6 posts tagged Creepachu
New JTHM: Floor Damage Screen print variant this week! Creepachu price drop! Individual Creepachus ( Individuachu?) for sale! Read all about it over at Mindspill. Bring your friends (your attractive ones only).
It goes without saying that ol’ Cunchy and I appreciate the support of people buying our Creepachu screen prints, but it’s extra nice to pick up on those super die hard $Z.99 customers whose names are always the first to pop up when something goes up for the first time. Gotta figure out something special for those die-hard types at some point, but everyone’s been getting these terrible doodles in their Creepachu shipments, so I’m pretty sure customers can’t get any happier than when they see something like this jammed into their envelopes.
Here’s a better look at a bunch of them! These are just some of the ones I’ve done.
I have a Facebook page and it’s pretty much the only place on the internet where I have left comments open for people to reply to posts, usually reposts from other places like here. It’s a feature I consider turning off, but only when I actually look with my eyes and brain, so it’s cool. Every time I announce a new print there’s always one or two people who say the same thing, always along the same lines, that I should stop doing the prints and do whatever other thing the person in particular thinks I should be doing. The overall implication here is that this person sees a thing I have done with some amount of time and assumes I do NOTHING else the rest of the time. How someone makes that leap of logic is actually impressive and terrifying in its stupidity, and one of the main reasons my new world order is mostly freedom of speech-free, a terrible, wonderful world where people are not allowed to speak without first having been granted the right and the actual physical ability to do so!
At birth these people are implanted with a device that leaves the person the ability to think but closely monitors what it is they’re about to say. Any thoughts that don’t pass muster are greeted with a painful surge of electricity. Any actual attempt to say or type out that thought is greeted with a debilitating shock that results in electrified shits that, even when fully passed from the body, fire terrible arcs of energy at the host. Only when the device determines that the person is thinking something worth saying and capable of doing so in a clever, interesting manner, does the device open the gateway so that the person’s vocal cords, brain, and muscles work in collusion with expression of non-stupid as hell things. The thoughts are all routed through a remote control center on the moon manned only by perfect robots.
Here, check this out. This is in response to the new Creepachu prints JR Goldberg and I did. This fine, young gent apparently loves me so much that he can’t stand me wasting my time on art that I enjoy!
“Wow what a deal! 2 pictures for 60$ stop selling these stupid prints and start writing again you lazy fuck!”
Like I said, this happens at least a few times with each print I do, and I get the thinking behind it, but this form of expression would never be possible in the world of tomorrow. This was my response:
I’ve no idea what you do when not writing ignorant posts on the internet so for me to say “Start being even more of a shit for brains!” would be presumptuous for my lack of actual information on your potential shit for brains actions that I DON’T get to read about, so for you to assume you know what anyone is or isn’t doing just because you don’t hear about it is, though in keeping with your shit for brains ignorant presentation here, pretty absurd. I know you mean it as a backhanded compliment to what you’d rather see me doing, though, so thanks, and grow some manners instead of more ignorant balls.
I’ll respond like that maybe once per print, and it quiets things down a bit, but if you know anyone with such a disrespectful attitude towards an artist, maybe even out of a displaced sense of like for that artist, please, do them a favor and wipe them from the earth because the world of tomorrow will not be a friendly place for them.
Creepachus print set is now for sale! Creeeeepa…chuuuuUUUuu.
After a little delay, the Creepachu screen prints JR Goldberg and I did are just about ready to gelatinously explode into the $Z.99 store this coming week (currently down for maintenance getting all tarted up for you!), so keep an eye out for them but don’t get any in your eye or you’re just outright fucked.
It’s a two print set, with Goldberg and I each taking a stab at the kind of Pikachu you don’t want getting anywhere near you or your loved ones. The set is $60 and each print is signed by their respective jerk! Buy these for that person you just want to see cry!
So maybe two months ago I was sitting around with J.R. Goldberg, doing the usual thing you do when passing the time with friends, probably picking lice from her hair, when we started joking around doing drawings of Pikachus that had the opposite effect of what those cute, mindless things usually have on people. This all came shortly after we were doing Google searches for “molester glasses” in the way we’ve all done, so the Pikachu drawings took on some of that grotesque, ‘keep these things away from your loved ones’ kinda vibe.
Well, as usually happens with me, I didn’t leave bad enough alone and we ended up doing a screen print set we are calling ‘CREEPACHU!’, and the results…the results are just very creepachu.
The Creepachus will be sold together in a set of two prints for all three of you out there who like this kind of thing. They were printed up with way too much love and care by the fine printing artisans at Mama’s Sauce. They’ll be available on $Z.99 this month and I’ll let you know when they’re ready for eatin’. Until then just think about how jealous your friends will be when they see these on your walls and scream with what you can maybe interpret as excitement.