#Bob Bolling(?)
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dirtyriver · 3 months ago
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"Opening Night", preview of World of Archie Jumbo Comics Digest #143, written by George Gladir, art by Bob Bolling (pencils) and Rudy Lapick (inks)
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jhsharman · 3 months ago
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"Fright Plight"
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But now the reader may think Cat Caramels are a thing?
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balu8 · 4 months ago
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Archie and Me #3: Always Archie
by Frank Doyle; Bob Bolling ans Mario Acquaviva
Archie
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Time to post from "60 Magical Stories" again!
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This time, Sabrina helps her ball playing friend gain confidence in "Team Effort" (Sabrina The Teenage Witch #74, July, 1982), written by George Gladier, art by Bob Bolling! A nice story, especially for the other dimension stuff, really gives that otherworldly vibe Sabrina needs!
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smashedpages · 6 months ago
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Happy Birthday to Bob Bolling!
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virtualrobustness · 1 year ago
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Little Tricia pt. 1
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meowburgerz · 1 year ago
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i just had seeeeeeeex and it felt so good
@lgbitties
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evilhorse · 2 years ago
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Haunting live outlaws is old stuff to Robotman…
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weirdominate · 2 years ago
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Always wondered about all the little bumps in the ground at the Lodge estate. (Little Archie; 1975.)
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arokel · 6 months ago
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In the West
Rating: G Characters: Bobby Moch Summary: That’s why Bobby’s staying, really; that’s why he’s putting it off.
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Bobby has seen a few east coast sunsets in his life - always this time of year, usually accompanied by a similar grouping of guys - but he’s never quite gotten used to the ways they differ from sunsets back home. There are no mountains in the way, for one; the sun just sinks and sinks until it vanishes over the horizon. There’s no lingering pale-blue glow just above and beyond the snow-caps even as the rest of the sky goes dark. It makes the night feel swifter, more abrupt.
It sets over land, too, which is even stranger. All Bobby’s life he’s known that the sun sets in the west, towards the sea. Out far enough on the coast, from the bay in Montesano, you can watch it submerge, reflecting gold off the silver-grey waters as it disappears. This way around just feels wrong.
He’s never given those differences too much thought before, on any of the other nights he’s spent like this in his four years of train trips east to race. But right now everything feels unnatural - the artificial stillness of a man-made lake, no breeze off the water to stir the muggy air; the nervous, expectant energy of another race to come mingling with the victorious flush on the race just won; the odd sense of poetic fitness that today, of all days, their Olympic dreams are now within their reach.
“What’s that thing, from Bolles’ thesis?” Chuck asks, head tipped towards the pale lilac sky. The wisps of smoke off his cigarette curl upwards to twine amongst the rising smoke of their bonfire, a wavering, hazy filter over the newly-appearing stars. “Some guy at Camp Lewis today in eighteen-whenever?”
“Eighteen-forty-one,” Shorty says.
“How the hell’d you just know that?”
Shorty uses the stick with which he’s been drawing patterns in the dirt to nudge one of the supporting logs into a better position. “I’ve got a good head for facts.”
“Maybe we should start calling you the professor. Now that there’s going to be an opening,” Johnny says.
“Nah,” Shorty says easily, “if anyone’s inheriting that it’ll be dear old Bobby here.”
And that’s the other thing that isn’t quite right about this whole scene.
Shorty’s re-positioned log crackles and flares with a new lick of flames, sending sparks up into the column of smoke. They hang suspended there, dancing like fireflies for a brief moment before they flicker out. Roger yelps and hurries to extinguish the few that have managed to find their way onto his shirt before dying.
Bobby has only ever seen fireflies out east, too. And next year he won’t be here to see them again.
“I won’t be anything nearly so professorial,” he says. “Just an assistant coach.”
He could come back here. That was always his plan: graduate, win Poughkeepsie, then on to law school at the most prestigious east coast college that would take him. It feels wrong to pause in the middle of that, to linger in a space that was always meant to be in-between - this final summer, his last hurrah as a college athlete, a farewell to the only sport he’s ever loved for its own sake. Bobby isn’t one to draw out goodbyes.
But after this year, after rowing with these guys… for the first time in his life, Bobby isn’t ready to move on to the next big thing.
“Bob?”
It’s Joe, speaking quietly into the new silence around the fire. Bobby blinks.
“Sorry, lost in thought. It’s going to be weird, not having him around.”
The sky, with its ever-surprising east coast alacrity, has grown noticeably darker in the time Bobby spent wallowing in his own second-guessing. The finality of it makes him anxious.
No one else seems to share his melancholy, though there is a wistful edge to Gordy’s laugh when he speaks, eyes gleaming through the hazy dark. “I’ll say. Who’s going to put together a freshman crew good enough to swap a few of ‘em into our boat next year?”
Now the laughter around the circle turns uneasy - no one wants to think about the others leaving any more than they want to think about Bobby.
That’s why Bobby’s staying, really; that’s why he’s putting it off. No matter what happens two days from now, no matter what happens in Berlin, he wants to hold on to this as long as he can. A drawn-out goodbye. The sun setting behind the mountains and into the sea.
“Me, that’s who. You’re not rid of me yet,” he says. He closes his eyes, breathes in smoke and warm air and camaraderie, and when he opens them, the day is gone.
He’ll get used to east coast sunsets someday. But not yet.
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kwebtv · 9 months ago
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Murder in the Heartland - ABC - May 3-4, 1993
True Crime / Drama (2 episodes)
Running Time: 157 Minutes Total
Stars:
Tim Roth as Charles Starkweather
Fairuza Balk as Caril Ann Fugate
Randy Quaid as Elmer Scheele
Brian Dennehy as John McArthur
Roberts Blossom as August "Gus" Meyer (5th Victim)
Tom Bower as Marion Bartlett (2nd Victim)
Jennifer Griffin as Velda Bartlett (3rd Victim)
Rondi Reed as Jonette Fox
Bob Gunton as Governor Anderson
Ryan Cutrona as C. Lauer Ward (10th Victim)
Angie Bolling as Clara Ward (9th Victim)
Jake Carpenter as Robert Jensen (6th Victim)
Heather Kafka as Carol King (7th Victim)
Don Bloomfield as Bobby Colvert (1st Victim)
John Hussey as Mr. Jensen
James Hansen Prince as Deputy Sheriff Bill Romer
John S. Davies as Merle Karnopp
Mark Walters as Chief Robert Ainslie
Milo O'Shea as Clem Gaughan
Gerry Bamman as Judge Brooks
Jeff Perry as Earl Heflin
Connie Cooper as Hazel Heflin
Kate Reid as Pansy Street
Marco Perella as Bob Von Busch (uncredited)
Renée Zellweger as Barbara Von Busch (uncredited)
Gary Mitchell Carter as Rodney Starkweather (uncredited)
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dirtyriver · 3 months ago
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"Haunt Taunt", preview of Sabrina the Teenage Witch Annual Spectacular #1, written by George Gladir, art by Bob Bolling (pencils) and Rudy Lapick (inks)
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jhsharman · 4 months ago
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"win din"
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Weigh the appropriateness of the dynamics for this particular contest anyways, but weigh a little more the judges -- Mr. Weatherbee? Not sure when Archie steps in for this one, but he has been judging them since 1945. Betty wins it and Veronica plays a Mean Girls act.
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"Win Din" presents something that is not necessarily just a beauty contest, though the last dress event is apparently the swimsuit contest.
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balu8 · 5 months ago
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"What's wrong?"
"He said he is going to school!"
Archie and Me #5: Help Wanted
by Frank Doyle; Bob Bolling and Mario Acquaviva
Archie
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Cover by Bob White
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Sabrina helps a vampire live a little in this Sabrina The Teenage Witch #65 story, "Castle Hassle" (February 1981) by George Gladir and Bob Bolling!
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smashedpages · 1 year ago
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Little Archie and Little Veronica share an adventure in this complete classic Archie story shared with us by Archie Comics. You'll find it in Archie Jumbo Comics Digest #342, and it's by Bob Boilling, Chic Stone and Bill Yoshida.
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