Andre has the files again, on disc. WOOOOO #6 is officially being laid out!
At the moment it looks like this:

That’s it in the middle, see it? Sleeping in it’s cozy chorion on Andre’s desktop, waiting to graduate from the laval stage and become a beautiful, perfect-bound, 150 something page collection of conversations with people of public interest.
This may be the best thing we’ve ever done, and lets face it- We’ve done a lot.
Consider, if you will, that this is our SIXTH issue. Our SIXTH! Can you even imagine how it must feel to climb to such vertiginous heights of achievement? These are truly glorious times for everyone involved in this small, though horribly pungent, duck turd we call
WOOOOO MAGAZINE.
At this juncture I would like to thank ALL of this issue’s contributers, even the crappy ones, and apologize for the lengthy wait that many of you have numbingly endured since submitting you’re work in… March? April?
Don’t blame the editor! Blame your fellow freelancer! He was still dropping mounds on my desk up until last week! Or last month at least!
Thanks also goes to our paying advertisers. Publishing this rag would be borderline impossible if it weren’t for you two guys. Thanks a ton.
lastly, I should thank all the letter writers, the people who drop us a line just to say-
‘Hey, you know what? I like what your doing.’ Or ‘I’m a horny. Can I come intern for the summer?’ Or ‘You should interview me! I’m an artist!’
Thank-you all for the steady stream of good natured missives that keep this train a-chugg’n.
This is fast turning into absolute twaddle, so I’ll wrap it up.
Sincere thanks to everyone involved, sorry about the wait.
Also, sorry to everyone that came in contact with me on Tuesday night.
Thank you Ryan Kearney for retrieving my beloved sunglasses from the face of Pia Arr-o-brio-bo, and keeping them safe from harm.
You are a saint among swine.
No thanks goes to the producers of Chateau Grande Cassagne, Costieres de Nimes, Rose 2004.
Your grapes are evil and should be burned on the vine.