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friday on my mind
Oct. 21st, 2011 08:43 pmBeen working Thursday-Friday-Saturday on the 12 hour shifts all day. So it doesn't feel like Friday night to me at all, mentally I'm somewhere between Wednesday and Thursday at about 3pm, it's been a punishing week and there's still some more to come. Missing REDLINE tomorrow at the Underground as part of the http://torontoafterdark.com/2011/ Toronto After Dark Film Festival, which sucks. It's one of the few new anime flicks I was interested in catching, if only because of the buzz. Alas, not to be. Dunno if we're going out to the sticks or to the toy show on Sunday, which is also Canzine, the zine festival sponsored by Broken Pencil. Canzine pluses are a "Mental Hygiene" film room sponsored by Trash Palace. Canzine minuses are "emerging poets and musicians". The last one we went to was heavy on the experimental arts and crafts and performance art, light on, you know, zines. So that's iffy. http://www.brokenpencil.com/canzine-toronto
Anyway you should check out this weeks' Stupid Comics which is all about how Josie got possessed by an evil spirit and started cursing and setting fire to things and emitting foul odors.
I don't kid about demonic possession of Archie characters! Alas, Betty Cooper doesn't show up to preach to everybody.
Also at Found Sound we have music from Jungle Emperor AND from Kimba The White Lion AND from Leo The Lion, so you can get your talking animal proto-furry 60s jones taken care of once and for all!
And now I feel like I've done my LJ duty and caught you all up to date on what I've been doing (working) and what I will be doing tomorrow (working) and what I might do Sunday (zines, or toys, or that antique store in Woodstock).
I dunno, the zine thing... I have a love of self publishing, did zines for years, love the idea of zines. Seriously, there are zines I love. I loved me some TEEN GANG DEBS, THRIFT SCORE, BEER FRAME, MURDER CAN BE FUN. I've purchased self-published comics that rival anything published by any "real" publisher out there. But I was halfway through the last FLUKE show when I realized that I honestly have no interest in most anybody else's zines. I will sell you MY zines, sure, I'll even swap with you, but the thought of parading through a hall full of earnest young faces all wanting me to buy their macrame or their pottery or their hand-stitched magazine about their struggle with obesity and/or their love of Morrissey... all punctuated by open-mike poetry readings... it's almost too much to bear, especially as the thing is $5 at the door. Lord knows how much it would cost without the sponsorship of the various city, provincial, and national arts councils! I need to start a zine festival and get my share of that sweet arts council action.
Anyway you should check out this weeks' Stupid Comics which is all about how Josie got possessed by an evil spirit and started cursing and setting fire to things and emitting foul odors.
I don't kid about demonic possession of Archie characters! Alas, Betty Cooper doesn't show up to preach to everybody.
Also at Found Sound we have music from Jungle Emperor AND from Kimba The White Lion AND from Leo The Lion, so you can get your talking animal proto-furry 60s jones taken care of once and for all!
And now I feel like I've done my LJ duty and caught you all up to date on what I've been doing (working) and what I will be doing tomorrow (working) and what I might do Sunday (zines, or toys, or that antique store in Woodstock).
I dunno, the zine thing... I have a love of self publishing, did zines for years, love the idea of zines. Seriously, there are zines I love. I loved me some TEEN GANG DEBS, THRIFT SCORE, BEER FRAME, MURDER CAN BE FUN. I've purchased self-published comics that rival anything published by any "real" publisher out there. But I was halfway through the last FLUKE show when I realized that I honestly have no interest in most anybody else's zines. I will sell you MY zines, sure, I'll even swap with you, but the thought of parading through a hall full of earnest young faces all wanting me to buy their macrame or their pottery or their hand-stitched magazine about their struggle with obesity and/or their love of Morrissey... all punctuated by open-mike poetry readings... it's almost too much to bear, especially as the thing is $5 at the door. Lord knows how much it would cost without the sponsorship of the various city, provincial, and national arts councils! I need to start a zine festival and get my share of that sweet arts council action.
