Hello. The Rocket Grande Variety Art Collective or Rockgrandvarartco for short, has been in
existence for far, far too long with out a manifesto. I’m here to change that. So who are we and
what are we about? Let’s break it down together.
First off, we are Rocket Grande, as the name implies. Who is Rocket Grande? Right now, we are
just two suburban kids with way too much time on their hands. This description is subject to
change, as time has been increasingly hard to come by, and we are moving slowly out of the
suburbs.
Secondly, we are a Variety Art Collective. What is a Variety Art Collective? Let me define it using
the Rocket Grande dictionary. Variety is like eclectic tastes or something and art is visual or
something and I think collective is a communist idea. So, I think it’s something like an elective
visual communist page or something. I don’t really know.
So know that you know what we are, what do we do?
Wouldn’t you like to know.
Snoopy bastard.
We make art and comics (which some people sometimes consider art, so I guess if you are one
of those people sometimes, we just make art). Art is varied, so don’t be surprised to see movies,
pictures, songs, and performances get posted on here. Like a boy scout, be prepared.
We’re trying to make the world a more whimsical place, one piece of art at a time.
E-mail: erlim@wisc.edu
AIM: erl802
Bio
"Eric Lim was born on the streets of Chicago,
literally on the sidewalk. He was raised with the
knowledge and the ability to disarm or kill any
threatening creature. Little did he know how
important this would be. Then at The Hill
School he met his destiny head on. The Hill
was being terrorized by squirrels and emus.
Survival seemed impossible, but Eric was able
to disarm and kill all life forms. Especially the
Emus, he showed no mercy. Now Eric lives the
simple life in Wisconsin tending his sheep." -
Robert Klink
"If you ask around Hunts Point in the Bronx,
the name Eric Lim invokes fear in even the
most hardened gangbangers, pimps, and
crack addicts that bleed through the gritty
streets. Born into a wealthy Jewish family in
Westchester New York, Eric, who is afflicted
with a rare genetic disorder called RRS, or
Randomized Race Syndrom, was born Chinese
in appearance despite both his parents being
Italian Jews. At the tender age of three, Eric’s
parents were tragically slaughtered by the
Jamaican Cartel on a routine visit to the south
side of Jamaica, Queens. Having just
witnessed his mother and father shot thirty-six
times in the face with twelve-gauge shotguns,
stumbling onto busy Hillside Avenue, run over
seventeen total times by an eighteen-wheel
Mack trucks, set on fire by cigarettes thrown
from passing cars, and then diced into dozens
of pieces by shards of steel ejected from a
nearby car crash, Eric was left on his own with
only a few last breaths from pieces of his
mother’s body - “Er-aghhhh, grbbbbb, sh-sh-
sh-gurgle.” The Jamaican Cartel leader, EZ-J-
Kru-Em-Masta-Fresh-Ta,. taking pity on the
three year old, and also amazed by Eric’s six-
foot seven frame, decided to take the toddler
into his care. The youngster was brought to
Hunts Point in the Bronx, where he learned the
gritty trade of sex-selling. By the age of seven,
Eric had accumulated a staggering seventeen
hundred sales under his belt, all without
knowing what ‘sex’ meant. At the age of nine,
Eric’s life took it’s greatest turn. He shot a man
after a heated exchange, a seventy-six year
old woman, a Taiwanese immigrant who Eric
still claims as his biggest nemesis in Hunt’s
Point at the time. Eric was soon arrested,
despite killing off several N.Y.P.D. officers in
the struggle, sixty-four in number, with a sawed-
off golf club and a plastic knife, and was
sentenced to two months in juvenile hall and
six hours of community service. It was here, at
the age of nine years, that Eric’s life took it’s
greatest turn. Working in a local YMCA, Eric
was accosted by six-hundred and twelve
Taiwanese youth, children of the elderly man
he had shot two months earlier, who turned out
to be, according to police reports, the Queen
of Taiwan. The youth were each individually
trained in Brazilian kung-fu, and after several
hours, Eric was left bleeding in the street,
surprisingly with only minor injuries. After
leaving the hospital three months later with two
prosthetic legs, six-thousand stitches, and
three pounds of steel plates in his face, Eric
decided that his life needed reform. He walked
to the nearest Baptist church, was immediately
rejected because of his Jewish last name, and
wandered into the Al-Mazequ mosque next
door. Ten years later, Eric is still a devout
Hindu; the tattoo of Buddha on his testicles is
testament to his devotion and change of
lifestyle."
-Tenda Spencer
E-mail: sweeney2@uiuc.edu
AIM: johnnnyryall
Bio
"Marty Sullivan Sweeney exited his mother's
womb in July of ole '86. A few years later he
was drafted into the military and shot."
-Tre Parinoia.
