From talk.bizarre Tue Aug 22 00:01:37 1995
From: kjc@ [APOCALYPSE] (ChAoS mOnStEr Of ThE aPoCaLyPsE)
Date: 21 Aug 1995 09:43:18 GMT
Newsgroups: talk.bizarre
Subject: WRITE ME DRAW ME FOLD ME MAKE ME


  To start, this is more HOTT.BOB stuff.  To the pahr-tay I brought a
large black spiral bound blank book and some portable tools with which
to make merry on the pages within.  I painted the "WRITE ME DRAW ME
FOLD ME MAKE ME" on the cover and whenever I thought of it, I
passed it around for whomever to do whatever upon said pages.  It's
got quotes, poetry, watercolor, ink sketches, random drawings, stories
and unquantifiable bits and it's pretty freakin' cool (even if it's
not even 1/4th of the book's pages).

  A number of people have asked me whether I'm going to scan it in or
type it up or somehow make it available and I've been thinking about
this pretty seriously since the .BOB and I've decided that I'm not
(with one exception, attached at the bottom).

  People wrote in the book for a variety of reasons, but a number of
them did it because I asked.  I didn't tell (warn?) them that I was
going to make it widely publicly available (hadn't thought of it at
that point) and I believe that if I had, it would have influenced the
works.  But, I didn't, so they are pure - and I don't think
retro-requesting is fair.  (Little catch-22 there).  Artists retain
original rights and all (although if you made something and want a
copy of it, send me mail.)

  HOWEVER, I will be bringing it & the same tools to other .BOBs for
your personal additions and collective perusal so consider it just
another motivation for attendance (and for bringing your OWN tools).

  FINALLY, I was specifically asked by the good Dr. Strychnine to post
what he wrote as his memory of it is lost to the tender embraces of
tequila.  I think his piece is a cool overview of the book and
HOTT.BOB itself.  Enjoy.

--
Kelly J. Cooper                                   kjc@ [APOCALYPSE] 
	    http://www.apocalypse.org/pub/u/kjc/home.html
         "How long before wings?"  -mary szmagaj, "nocturne"

				  --

      "A Little Freeverse for POSTERITY!"

  Thunderstorms on the road and imminent threat 
of unintended dreadlocks introduce me to the Site.  
"You BITCH!" I shouted at M.  "Bring me 
back my drugs!"  And we won't be dwelling on 
the car wrecks and the fights that were 
narrowly avoided, because when dawn manifested 
and and we climbed the mountain up and 
thrashed the mountain down it was the 
first of many indications, nay we should say
SIGNS, that the Happiest Place on Earth is 
nowhere near DISNEYLAND, fer Chrissake.  
Adobe and all the Kokopelli a man can stand 
for dinner and then we blazed into the night 
like hot white stars.  Some went climbing and 
others went swimming -- a few hiked among 
the barbed wire and psychedelic grasshoppers, 
but we were all one god flesh for the
wedding and the shameless taunting of Shub Internet.  
Chili madness struck and the Bard was in the 
building on the Last Night Before The End Of 
The World.  Big sky.  Friends you've never met.  A 
world for the making -- all we have to do is 
dream.  Like that's tough for us. 
				-- strych9
				   jhw AT wetware DOTTY com
				   James Woodyatt