventions appeal to people who want a story (even if it is the same story for 70+ years, but that's another rant).  If this is your model for distributing ideas, you need to have a vehicle.  An example of this would be Wilson's Schroedinger's Cat trilogy.  The story very obviously exists only to carry specific ideas to the public.  Which is why, when he ran out of the ideas he wanted to transmit, he couldn't finish it properly and it ended with 30+ pages of James Joyce bullshit.  Nobody on this planet liked the story, but everyone remembers the IDEAS that he put forth.

This isn't a criticism of your work, which I find to be brilliant, but rather a flat statement about the marketing of your ideas.
Molon Lube

Bobby Campbell

Quote from: Doktor Howl on September 10, 2019, 04:44:47 PM

The problem with Weirdoverse is that it has appeal, but much of it is incomprehensible to people that aren't already in on "the joke".  The recent John Adams one being an exception, because it's a gut punch that talks to everyone who can read it.  This is why WE all love it, but the convention-goers not so much...And almost nobody pays for a punch to the gut.  Nor will they pay for cameos of characters that may be very well developed in your head, but have no relevance to anyone outside of yourself and people you have discussed them with.

Also, comics conventions appeal to people who want a story (even if it is the same story for 70+ years, but that's another rant).  If this is your model for distributing ideas, you need to have a vehicle.  An example of this would be Wilson's Schroedinger's Cat trilogy.  The story very obviously exists only to carry specific ideas to the public.  Which is why, when he ran out of the ideas he wanted to transmit, he couldn't finish it properly and it ended with 30+ pages of James Joyce bullshit.  Nobody on this planet liked the story, but everyone remembers the IDEAS that he put forth.

This isn't a criticism of your work, which I find to be brilliant, but rather a flat statement about the marketing of your ideas.

That is incredibly helpful, Dok! Thank you very kindly :fnord: :fnord: :fnord:

I'm slowly but surely working my way towards something a bit more user friendly.

I'm much less concerned with the traditional metrics of success these days, and I was already pretty loosey-goosey, but I really just want to make something that anyone could pick up and enjoy.
Whether or not they actually do isn't something for me to worry about, but just the idea that they could.

That's GLORIA DISCORDIA, starting in 2020 <3<3<3




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[METAHEADCANON NOTES]

I'm a little bit too old to be a "digital native," the media sphere of my youth was comprised of an electric meshnet of cable TV, the VCR, and a camcorder. With these now primitive tools I cobbled together my analog worldview.

One of my earliest memories, around the age of 3, is an obsession with the rewind button on the VCR. I had a VHS recording of the Looney Tunes short film "Duck Amuck" that I would obsessively watch over and over again. In the cartoon Daffy Duck gets into an argument with his animator, which escalates into a surreal metafictional hullabaloo. As soon as the story reached it's epic conclusion, with a long press of a button, I'd return again to the beginning. An interactive, non-linear, medium aware, story circle, repeating again and again and again, until! I broke the RWD button. One of the few times I remember ever really getting into trouble as a kid.

Broken RWD buttons were epidemic in early 80's VCRs, resulting in the proliferation of a separate device made just for rewinding VHS cassettes. Ours looked like a red sports car. It's little engine roared as it rewound tapes back to their beginnings at incredible speed. VHS tape rewinding etiquette may eventually come to the attention of future anthropologists, wondering about the cultural significance of the ancient aphorism "Be Kind, Rewind." 

P3nT4gR4m

Pure nostalgia! No lower form of pigfucking degenerate than the one who returned an unwound tape to the video store.  :lulz:

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

Doktor Howl

Quote from: P3nT4gR4m on September 30, 2019, 11:23:49 AM
Pure nostalgia! No lower form of pigfucking degenerate than the one who returned an unwound tape to the video store.  :lulz:

Sometimes I rented movies just to do that to people.
Molon Lube

Bobby Campbell



A point of pride in my youth was figuring out how to program the VCR, which basically just meant scheduling when, what channel, and for how long the VCR would record. An unimpressive capability by current standards, but for a 7 year old in 1987, what wanted to watch late night hockey games, it was pretty neat. Hyperbolically marveling at the complexity of VCR programming was a staple of 80's sitcoms and stand up comedy, and I very much enjoyed having a one up over the adults, no matter how arbitrary.

Though I wouldn't unlock the true power of the videocassette recorder for a couple more years, when I stumbled upon the magic of AV inputs & outputs.

In addition to the VCR we also had a Camcorder, which was itself itself a miraculous gizmo, and while I had fun enough making terrible home movies, there was something even better that it could do...

The Camcorder recorded onto these small tapes, VHS-Cs, which couldn't fit in the VCR. So if I wanted to watch something recorded by the Camcorder I'd have to use these yellow, red, and white tipped cables to connect the Camcorder's output ports to the VCR's input ports, at which point the signal would go from the Camcorder to the VCR to the TV. Even as a live feed, with the obligatory recursive feedback loops, But then! I noticed the Camcorder also had input ports and the VCR also had output ports, which gave me a crazy idea...

So let's say, hypothetically speaking, I rented Batman (1989) from the local video store, and I put the VHS in the VCR, with the AV cables connected so the signal was going out from the VCR and into the Camcorder, and I pressed play on the VCR and record on the Camcorder, could I make my own copy of Batman?

My grand experiment. Too good to be true though, right? 



Imagine my delight when this great work was accomplished!

It was a 2 step process whereby I had to record from the original VHS to a VHS-C and then back to a blank VHS.

I began earnestly and diligently archiving the sacred culture of my people on super long play magnetic tape. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Wrestlemania VI, The Great Outdoors, Robocop, everything that was good and awesome in my world went into the collection. My bootleg akashic records. Information do want to be free though.  :fnord: :fnord: :fnord:



Al Qədic

Gotta say, Bobby, if VCR tech hadn't been a dying art when I was that age, I totally would have experimented with ways to record my favorite shows.


But then, I suppose that's why I'm so damn lucky to understand how these magic boxes, how this series of tubes filled with cat videos, actually works, and circumvent the need for recording things myself.


Good stuff as always.  :fnord:
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Be ashamed of poetry. It,
Is natural. But you should,
Still do it in private,
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