Archive for November, 2007
Peanuts is a photography zine put together by some french cats we know. Check eet out! Ces’t radical-balls! You may have to email Antoine to get you hands on a copy.
Now watch this-
Now see this posting I ripped from manwiththedogs
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Me and Gary dusted off the ‘Ghost with a Cock’ silk screen this week, and belted out some new t-shirts. Years ago, before we started the mag, we did these t-shirts in a bid to make the stupidest t-shirt in the world. ‘I’ve got it!’ said Gary, ‘A ghost with a little penis and he’s saying “Wooooo”!’. They were enormously, retardedly successful so we decided to start the stupidest interview mag in the world and we didn’t have a name so we just called it ‘WOOOOO’ after the T. The ghost with a cock became the logo for the mag, and now we’re giving YOU the chance to be a walking billboard for US by wearing it. It’s absolutely freezing in New York right now, cold enough to do heroin. Don’t buy heroin though, buy a t-shirt. It wont make you vomit on yourself, steal from friends or fall asleep with a smoke in your mouth.
Wooooo #5 is being printed right this second in Canada. It has taken forever because of format changes and negotiations and all that annoying shit that makes me want to quit doing this. Keep your eyes peeled though, they’re on the way.
Another cat of the week! Nice, big one from Neil-
My best friend, Boaz, always had dogs, never cats. So after his last dog died (if I recall correctly, due to a culmination of various fight injuries by the neighborhood Doberman) his mom decided to mix it up and go with yet another species (they had a very bad experiences with sea turtles, rabbits and fish).
Gatul the cat was named by a gorgeous Brazilian model that came to Tel Aviv for a photo shoot and decided to stick around. Gatul is a combination of Gato and Hatool (Cat in Portuguese and Hebrew, respectfully). She now lives in Greece with an Olympic Medalist high jumper, but I digress. She had really long legs. Ok, never mind. I was always at Boaz’s house, going straight there after school, and while arriving with the preconception that I’m more of a dog person, I immediately understood why. The cat would not stop scratching me, biting me, or both. He conducted sneak attacks, climb the back of my favorite lazy boy and jump on my head, scratching my face. I then threw him against the wall, television or into the fire place. I loved that cat. I wanted it dead. Over the years Gatul relaxed, and I think the fact that I moved overseas helped our relationship. He grew old and sweet, and when I found out how to give him small seizures by panting heavily, the relationship just grew stronger. Gatul died this September, and Boaz was very sad. I was very sad too, I think, or maybe relieved. Not sure.
Due to the overwhelming response to yesterdays ‘Cat of the Week’ we have too many cats to do only one a week! So heres another one. John’s cat ‘Mister’.
This is Mister.He totally rules and could take down any cat anywhere anytime. Even the big feral cats that lived in the haystacks where I grew up would piss in their boots if they came across him on a moonlit night. Mister eats anything, toast, hummus, string cheese, biscuits, edamame, shoelaces, pasta, rice crispy treats, even important cables, that are really costly to replace. One night he jumped in the fridge, unbeknownst to my drunk arse, and spent the next 7 hours in there. When I got some milk for my tea the next morning he just stepped out like nothing was even a big deal…yep he’s as tough as shit. He’s also real sweet and affectionate but I prefer to write about that side of his personality on catfanciers.com. It’s much better suited to really getting gay for cats.
Is your cat very good? Good enough to be on the internet? Think about it, it’s the internet we’re talking about. Let us know- info@wooooomag.comIn other news I can’t for the life of me get this song out of my head. Could be worse I suppose, it could be this. Actually thats pretty awesome…
Your probably wondering what the hell is going on with this whole ‘Wooooo’ thing, right? Every time you come to the site there’s nothing about the magazine! It’s just random shit about motorcycles, Morrissey, James Dean and cups of tea! Well thats what we’re into here! We’re into cats too! In fact, we might just start doing a little thing called ‘Cat of the Week’! This weeks cat of the week is Jason’s old cat ‘Furgazi’.
Furgazi. Sweetest little sleepy cat that ever lived! She is living proof that you never have to wake up properly if you don’t want to. Furgazi was named before we even got a look at her, we had to get a cat after we thought of the name Furgazi. We called her Furgazi because we are cool, indy kids. When Furgazi turned up, her eyes were infected. She’d got something in them at the shelter and she was all fucked up and puffy. We nursed her back to health and she seemed to always appreciate it. She’s not dead but I refer to her in past tense because when I moved I had to leave her with my old roommate because technically it was her cat. She did go down to the animal shelter and pick her out… but really, Furgazi was my cat, I came up with the name! When I moved I offered my roommate $1000.00 for Furgazi but she wouldn’t take it, she knew how good Furgazi was. Furgazi is a bit like a dog because she is always, always happy and nice. She never scratched me ever, even when I put her in a bag and swung her around and accidently hit the ceiling! Or the time I put her in the microwave. Or the time she climbed in the fridge and I closed the door. Or the time she got in the dishwasher and I closed the door. Or the time I put a sock on her head. Or the time I taped a remote control car to her head. Or how I always woke her up. In retrospect, she probably should have taken one of my eyes, but she was always cool, and she’d come running when you called her, and she knew when you were sad and she’d try to make you feel better, I’m not even kidding. Amazing cat.
If you’d like your cat to be ‘Cat of the Week’ send words and pictures to info@wooooomag.com
Shake a fucking leg, woman! Wheres my tea?! Let’s go! Don’t you spill it! Don’t spill it! Don’t burn me! I felt it! You just burnt me you stupid, stupid woman! Go back to the kitchen and start over! If you can’t pour a cup of tea without maiming me I’ll go out and find a new wife! An asian one! Like the ones in the videos! Good. Now where are the cookies? Where? In the kitchen? You don’t love me! I hate you! It’s all your fault I’m the way I am! You horrible fat pig! I hate you! I hate you! Your disgusting! Are you wearing lipstick? Go wash your ugly face, you look like a slut! I’m so ashamed of you! You sicken me! YOU JUST BURNT ME AGAIN! 
If you grew up in Australia in the 80′s/90′s and your dad was a motorcycle enthusiast, he probably read AMCN (Australian Motor Cycle News) and that means you know who Fred Gassit is, and you’ll probably never laugh that hard ever again.
Diane ‘Night-train‘ Barcelowsky is an old friend ours who does really cool stuff, like this picture of nude ladies under a blanket. You should check out her site.
This is all we’ve been listening to at our weekly ‘bongs and amyl’ party at the office. It’s amazing!
The mag is printing right this very second somewhere in Canada O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
If we ran an ad for the mag and it looked like this, would you think that the douche with the mohawk was one of us? You guys are pretty smart right? We couldn’t stop laughing at this until someone pointed out that our readers might think that this is what we look like, and then suddenly everyone would think bleached out fag-hawks were cool. So we had to ditch it and use a nude lady instead… which isn’t very funny… unless you were there when the photo was taken… which you weren’t. I wish you were, it was pretty funny.
We Googled ourselves the other day, again, and we found a Woooooo review on Damon Way’s blog! He said we were excellent! Isn’t that nice? Whatever Warren Buffett! Gimmi a million dollars! Kidding, just kidding… thousand? Let me know. Anyway, he’s got a really interesting blog happening there, with lots of random, science related shit like this- The Voyager Golden Record!It’s this phonograph record/time capsule that was sent into space with the Voyager spacecraft in 1977. It contains audio and images that are meant to give a basic overview of our whole deal here on earth, so when aliens stumble upon it, in an estimated 40,000 years, they’ll be able to check us out… provided they have a record player… ‘Johnny B. Goode’ by Chuck berry made the cut (really), but there’s no Zeppelin. Stupid.
Found a box of #4! Sorry if you wanted one and we said they were all gone… We got ‘em now! You can buy it! Hooray! Issue #5 is here this month! Amazing! Hooray! And we’re doing some new colloborative T-shirts just in time for winter! Excellent!
I know, I know, way too much motorcycle related content. Can’t help it. Look at this picture I just found on Scott Pommier’s web site! That’s amazing! How could I not drag that over to Wooooomag.com, without permission, and hope he doesn’t find out about it?
Oh yeah! Halloween! V Magazine had a party at the Gramercy Hotel and some weird shit went down…
… I went home with the girl in the scrubs and played ‘Doctors’, if you know what I mean…
I mean we did it.