Swim with sharks and fly with aeroplanes in the air
Went to Pablo's last night at 9:30 pm to get caffienated enough to 'finish' the layout for my zine. Deacon was working and we chatted about zine stuff and he made me a 7 mocha on the rictor scale of sweetness (that dude is so kind and awesome).
He said he used to format his zines at Tom's Diner before it got bad. I nodded knowingly, even though the first time I was ever at Tom's Diner was with Robin in the fall, but I can imagine a better Tom's Diner in my mind's eye. This conversation made me wonder how old Deacon is."Before Tom's Diner was bad."See what I mean?
Then he asked me what kind of zine it was which me me uncomfortable in my shoes thinking of all the options and descriptors at that moment:
1. Oh, you know, incest abuse.
2. Rape and sexual abuse in the family
...and so I stuttered, "Well its kind of depressing...its a sex survivor zine" To which he replied "Yeah that is kind of depressing. Are you having a zine release party?" "No, no", I said, "Not for me, but there is one for a bunch of folks this saturday which sort of includes me." "Would I be an ass if I invited myself? he said. "Absolutley not!" I said. And then I forgot Anna and Kelly's address. So if anyone is reading this that has a flyer for this saturday...do you have any extra one(s) I could snag this week or that you could take to Pablo's?
Then I think I left without actually paying for my coffee by accident (I was totally spaced out) and went to go get more supplies of DOOM. The rest of the night I locked myself in my room and listened to 2 Bonnie Rait albums (ha!) and formatted the layout to my hearts content. I'm still not done and kind of not so sure about the nature of the beast at this point, but...we shall see. I am getting pretty committed to the idea of cutting and pasting for 70 pages I think.
Note that before all of this commenced I catapulted myself to a new level of old women by watching episode after episode after episode of The Golden Girls with Skeletor.
He said he used to format his zines at Tom's Diner before it got bad. I nodded knowingly, even though the first time I was ever at Tom's Diner was with Robin in the fall, but I can imagine a better Tom's Diner in my mind's eye. This conversation made me wonder how old Deacon is."Before Tom's Diner was bad."See what I mean?
Then he asked me what kind of zine it was which me me uncomfortable in my shoes thinking of all the options and descriptors at that moment:
1. Oh, you know, incest abuse.
2. Rape and sexual abuse in the family
...and so I stuttered, "Well its kind of depressing...its a sex survivor zine" To which he replied "Yeah that is kind of depressing. Are you having a zine release party?" "No, no", I said, "Not for me, but there is one for a bunch of folks this saturday which sort of includes me." "Would I be an ass if I invited myself? he said. "Absolutley not!" I said. And then I forgot Anna and Kelly's address. So if anyone is reading this that has a flyer for this saturday...do you have any extra one(s) I could snag this week or that you could take to Pablo's?
Then I think I left without actually paying for my coffee by accident (I was totally spaced out) and went to go get more supplies of DOOM. The rest of the night I locked myself in my room and listened to 2 Bonnie Rait albums (ha!) and formatted the layout to my hearts content. I'm still not done and kind of not so sure about the nature of the beast at this point, but...we shall see. I am getting pretty committed to the idea of cutting and pasting for 70 pages I think.
Note that before all of this commenced I catapulted myself to a new level of old women by watching episode after episode after episode of The Golden Girls with Skeletor.