Monday, 18 January 2010

Scott Mills' Undeflatable Ego

Hey there jizzwizard. The new issue of Lucida Console has been shelved for a couple of weeks whilst the usage of the 1st person tense gets edited down. Whilst working in a fish factory today and listening to radio 1 there was a moment of realisation when hearing Scott Mills' constantly say "I think that", "I did this", and "I've got a large and peculiar ego but a very small and frail mind" that I thought, hey buddy you're neither as funny as you think you are, nor as interesting. So, the usage of "I" is being somewhat reduced throughout the zine because nobody likes a person that can suck their own dick: ultimtaely issue nine won't be out cuz of Scott Mills. Plus, my fingers really stink of fish, and typing only helps to circulate the smell. Anyhow, here's the cover. Think about other people more often.

Tuesday, 5 January 2010

hammer and sickle cell anemia

Well I figure why not post up two pieces of rot in one day eh? And what a day! This snow is rad, it has somehow made it ok to sit here and type crap that nobody cares about and not feel bad about it. Here's an old page of titbits and book reviews from issue 5. It's a prime example of rotten batshit genre literature which will survive everybody's post-NYE awkwardness. Peace on Middle Earth. SW X

Everything shits until it dies.

Happy New Year! I hope everything isn't fucking shit for you and you're feeling positively non-suicidal. New Year's Eve I was in bed by 11:15pm with a severe case of misery guts, not even fine rum could save me and lord knows I tried to get enough of it down my neck before the darkness took hold of my mind.

The reason I haven't posted since November is because I have been working on issue 9 and I don't want to waste any of the "gold" I've been producing on a shitty blog. I wrote a period drama about a stuck up redheaded girl who works in Morris' pasty shop in Falmouth which is pretty much the least interesting thing ever produced. Yes, life has become dull and the only thing keeping me from complete disillusionment in 2010 is Piers Anthony, an American sci fi writer who writes bizarre fantasy books with titles like "Alien Plot" "Cthon" and "Knot Gneiss". In this fantasy world I have immersed myself in everything is exciting and vaguely sexy. There are loads of stories about people quiting real life and joining communities possesing REAL MAGIC and it sounds pretty cool to be honest. I'm still in exactly the same situation I was when I was 15 years old and I hate it. Long live fantasy. I'll post something up again when issue 9 is nearly done. Not long now hopefully. Smell ya later. SW