Bragging rights - your best Dead Universe deal of late?

[JohnnyRnR]

Ms Mystic (pacific) #1 (NM+) , Captain Canuck (Comely) 6 and 8 (vfnm and fn) for a whopping total of 0.60 cents.


As well as Starslayer, some valiant junk (about 30 or so) and not applicable but in the same purchase a dozen DC Newstand variants (US and Canadian) for 0.20 each.

You're a wierd dude.




Welcome to the boards!

Whoops. Meant to quote Knightt, not Snotdrip, stupid wide thread made me miss.

[Knightt]

EXCELLENT... I did find a copy of issue Captain Canuck #1 but I am in the market for a better looking copy. (ahem, not to say that the art inside is uhhh all that great) But it was nice to find it in the middle of some comics that I am sorting yesterday and today.

I am in the process of finally sorting all of the books that I have gotten in (about a year worth) and need to be put in their appropriate box. THEN I have to redo my needs lists. Bedrooms a mess but it's pretty cool, looking through some stuff and finding random things like a Miracle Man #1 3-D and four issues of Crossfire from Eclipse, or a Red Circle, The Shield #2 that you didnt know what you had or The Fly #3 that you didn't know that you had.

Now to just tackle Crossgen... MAMA, that is a set of books to sort, file and put a list together.

I am really amazed at how many Eclipse Comics that I have (and need as a result) in my collection. It is like a secret collection that I have been stashing away here and there. I also uncovered that I actually have quite a few Future Comics, which BLIZZAM I guess I am collecting. hahaha Other things like finding, 'AmeriComics' (AC) and Pacific Comics (PC) and some other weird companies.

There are Dead Universes out there that I had no idea that I was collecting them.

[Knightt]

Whoops. Meant to quote Knightt, not Snotdrip, stupid wide thread made me miss.

Fixed it for ya !!! Don't know WHY I did it being a 'weird dude' and all but I will curb my attempts at humor in the future.

[JohnnyRnR]

I hope that thumb was indicating tongue in cheekedness at humor curbing, for it was enjoyed. Was that last sentence English? Certainly not the Queen's. Not even Brian May's...

Anyway, meant no offense by the weird dude statement.

[Knightt]

None taken, friend. I was just trying to be funny... dumb *SQUEE* me, I was laughing as I typed it. I guess I will have to work on my 'funniness'.

I usually have the office in stitches but that does not always translate well on the internet.

[JohnnyRnR]

More than understood. (This time )

[tanord]

Not a bad pick up Snot-Drip, especially those Captain Canuck... I have find those incredibly hard to come by. With my natural mother being Canadian I feel compelled to find them and someday put them into my comic collection. But that thought is kind of marred by the fact that as an infant I was left by my birth mother at a roadside diner in Winisk, Ontario in the middle of a snow storm with the most tender and loving thing she has has ever written or said about me. The note read: 'Someone please take care of my 'child', I am simply not able to care for this abomination of nature. I would let it suckle from my bosom but it's visage is horrible to behold and it's smell reminds me of a dead moose carcase in a lake during a rather hot summer.'

So yeah, I would like to put together a complete collection of Captain Canuck, just for that sake of memories that would never happen because on that ill-fated (or was it ?) night, the people at the diner took me deep into the woods and threw me into the snow hoping the harsh winter conditions would kill me. My wailings attracted several nearby Sasquatch who thought I was a wounded animal. I was eventually raised by this wonderful yet incredibly savage and brutal Sasquatch clan of nomads ( who's only means of survival was 1) never being detected by humans 2) eating wild berries and dead animals and 3) in a last ditch effort to survive... eating the weakest member of the clan. I would have perished had it not been for my 'clan mother' who suckled me from her hairy yet massive breasts until the age of 17 (this is probably why I am a tit man to this day, not hairy of course, but a little bit of Samantha Fox like peach fuzz is very appealing to me). At one point during an especially harsh winter, the alpha male of the group was bound and determined that I was to be eaten 'for the good of the clan' but when he came to grab me and violently smash my hairless body against the harsh rocks of a nearby river bed, my 'clan mother' got so scared that she accidentally shat upon my naked belly and made my flesh repulsive to all nearby. My 'clan mother' had an irritable bowel syndrome and was constantly defecating, especially when frightened or during periods of sexual arousal. My clan name was 'Mananek Elkoul-Saluk which is a rough translation of 'He who stands with a fist with a hairless body that smells of doo-doo', thus my life was spared but unfortunately, I was accidentally left behind that night as I was forced to sleep away from the warm huddled mass of my clan. I wandered South-West for what seemed like ages until I crossed Lake Huron from Pike Bay Canada and washed up on the shores of Oscoda, Michigan. Then trekking for many days I ended up in Flint, Michigan where I attended the Burton School for Savage-like Lifeforms until the days of my adulthood.

While walking the streets of Mt. Morris, I was drawn to a U.S. Army recruiting station. The day I got there it was a four day weekend so I spent those four days huddled against the door until I was found by the Army recruiters the following Monday morning while I was dry humping a nearby mailbox. They were just one shy of meeting their monthly quota so I was cleaned up, shaved and bought new clothes by a wonderful Soldier named Master Sergeant Ricky Tomasic. He taught me standard Army English communication skills and commands, how to assemble and dis-assemble an M-16 rifle and how to march. I was enlisted in the Infantry with an enlistment bonus where I kept $614 US Dollars (MSG Tomasic keeping the remaining $20,000 for 'safekeeping' which he unfortunately squandered on his addiction to 'midget amputee porn sites') and the Airborne School option. My first assignment was Fort Bragg, NC and upon arrival I was sent directly to El Salvador where I excelled at the art of hand to hand combat and was promoted up the ranks rather quickly. My only setback was constantly wanting to wade into combat completely in the nude. With only my M-16, bayonet and a Snickers™ bar between my @sscheeks I fought like an animal. (I believe that I was then drawn to Snickers™ bars after learning that the Snickers™ was a chocolate bar made by the Mars family. It consists of peanut butter nougat topped with roasted peanuts and caramel, covered with milk chocolate. I was impressed that Snickers™ is the best selling chocolate bar of all time and has annual global sales of US $2 billion). I found this Snickers™ bar very pleasing to my palette and a very nice fit between my buttocks that never fell out or hindered my ability to effectively fight hand to hand during battle. This not only unsettled the El Salvadorian insurgents but my fellow Soldiers as well. I was then sent to SFAS which stands for Special Forces Assessment and Selection. Barely passing the course (due to me constantly feeling constrained by clothing and being denied Snickers™ bars), I was then sent to the Q-Course (Qualification Course) where I excelled at the Assembly and disassembly of all weapons made by the U.S., Middle-East, Chinese and Soviet Block countries, ensuring my Military Occupational Skill as an 18B Special Force Weapons NCO... and now I here I sit at my computer (buck naked) telling you my story and why I have this deep down feeling of collecting Captain Canuck comics.

Snotdrip, if you ever get back to that store and they have any remaining Captain Canuck comics, please pick them up for me and I will reimburse you immediately along with shipping and handling via Paypal.

A bit of sad news, I was notified about two months ago that my 'clan mother' lost her life while trying to relieve herself among a range of Cliffs in Elora, Ontario. She apparently farted loudly which startled her and led to her loosing her footing. She then fell to her death in the frigid waters and rocks below. Her body was never recovered but a small patch of deerskin with a crude drawing of a small child was later found 21 miles down the river. I would like to believe that the drawing was of me. I think my Sasquatch 'clan mother' never forgot me and lamented my absence until the day she died. Now this patch of deerskin was covered in fecal material which leads me to believe that she had used it to wipe her behind after dropping a deuce but the presence of the deerskin makes me a bit melancholy even after all these years. It seems like just yesterday that I was frolicking with my Sasquatch brothers and sisters in the woods or Northern Ontario where they would pull at my scrotum and playfully tease me for my lack of body hair by beating me with sticks fashioned into clubs. Good times... but as with everything in life, we move on, grow from our experiences and tend to forget the small things in life which bring us joy...

So, again Snot-Drip (or anyone for that matter), if you happen to have any extra Captain Canuck comics, I would like to buy them from you or perhaps trade

Loved the story Knight, it made me cry , it made me laugh and it made me fart but mostly laugh If he has any he most likely won't charge you paypal or shipping fees as I was informed by a board member in a PM that I'm the only one who does this on these boards and no it wasn't you Knightt or Snot-Drip who said this. God I've got to just drop this and quit focusing on negatives so much, Serenity Now, Serenity Now.



P.S . Knightt may know who I'm refering to

ticktuck, YOU ARE LYING. I've never said that. I said that you are the only one who charged ME for paypal fees. I have never bought from Knightt and he has never bought from me. I have no idea why you are making stuff up. And if you wanted to let everyone know --your comics arrived damaged because you didn't bother to pack the comics. On top of the poor packing, you also overcharged me on shipping, you shortchanged me a comic, and your only recourse was to ATTEMPT TO MAKE ME PAY for shipping AGAIN for replacement copies of the comics. Comics that should have never been damaged in the first place.

[tanord]

Not a bad pick up Snot-Drip, especially those Captain Canuck... I have find those incredibly hard to come by. With my natural mother being Canadian I feel compelled to find them and someday put them into my comic collection. But that thought is kind of marred by the fact that as an infant I was left by my birth mother at a roadside diner in Winisk, Ontario in the middle of a snow storm with the most tender and loving thing she has has ever written or said about me. The note read: 'Someone please take care of my 'child', I am simply not able to care for this abomination of nature. I would let it suckle from my bosom but it's visage is horrible to behold and it's smell reminds me of a dead moose carcase in a lake during a rather hot summer.'

So yeah, I would like to put together a complete collection of Captain Canuck, just for that sake of memories that would never happen because on that ill-fated (or was it ?) night, the people at the diner took me deep into the woods and threw me into the snow hoping the harsh winter conditions would kill me. My wailings attracted several nearby Sasquatch who thought I was a wounded animal. I was eventually raised by this wonderful yet incredibly savage and brutal Sasquatch clan of nomads ( who's only means of survival was 1) never being detected by humans 2) eating wild berries and dead animals and 3) in a last ditch effort to survive... eating the weakest member of the clan. I would have perished had it not been for my 'clan mother' who suckled me from her hairy yet massive breasts until the age of 17 (this is probably why I am a tit man to this day, not hairy of course, but a little bit of Samantha Fox like peach fuzz is very appealing to me). At one point during an especially harsh winter, the alpha male of the group was bound and determined that I was to be eaten 'for the good of the clan' but when he came to grab me and violently smash my hairless body against the harsh rocks of a nearby river bed, my 'clan mother' got so scared that she accidentally shat upon my naked belly and made my flesh repulsive to all nearby. My 'clan mother' had an irritable bowel syndrome and was constantly defecating, especially when frightened or during periods of sexual arousal. My clan name was 'Mananek Elkoul-Saluk which is a rough translation of 'He who stands with a fist with a hairless body that smells of doo-doo', thus my life was spared but unfortunately, I was accidentally left behind that night as I was forced to sleep away from the warm huddled mass of my clan. I wandered South-West for what seemed like ages until I crossed Lake Huron from Pike Bay Canada and washed up on the shores of Oscoda, Michigan. Then trekking for many days I ended up in Flint, Michigan where I attended the Burton School for Savage-like Lifeforms until the days of my adulthood.

While walking the streets of Mt. Morris, I was drawn to a U.S. Army recruiting station. The day I got there it was a four day weekend so I spent those four days huddled against the door until I was found by the Army recruiters the following Monday morning while I was dry humping a nearby mailbox. They were just one shy of meeting their monthly quota so I was cleaned up, shaved and bought new clothes by a wonderful Soldier named Master Sergeant Ricky Tomasic. He taught me standard Army English communication skills and commands, how to assemble and dis-assemble an M-16 rifle and how to march. I was enlisted in the Infantry with an enlistment bonus where I kept $614 US Dollars (MSG Tomasic keeping the remaining $20,000 for 'safekeeping' which he unfortunately squandered on his addiction to 'midget amputee porn sites') and the Airborne School option. My first assignment was Fort Bragg, NC and upon arrival I was sent directly to El Salvador where I excelled at the art of hand to hand combat and was promoted up the ranks rather quickly. My only setback was constantly wanting to wade into combat completely in the nude. With only my M-16, bayonet and a Snickers™ bar between my @sscheeks I fought like an animal. (I believe that I was then drawn to Snickers™ bars after learning that the Snickers™ was a chocolate bar made by the Mars family. It consists of peanut butter nougat topped with roasted peanuts and caramel, covered with milk chocolate. I was impressed that Snickers™ is the best selling chocolate bar of all time and has annual global sales of US $2 billion). I found this Snickers™ bar very pleasing to my palette and a very nice fit between my buttocks that never fell out or hindered my ability to effectively fight hand to hand during battle. This not only unsettled the El Salvadorian insurgents but my fellow Soldiers as well. I was then sent to SFAS which stands for Special Forces Assessment and Selection. Barely passing the course (due to me constantly feeling constrained by clothing and being denied Snickers™ bars), I was then sent to the Q-Course (Qualification Course) where I excelled at the Assembly and disassembly of all weapons made by the U.S., Middle-East, Chinese and Soviet Block countries, ensuring my Military Occupational Skill as an 18B Special Force Weapons NCO... and now I here I sit at my computer (buck naked) telling you my story and why I have this deep down feeling of collecting Captain Canuck comics.

Snotdrip, if you ever get back to that store and they have any remaining Captain Canuck comics, please pick them up for me and I will reimburse you immediately along with shipping and handling via Paypal.

A bit of sad news, I was notified about two months ago that my 'clan mother' lost her life while trying to relieve herself among a range of Cliffs in Elora, Ontario. She apparently farted loudly which startled her and led to her loosing her footing. She then fell to her death in the frigid waters and rocks below. Her body was never recovered but a small patch of deerskin with a crude drawing of a small child was later found 21 miles down the river. I would like to believe that the drawing was of me. I think my Sasquatch 'clan mother' never forgot me and lamented my absence until the day she died. Now this patch of deerskin was covered in fecal material which leads me to believe that she had used it to wipe her behind after dropping a deuce but the presence of the deerskin makes me a bit melancholy even after all these years. It seems like just yesterday that I was frolicking with my Sasquatch brothers and sisters in the woods or Northern Ontario where they would pull at my scrotum and playfully tease me for my lack of body hair by beating me with sticks fashioned into clubs. Good times... but as with everything in life, we move on, grow from our experiences and tend to forget the small things in life which bring us joy...

So, again Snot-Drip (or anyone for that matter), if you happen to have any extra Captain Canuck comics, I would like to buy them from you or perhaps trade

Loved the story Knight, it made me cry , it made me laugh and it made me fart but mostly laugh If he has any he most likely won't charge you paypal or shipping fees as I was informed by a board member in a PM that I'm the only one who does this on these boards and no it wasn't you Knightt or Snot-Drip who said this. God I've got to just drop this and quit focusing on negatives so much, Serenity Now, Serenity Now.



P.S . Knightt may know who I'm refering to

Well ticktuck, this just proves that you are spreading your B.S. about me to other board members. Check for my response above.

[Knightt]

OK, Gentlemen... before this gets out of hand, take this to PMs or a phone call to work it out.

I was JUST commenting the other day how the DU section is a strife-free zone and we are not pained by 'stuff that happens upstairs'. If you need a mediator, I can be that mediator. This sounds like a mis-communication and ticktuck swigging from the bottle again at 7:20 in the a.m. ( teasing ya tick).

Work it out like adults please and again, I offer to mediate.

Seriously.

[tictuck]

OK, Gentlemen... before this gets out of hand, take this to PMs or a phone call to work it out.

I was JUST commenting the other day how the DU section is a strife-free zone and we are not pained by 'stuff that happens upstairs'. If you need a mediator, I can be that mediator. This sounds like a mis-communication and ticktuck swigging from the bottle again at 7:20 in the a.m. ( teasing ya tick).

Work it out like adults please and again, I offer to mediate.

Seriously.

[Heath]

Not a bad pick up Snot-Drip, especially those Captain Canuck... I have find those incredibly hard to come by. With my natural mother being Canadian I feel compelled to find them and someday put them into my comic collection. But that thought is kind of marred by the fact that as an infant I was left by my birth mother at a roadside diner in Winisk, Ontario in the middle of a snow storm with the most tender and loving thing she has has ever written or said about me. The note read: 'Someone please take care of my 'child', I am simply not able to care for this abomination of nature. I would let it suckle from my bosom but it's visage is horrible to behold and it's smell reminds me of a dead moose carcase in a lake during a rather hot summer.'

So yeah, I would like to put together a complete collection of Captain Canuck, just for that sake of memories that would never happen because on that ill-fated (or was it ?) night, the people at the diner took me deep into the woods and threw me into the snow hoping the harsh winter conditions would kill me. My wailings attracted several nearby Sasquatch who thought I was a wounded animal. I was eventually raised by this wonderful yet incredibly savage and brutal Sasquatch clan of nomads ( who's only means of survival was 1) never being detected by humans 2) eating wild berries and dead animals and 3) in a last ditch effort to survive... eating the weakest member of the clan. I would have perished had it not been for my 'clan mother' who suckled me from her hairy yet massive breasts until the age of 17 (this is probably why I am a tit man to this day, not hairy of course, but a little bit of Samantha Fox like peach fuzz is very appealing to me). At one point during an especially harsh winter, the alpha male of the group was bound and determined that I was to be eaten 'for the good of the clan' but when he came to grab me and violently smash my hairless body against the harsh rocks of a nearby river bed, my 'clan mother' got so scared that she accidentally shat upon my naked belly and made my flesh repulsive to all nearby. My 'clan mother' had an irritable bowel syndrome and was constantly defecating, especially when frightened or during periods of sexual arousal. My clan name was 'Mananek Elkoul-Saluk which is a rough translation of 'He who stands with a fist with a hairless body that smells of doo-doo', thus my life was spared but unfortunately, I was accidentally left behind that night as I was forced to sleep away from the warm huddled mass of my clan. I wandered South-West for what seemed like ages until I crossed Lake Huron from Pike Bay Canada and washed up on the shores of Oscoda, Michigan. Then trekking for many days I ended up in Flint, Michigan where I attended the Burton School for Savage-like Lifeforms until the days of my adulthood.

While walking the streets of Mt. Morris, I was drawn to a U.S. Army recruiting station. The day I got there it was a four day weekend so I spent those four days huddled against the door until I was found by the Army recruiters the following Monday morning while I was dry humping a nearby mailbox. They were just one shy of meeting their monthly quota so I was cleaned up, shaved and bought new clothes by a wonderful Soldier named Master Sergeant Ricky Tomasic. He taught me standard Army English communication skills and commands, how to assemble and dis-assemble an M-16 rifle and how to march. I was enlisted in the Infantry with an enlistment bonus where I kept $614 US Dollars (MSG Tomasic keeping the remaining $20,000 for 'safekeeping' which he unfortunately squandered on his addiction to 'midget amputee porn sites') and the Airborne School option. My first assignment was Fort Bragg, NC and upon arrival I was sent directly to El Salvador where I excelled at the art of hand to hand combat and was promoted up the ranks rather quickly. My only setback was constantly wanting to wade into combat completely in the nude. With only my M-16, bayonet and a Snickers™ bar between my @sscheeks I fought like an animal. (I believe that I was then drawn to Snickers™ bars after learning that the Snickers™ was a chocolate bar made by the Mars family. It consists of peanut butter nougat topped with roasted peanuts and caramel, covered with milk chocolate. I was impressed that Snickers™ is the best selling chocolate bar of all time and has annual global sales of US $2 billion). I found this Snickers™ bar very pleasing to my palette and a very nice fit between my buttocks that never fell out or hindered my ability to effectively fight hand to hand during battle. This not only unsettled the El Salvadorian insurgents but my fellow Soldiers as well. I was then sent to SFAS which stands for Special Forces Assessment and Selection. Barely passing the course (due to me constantly feeling constrained by clothing and being denied Snickers™ bars), I was then sent to the Q-Course (Qualification Course) where I excelled at the Assembly and disassembly of all weapons made by the U.S., Middle-East, Chinese and Soviet Block countries, ensuring my Military Occupational Skill as an 18B Special Force Weapons NCO... and now I here I sit at my computer (buck naked) telling you my story and why I have this deep down feeling of collecting Captain Canuck comics.

Snotdrip, if you ever get back to that store and they have any remaining Captain Canuck comics, please pick them up for me and I will reimburse you immediately along with shipping and handling via Paypal.

A bit of sad news, I was notified about two months ago that my 'clan mother' lost her life while trying to relieve herself among a range of Cliffs in Elora, Ontario. She apparently farted loudly which startled her and led to her loosing her footing. She then fell to her death in the frigid waters and rocks below. Her body was never recovered but a small patch of deerskin with a crude drawing of a small child was later found 21 miles down the river. I would like to believe that the drawing was of me. I think my Sasquatch 'clan mother' never forgot me and lamented my absence until the day she died. Now this patch of deerskin was covered in fecal material which leads me to believe that she had used it to wipe her behind after dropping a deuce but the presence of the deerskin makes me a bit melancholy even after all these years. It seems like just yesterday that I was frolicking with my Sasquatch brothers and sisters in the woods or Northern Ontario where they would pull at my scrotum and playfully tease me for my lack of body hair by beating me with sticks fashioned into clubs. Good times... but as with everything in life, we move on, grow from our experiences and tend to forget the small things in life which bring us joy...

So, again Snot-Drip (or anyone for that matter), if you happen to have any extra Captain Canuck comics, I would like to buy them from you or perhaps trade

I haven't been reading this thread because I haven't been buying comics lately and reading about the things other people are buying just makes me jealous!

But Knightt, that was absolutely hilarious!!

[Chiclo]

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?Vi ... 0154435149

Couple of Ultraverse posters, I don't think I have either (I've got a zillion posters that my wife seems to have hidden) and a Wizard list of 100 most "dastardly" villains ever. I don't think Wizard has the same understanding of "dastardly" that I do. Joker is #1? Maybe the most iconic, but not very dastardly. After carefully studying the bad picture, I think Ultraverse's own Boneyard is in the top row. Thanos is in the 90s. Wizard sucks.

[Chiclo]

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?Vi ... 0327382202

Bought it for the Prototype signed poster.

[Knightt]

Picked up today 3 for a $1.00:

Miracleman (Eclipse) #12, 17, 18, 21, 22
Dreadstar (Epic) #9, 11, 12, 14, 16, 17, 18, 20, 21, 24, 25, 26
Dreadstar (First) #27, 28, 29, 31, 32, 33, 34

Not a bad haul, huh ?

[Doorman]

Miraclemans at 3/$1?! Awesome score!

Does your LCS not know indy book values?

[myron]

Picked up today 3 for a $1.00:

Miracleman (Eclipse) #12, 17, 18, 21, 22
Dreadstar (Epic) #9, 11, 12, 14, 16, 17, 18, 20, 21, 24, 25, 26
Dreadstar (First) #27, 28, 29, 31, 32, 33, 34

Not a bad haul, huh ?

nice...I'm jealous

[Knightt]

Miraclemans at 3/$1?! Awesome score!

Does your LCS not know indy book values?

They sure DO !!!

Their books are priced just right.

I coulda swore that there was a #2 in there as well.

[Doorman]

Ha! Apparently! If they had 100 of each of them I would pick 'em up. Price is right! [but certainly under market]

[Knightt]

Ha! Apparently! If they had 100 of each of them I would pick 'em up. Price is right! [but certainly under market]

I remember a few years ago at SDCC, a dealer had at least 50 Miracleman #2 and #3... priced at a buck a piece. I only bought a couple then lost #3...

[geocarr]

After two years of searching, I finally picked up the Diamond Retailer Cyberrad TPB from EBay!!!!!

...but I paid through the nose for it.....


but it's MINE I say, all MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
One rare book marked off the list, and an infinite number to go.

[Knightt]

After two years of searching, I finally picked up the Diamond Retailer Cyberrad TPB from EBay!!!!!

...but I paid through the nose for it.....


but it's MINE I say, all MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
One rare book marked off the list, and an infinite number to go.

HOLY CRAP, way to go geocarr !!!! That is one tough book to find. I have even had Jason Adams tell me himself that the book does not exist !!!

Care to share just how much through the nose you paid for it ?

[geocarr]

After two years of searching, I finally picked up the Diamond Retailer Cyberrad TPB from EBay!!!!!

...but I paid through the nose for it.....


but it's MINE I say, all MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
One rare book marked off the list, and an infinite number to go.

HOLY CRAP, way to go geocarr !!!! That is one tough book to find. I have even had Jason Adams tell me himself that the book does not exist !!!

Care to share just how much through the nose you paid for it ?

$65 shipped but it is flawless and looks like it has never been touched or seen the light of day.

[Heath]

Sweet deal, geocarr! It seems to me that is a pretty fair price, but I don't really know. Knightt?

[myron]

After two years of searching, I finally picked up the Diamond Retailer Cyberrad TPB from EBay!!!!!

...but I paid through the nose for it.....


but it's MINE I say, all MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
One rare book marked off the list, and an infinite number to go.

HOLY CRAP, way to go geocarr !!!! That is one tough book to find. I have even had Jason Adams tell me himself that the book does not exist !!!

Care to share just how much through the nose you paid for it ?

$65 shipped but it is flawless and looks like it has never been touched or seen the light of day.

how 'bout a scan???

[geocarr]

After two years of searching, I finally picked up the Diamond Retailer Cyberrad TPB from EBay!!!!!

...but I paid through the nose for it.....


but it's MINE I say, all MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!
One rare book marked off the list, and an infinite number to go.

HOLY CRAP, way to go geocarr !!!! That is one tough book to find. I have even had Jason Adams tell me himself that the book does not exist !!!

Care to share just how much through the nose you paid for it ?

$65 shipped but it is flawless and looks like it has never been touched or seen the light of day.

how 'bout a scan???

Sure, I got a scanner for Christmas, but I still don't know how to post a scanned image from my computer to the message board. Can someone give me step-by-step instructions?