Your Flesh had some good writers (John Ivan-Palmer, Bruce Adams), but I think they were inferior to Forced Exposure. I really miss FE. No one could articulately poo-poo something down their nose like them. Simply venemous.
What went on w/ Fantagraphics? Was that part of the attempted early-mid-'90s "synergy" between comix and alt-rock? That tanked, unf. comic artist are even poorer than musicians.
I have a 2-car garage. I keep cars in it, and a snowblower, and a lawn mower, and some chemicals and tools and shit. Have a basement and an attic too. Whoopee!
Now you can't smoke in any workplace. I HATE cig smoke but that's a fukkin bogus law. Our dentured ex-smoker Republican state senate leader Joe "Buy Me an Arena" Bruno pushed that one threw. And his limp-dick son, the D.A. of Rensellaer Co. wants to apply forfeiture laws to everythingfrom picking ip prostitutes to picking yr nose in public. Fukkin career politicians. Here's to term limits. This poster sux.
DWitt: Your Flesh was a post-hardcore zine started in the early-mid '80s, and presumably still going. The guy that edits it ran (runs?) Creature Booking.