Guh. Gourmet Magazine was shut down yesterday. I can’t believe it! Another regular writing gig dries up leaving me even more penniless than I was before.
And what about this article I wrote for them? I just spent two weeks writing a piece on the myriad culinary applications of broiled tripe and ram’s balls for their next issue! What am I supposed to do with it now?
Fan-fucking-tastic. Next Cookie will take a dive and I won’t see a cent for the collection of thrifty-tips I just finished. It’s a list of cost-cutting ideas like- “Make shoes out of soup tins!” and “Why cut hair when you can just burn it?” etc…

Fuck. Cookie folded yesterday too. I’m screwed.

Incidentally, while all these publishing behemoths come crashing down one after the other, guess who’s not closing it’s doors?
Wooooo Magazine, bitch. We’re not going anywhere. We’ll keep churning out an issue every twelve months even if it kills us.
Seriously though, we’re really sorry to hear these mags have shut down. It’s a major bummer.
Now watch this guy. He’s awesome.

Yesterday’s nostalgic rant about zombies and skateboarding roused a flurry of write-ins from old dudes who wanna talk about it some more. We received this letter from a Derek Roth who wanted us to remember ‘Skidz’-

“Dear Wooooo,
What about Skidz! Do you guys remember Skidz?
Skidz!

Love, Derek.”

Indeed we do. Here’s a picture of some retardos enjoying Skidz in the not too distant past…

We also received a letter alerting us to this egregious breach of copyright… or trademark law… or whatever-

Fuckers. Well, I suppose things could be a shit-sight worse- Some jerk-off has turned Aurel Schmidt’s artwork into jewelry. She sent a group email out yesterday encouraging everyone to not support this act of “cultural vampirism”
Pretty weird. Normally they wait till you’re dead before they start raking your bones like vultures.

Anyway, cats, thats it for another day.

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