(Thursday): Well, my 'zine is finally gearing up to put out a new issue. I'm kind of stumped on what to do for a new article. Since Ken's gone, I can't just decline writing, which is too bad. I get inspired about once every six months. I could either write about why women shouldn't have the right to vote, olympic figure skating, or how to get a job when you're sociopath.
None of these topics grab me, though. I don't feel any real drive to write about them. Which means my article will probably be shitty.
Another thing to consider is cover art. We usually don't have any, but I feel vaguely obligated, considering the fact that my scanner's finally working. I just don't know what to put on the cover. Although I'm leaning towards putting a picture of Sasha on the cover. She likes the fame of being my cat.
We dropped off leftover copies of the last issue at the Green Barrel (we had 7 copies left). The people who work there are so nice. They keep the 'zine on top of the front counter, not behind it. Replay, the used CD store that used to carry our 'zine as well, kept it hidden behind the counter, like porn.
As I was walking out of Green Barrel, this guy who had been standing out front stopped me, and asked how we pronounced the title of our 'zine. I told him, and he introduced himself as the owner of the store.
He said he loved our 'zine, had read every issue that had come to his store, and wanted to link our web site to the recently put up Green Barrel site. Naturally, I was amazed and flattered. This is so incredibly cool!! We're finally getting recognition.
(Friday): I think Valentine's Day is making Drisco freak. Poor baby. I wonder how it will feel to be alone. She's started pestering Dirk again...she was attempting to borrow his bass, so that her imaginary band could play. However, her friend, Jack-off, who would be using the bass, owed Dirk 20 dollars, that she told him at the last minute she wouldn't be able to pay. Dirk was hesitant to let Krisco borrow the bass for Jack-off's use. Krisco got an attitude, finally saying (as ungraciously as possible), that she would give Dirk the money Jack-off owed him. Dirk took offense to her attitude, told her he wasn't going to lend her the bass, and told her to get out of his room. She spent the rest of the time until I picked him up crying outside his bedroom door. Pathetic bitch.
We spent a few hours over at Tower Records. Dirk actually looks at the CDs. I usually just pick up several different sex comics and read those for a couple hours. I wish they would get some new ones. I've already memorized the old ones.