A SHORT STORY BY MATT GAJEWSKI: “Admittedly, the inaugural Mr. Dictator Pageant didn’t go quite as we had planned”
BY LELAND CHEUK: A review of Tony DuShane’s Confessions of a Teenage Jesus Jerk
PRETENTIOUS MACHO THEATER BY R.JOHN XERXES: A look at Spanish director Amando de Ossorio’s classic undead horror films
A SHORT STORY BY PAUL M. DAVIS: Signs of life and sociopathic behavior on the surface of Mars
A SHORT STORY BY MATT WOOD: “He bumped into my shoulder as he turned to sit back down. ‘Whatever, man, you’re not a real teacher.’”
BY KIRA WISNIEWSKI: Navigating the world of online dating with a virtual support group
BY MATT GAJEWSKI AND ZACH DANESH: Part two in a comic series
A COLUMN BY LEVI FULLER: Reviewing two new releases by Ke$ha and Phil Vassar using nothing but their covers
SHADOW OF THE PINE BY DJ TOM LG: Unearthing the sinister underbelly of American music
BY DAV YENDLER: A comic strip culled from a Facebook comment thread
VALUE ADDED BY PAUL M. DAVIS: A roundup of culture of note, including the Tank Riot podcast, Wormwood, Nevada, For All Mankind, and Sleigh Bells
MOONY HABITATIONS, A COLUMN BY LEILANI CLARK: “I have a retained the pure, unadulterated joy in hearing a new album, in reading a perfect sentence, the same joy I felt in my teens and twenties.”
A SHORT STORY BY BRIGID J. BARRY: “I kept walking, following the kites with my eyes instead of watching where I was going. I began to be worried that their strings would get tangled up, since they were so close together.”
BY KATE DANDIZETTE: An interview with the people preserving web fandom for the ages
BY MATT GAJEWSKI AND ZACH DANESH: The first in a comic series
A FINE LINE, BY CAT JOHNSON: I’m one of the endangered music lovers who goes for the album experience. From the cover art and packaging to the practically perfect afternoon spent listening to an album from top to bottom, thumbing through the photos, reading along with the lyrics, envisioning the band at work in the studio…this for me is bliss
A SHORT STORY BY MEGAN STIELSTRA: My first fake ID was from a five-foot, thirty-five-year-old woman named Rosario and, surprisingly enough, it worked—so long as I ducked down nine inches, wore a wig and put on my I am not eighteen face.
Paul M Davis