THINGS TO DO, posted mainly so I remember, even though I got carried away. Sorry, mom.
**Find some ultra-strength waterproof découpage goo and cover the frame of an ancient (i.e. "classy") Colombia cruiser. Yes! I am collaging a super-cycle! THANK YOU FREE BIKES FOR INDULGING MY ABHORRENT TASTES. Any ideas for a theme are welcome, even if ultimately ignored. Current working theme: insects & strawberry desserts.
**Obtain my own personal thrift store organ... you know..... ...unlike all of those other organs... the ones that venture about houses of ill repute.
**Finish the ZINE. In this media-saturated day and age, it is pertinent, if not mandatory that everyone cultivate and distribute a ZINE. Do you have a ZINE, or are you supporting the terrorists? ZINES for victory!
It's "Cutting Board" #1! featuring such articles as:
Habitat for Humanatee! "As friends or food, the gentle manatee can be enjoyed in both city and suburb."
Excerpt:A healthy female manatee can produce up to 15,000 jellied eggs in one laying season! This amount can be increased by adding a male for stimulation purposes and/or tricking the creature's "sustainability panic hormone" with an excess of ultraviolet radiation, although both methods are looked down upon as cruel by PETA.
The Random Surgery Page! This edition's surgery is.......
the colectomy.
Adventures in Hi-Fi! Retro fun. Currently featuring the
Bowden Spacelander.
Also! A much needed public service announcement about how narcs can dance, and pictorial diagrams on how to make Proctor and Gamble tickled pink.
"Cutting Board" #1! Possibly being brought to you by Crimethunc™, distributors of cutting-edge up-against-the-wall anarchist propaganda for highschoolers and apathetic twenty-something alcoholics with dead-end jobs and swollen record collections. Crimethunc™: reminding you that a pseudopolitical bumper sticker IS enough.
Disclaimer: the "Cutting Board" ZINE is intended to be a learning tool; not a mockery of any ZINE, either in production or currently available.
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This entry has been brought to you by Hamm's beer. As Mister Disembrainer once noted, you can pretend that every can says "Hamas."