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Capital of Nasty Electronic Magazine Volume IV, Issue 12, AD MCMXCIX Monday, August 17, 1999 ISSN 1482-0471 ------------------------------------------- `Yeah, but everyone has a bad issue. However, I picked up a new dictionary today and under FECES, it said "noun, 1. the last issue of CoN"' -- Jeff Wright ------------------------------------------- "I've been eating shrimp and now I have an itch down there." "I don't think the itch is a matter of diet but a matter of hygiene." ------------------------------------------- 1. Editorial 2. Vandalism by the Book 3. Welcome to College (or "Higher Education, my arse") 4. CoN at the movies ------------------------------------------- This week's Golden Testicle awards: Britney Spears Breast Pump http://www.z100.com/source/hpsn/britney/index.html Does your dog look like Hirohito? http://www.homeroom1.com/history.html ------------------------------------------- 1. E d i t o r i a l By CoN Staff ALL IT TAKES these days to register a domain is 70 dollars, a server and some minor HTML skills. And this is why, beside a ton of porn sites and lame-ass webpages, people are able to create sites such as http://www.totalobscurity.com/. Being the poor bloke that I am, I was surfing the net looking for Blair Witch Project related pages to find some more information on the movie. One of the links had "Blair Witch Nose Cam". Perhaps a parody site? Unfortunately I wasn't so lucky. "Total Obscurity" is the paradise of the luser of the net. A collection of meaningless information that, beside having it seen over and over to ad-nauseum in my mailbox, can be found on just any other page on Geocities. Interested in reading about spam? Well, our buddy here keeps a healthy collection of it, because it's just so damn funny. And of course, useful items like "TV Sucks!", or the ever- famous forward "Redneck's driving licence" or "Do you know Jack Schitt?". I didn't laugh the first time I got it, I wasn't laughing when I saw it there either. But it doesn't end here. How did a search on "Blair Witch" get me here? Well, it's a page containing our hero, with a burnt nose, looking really close at his webcam. Too bad it wasn't two black eyes and a broken jaw. The horror continues from the gratifying useless images on the main page, to the lovely HA-HA-HA funny images of cactus with an erection, to all the glory about himself and his fucking web-cam. And of course, the so-hilarious "I don't follow the masses" type of Poll in making fun of idols and bands, that last I checked, were followed and liked only by 16 years olds. And lets not forget the amazing "People I Could Do Without: Are you on this list?". No, but I wish I was. Reading through that list, hoping to find my name and hence, giving me an excuse to burn his website down, you have to endure things like: > Guys who get chatty with me while I'm standing at a urinal. Why do > some people feel the need to strike up a conversation while they > shake the lizard? Shake the lizard? David Holt, after reading my comment in my last issue, sent the following message: > Subject: unsurbcribe > > You promised that if I spelled unsubscribe incorrectly I would > never be deleted from the mailing list. This is my attempt to > participate in the eternal subscription program. The smart-ass that Dave his, he used an address other than the one he is subscribed to CoN with. Unfortunately for him, he will now be receiving two copies of this issue, one to the alternate address he picked and which he will never be able to unsubscribe from. Among the many other things that arrived in my box, was spam. With the risk of turning this Editorial into something remotely similar to Total Obscurity, I insist you visit the following: > In August of 1999, three gorgeous models > disappeared in the woods while making > a documentary. > > Their footage was never found. > Would you help us look for it? > > THE BARE TITS PROJECT > > Please help us find out what happened > to Julia, Nikki and Becky. Solve the mystery... > only at Danni's Hard Drive. For details, go to: > > http://www.danni.com/danni/scrapbook/baretits/index.html I'll leave you with a comment from BJ Sutton, in regards to our last Editorial. Enjoy this issue, delayed and short as it is. > le petit Gregoire in the last issue of CoN was correct: BJ Sutton > is not a french name. I'm originally from Detroit, the true > Capital of Nasty. > > And, just to banish any lingering images of me, dramatically > silhouetted against the Arc de Triomphe at sunset (breathing in the > heady fumes of thousands of rusty and inefficient french cars), I > don't live in Paris. I live in the southwest of France, near the > spanish border. It's a lot warmer here, for one thing, and I've > pretty much exhausted everything a city has to offer. I don't like > theater, films tend to repeat themselves, I cook better than most > restaurants, tv rules the urban conversation, and people are so > hellbent on keeping up with the "latest" shit they turn into > totally unoriginal bores, should I go on? Here they just make > wine, and when the day is done they drink it. It's easy. Quiet. > > For awhile I had the only computer in the region and was a minor > celebrity. The bank in the next village used to use my fax machine > because they didn't have one. This is all very cute until you need > tech support. > > So there we are for now. And, ho ho, Mr Bell was spluttering in > his moustache, wasn't he? Touchy, touchy. Mr Smartypants Sutton > got UP HIS NOSE. ------------------------------------------- 2. Vandalism by the Book By Jason MacIsaac "Vandalism: Involves the destruction or damage of property for no apparent reason." -Canada's Century As I've mentioned before in "Reading the (Obscene) Handwriting on the Wall" (see CoN #****), I'm a great lover of graffiti and print vandalism. I don't agree with the comment "Man's ambition must be small, to write his wit on shithouse wall." I find clever vandalism to be wonderfully rebellious and witty. The really good stuff makes me snicker and giggle, making the guy in the stall next to me wonder just what the hell I'm doing. Although school, bar and restaurant janitors don't like it, it's more or less expected to see some nasty or scatological remark scrawled on the door of a bathroom stall. You aren't too likely to get caught doing it, so to some it might seem cowardly. Some find it more daring and still more rebellious to vandalize school textbooks. I'm an admirer of this too. By this I mean going beyond the simple drawing of moustaches on Queen Victoria, or even the classic stuff like "Turn to page 43! Right now." Remember that? The vandal would keep doing this for pages and pages (turn to 107, turn 56, etc), usually adding a new insult on each page, until the final shaggy dog joke "You've made it to the end--you're nosy!" or "You're a loser with too much time on your hands!" No, I like it when somebody finds a picture of a politician in a textbook and draws in the perfect item or witty comment that lampoons what that politician is doing. Even if the vandalism is stupid and juvenile, I like it if it succeeds in being brilliantly stupid and juvenile. I have a textbook that I used in Grade 10 History. It's called "Canada's Century." I had the course in 1987, and the book was dated even then (published in 1978). Now of course, it's just silly. It has a chart of the Top 30 songs of the day. Artists on the list include Shaun Cassidy, April Wine, Styx, Theme from Close Encounters of the Third Kind, and Andy Gibb (the number one song is "Stayin' Alive"). What makes it even sillier is that one of the former users of the book took to vandalizing it. The former owner had a thing about sex. A lithograph of Halifax being constructed shows the governor pointing out something to a flunky. "Fuck him and him!" is his instructions, according to my Vandal Wit. A photo of prospectors forming one long line between a mountain pass has one prospector singing "Hi ho! Hi ho! It's off to fuck we go!" A soldier looking at a mate climbing a trench ladder says "Nice ass!" Doctors in a field hospital remark of a patient "This one's fucked Doc!" The doctor concurs "His balls are healthy and hard." An erection is helpfully drawn on the patient. Uh, perhaps I should clarify at this point that this wouldn't be one of the more mature pieces I've written. Another picture shows a cop making an arrest. The suspect has his hands against the wall, bent forward. The cop is right behind him. "Push it ahh! Push it real good!" says the suspect. Another picture, showing the site of an FLQ bombing shows one cop kneeling in front of another. The standing cop is shown to be saying "Suck harder!" Scatology is a subtheme. Prime Minister Mackenzie King is featured, walking his dog. Turds have been drawn in. "Oh shit! You fucken dog!" exclaims King. The dog retorts "Shut your face fucken asshole! I have to go!" For some reason, King is also sporting an erection that looks much like a pencil tip. Judge Rosalie Abella, the youngest judge appointed in Ontario, is labelled "Geek!" A lawyer addressing another courtroom observes "These microphones look like dicks." One of the jurors on a picture of courtroom looks at the judge and says "What a fucken boring asshole." I wonder if he was really referring to the judge, or his teacher. The crowning moment though is a picture of Prime Minister Pierre Elliot Trudeau, a man I have a tremendous amount of respect for, since he actually made politics entertaining (unless you were a Separatist). The picture shows Trudeau, hand raised and cupped a little ways away from his chest. Someone wrote in "Her tits felt like..." I giggle looking at that picture even now. It's what made me steal the textbook at the end of the year. The only lowpoint is that my usually brilliant scribe stooped to drawing a beard and moustache on Anne Murray. Teachers told us that they checked books when you turned them in at the end of the year for damage, and would bill anyone for any artistic enhancements we had made. In most cases, this wasn't true. I know this because even a cursory glance at my Grade 11 American History textbook would have resulted in a fine. The larger, more expensive texts such as Physics did get checked, however anyone taking physics isn't generally a hellraiser who will be drawing penises on Sir Isaac Newton. If anything, the odd bit of highlighting or circled words would be in there. That didn't stop the extremely anal physics teacher from turning each page of every book. He also wore a lab coat at all times, to give you an idea of his lack of personality. But I digress. Sadly, I do not have my American History textbook with me to document what I did (I lost my chance to steal it), so I will have to work from memory. If anybody out there reading this miraculously has the book I used, I will quite seriously buy it from you. The kind of humour is very distinct. I didn't usually draw, just wrote word balloons or silly labels. I am quite proud of those captions. The one that comes to mind is a photo of General Custer. I wrote in a word balloon saying "It seemed like a good idea at the time." You see, this demonstrates applied knowledge. You have to know about Little Big Horn in order to get the joke. It's not only funny, it's educational! Well, admittedly not everything I wrote was of that calibre. Sometimes I went for just the straight shock--profanity and plenty of it. I remember what appeared to be a statue of a girl yelling, a stick in her raised hand. She was on top of a horse. The horse looked like it was in torment, moving at top speed. I wrote in some dialogue for the horse "If this bitch hits me with that goddam stick I will throw her and stomp her fucking head in, so help me God." For people looking at the camera, I occasionally added the timeless "What the fuck are you looking at?" That's a great one, and applicable to just about any photo where someone is looking at the camera and is doing anything but smiling. Try it sometime. And most of all, you may have noticed that photos of people from the past are quite funny looking. They've always got some weird hairstyle or making some insane gesture, or glance. I'm quite proud of a caption I assigned to a picture of Thomas Edison behind his movie camera. Edison has a maniacal gleam in his eye, so I wrote "The filming of the first pornographic movie" under the photo. I also pointed out that some guy who's name I can't remember had a hairdo exactly like the space shuttle. Impressive since it must have been taken at least 70 years before space flight. Although I stand by the juvenile stuff I wrote, I must say that some of the things I wrote are an embarrassment to my progressive views. Feminist pioneer Betty Friedan was in the book, and she happened to photographed holding her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. I wrote "His buns were just so firm and tight I had to take a pinch." Oh well. At least I didn't make some snotty remark about penis size. It was probably unnecessary to label her "Parrot face" in the same photo. Well, Friedan has a bit of a honker on her, and at the angle the picture caught her.you get the picture. I think I did stop short of writing "Betty Friedan want a cracker? Rawk!" I have since repented though. I've read the Beauty Myth and the War Against Women. My favorite title in the feminist literature library is "Men Are Not Cost Effective." I have never once made fun of Naomi Wolf, Germaine Greer or Marilyn French. Though I must admit, I am tempted to take a potshot at Camille Paglia. Please don't show me any of her books with photos of her on the cover. --- Jason MacIsaac also speaks of the pompitous of love, and has nothing to lose but his chains. In his spare time he enjoys slouching towards Bethlehem. ------------------------------------------- 3. Welcome to College (or "Higher Education, my arse") By Goat "I'm not bitter" boy. Special thanks to the many that contributed to this. During high school, we'd get people from various colleges and universities to drop by our school and do presentations on how great they were. At the time I saw this as a great service. People cared about our future! They wanted us to get real jobs, and have a decent living. And so I'd sit there listening to all the great possibilities that awaited us once we escaped the dark dungeons of learning. Even our Guidance Counselors, the most useless fucks in the entire school, would work hard at making sure that we'd get into college. I'm just wondering, for every student that applied, how much did he get back in commission? The sad reality is that it was nothing more than a marketing scam, driving you to spend all your heard earned dollars (or to drown in debt) to take courses that were to make you more intelligent. Counselors would tell us that without university we'd never get to be astronauts or scientists. Like shit I am going to be. Of all the people I know from school, not one is an astronaut or some wacko scientist. In fact a few of them are in jail for drug trafficking or for beating up their girlfriends. But the point was, high school was a starting point to mold our brain and get us ready for this tough, demanding and affordable higher education that awaited us at the end of Grade 13. Teachers in high school would often talk about the difference between high school and university. Apparently we couldn't fuck around anymore. Cheating would be impossible, writing book reviews based only on the little blurb on the back cover would no longer work, and any excuse we gave would easily be shot down by the professors who could figure out if we were telling a lie or the truth. Thinking about it afterwards, to me it sounded more like the teachers were insulting themselves. "Is this why you are an high school teacher? Because you can't tell if I am bullshitting you when I am writing this book report?" Which basically said either high school teachers didn't give a shit or they were half-assed morons. In high school you didn't have to pay for books. That meant that not only could you vandalize them in any possible way, but that for sure, you were going to use them. I don't recall a single book in high school that we were not forced to drag around. High school books usually weigh a ton and are huge (minus the religion books. No, those books had enough pages to maybe allow you to wipe your ass once, twice if you were lucky). And boy, did we use our books. Every single book, as old as it was (my history book dated back to 1972) got plenty of use. Sure, the diagrams are off by 27 years and the population now counts ten more million people, but that's beside the point. Not one person remembers anything they learned in high school now, much less five minutes after class was over. So 1972 or 1992, it didn't really matter. But college or university is different (College in my case). While at first you are mesmerized by the pretty look of the entire infrastructure, you start to soon realize that it's all a cover-up to the shit that's waiting to explode underneath. Starting from the office, you'll be faced with the biggest bunch of morons ever. Beside the fact that not one of them seems to know anything, they are the rudest assholes ever. Okay, I can understand that you are forced to put up with us, snotty little ungrateful bastards that we are, but how about showing some decency when facing us from behind the counter? We are after all spending a quazillion dollars to learn things by ourselves here, and we are the same snotty ungrateful bastards that pay for your salary. And how about some decent equipment? Is it possible that there is not enough money running around to buy real computers to do our work on? My pre-Paleozoic computer sitting at home can do a better job running the same programs that apparent "state of the art" top-of-the-line Mac has a hard time chewing on. I'm not sure here who I am to blame. Maybe it's really Apple's fault their computers never have enough RAM to run a single program or that they crash each time you hit save. Or maybe it's the system administrators that do diddly-squat in their offices all day. And of course, any mention of these problems, the stock answer "new equipment is on their way" is what you generally hear back. Where I am going, some stuff has been "on it's way" for two years. And let's not forget the people that teach the course. I could call them professors, but it seems to me that `instructors' describes them better. While there is the occasional understanding soul that sees effort and progress in a student, others just seem to enjoy the gigantic schlong between their legs that their position seems to create. Remember how in high school we'd be told "Life is not fair?". Here it's "It's the real world". So here are my top 11 survival tips for College/University: 1) Don't buy the books. Besides costing more than a week's worth of your salary (you are usually paying 10% for the book and 90% for the copyright), they are damn useless. A professor will tell you over and over how crucial it is to have this book for the period of the semester. (This is called "marketing". One has to wonder if they get a cut of every book sold in their class). You will never use this book. Even if you are warned that you will be tested on some chapter, don't bother. Beside being boring and not having enough photographs that one can alter or write comments on, the material on which the paper is printed on isn't even good enough for a good wipe in case of emergencies. And usually, by next class, which is a week away, the professor will have forgotten that his course even included a book, much less reading Chapter 4. 2) Reduce, Reuse, Recycle. Who ever said that such wonderful rules do not apply in other fields, in the real world? Same with College. If an assignment is due, check what you have done already. Chances are, all you have to do is rub off the date and hand it in with a big smile. 3) Let minimal requirements be your best friend: if the assignment calls for just a few specific things, and nothing more, just do those few, specific things. That's all that the instructor will look for, after having gone through a zillion identical assignments. It doesn't matter how pretty and shiny the whole thing is. This ain't kindergarten and you don't get a stamp with a smile that says "good work". 4) Make assignments as painless as possible, not just for you, but also for the instructor. They will be grateful. Show them in their face what your assignment is supposed to do or have. Don't let them have to waste time looking for it. This ensures that the instructor will find it, mark it, and go to the next one, without spending too much time wondering how you did it or why you did it, ensuring you a good mark. Any difficulty that causes them to start thinking will be an automatic mark deduction. 5) Don't complain. Nobody will listen to your complaining, unless the whole school goes into a revolt, burns the building down and hangs instructors by their testicles off a wooden pole in the courtyard. And even then they will argue against what you have to say. Besides, what you are complaining about will only affect the students of the semester that will follow. So why die bravely for a cause you will never see the light of and of which you will never gain any benefits other than a low mark and the reputaiton of a shit-disturber? Instead, in that useless class where the curriculum has yet to be touched (while the semester is almost over), use it as a chance to surf for porn, check your mail, or sleep. 6) If you are doing an indipendent project and halfway through it you find yourself making a drastic change, don't tell anyone, even if you are required to do so. Instead, create the project with the change you saw fit, and when the time to present/hand it in arrives, don't say anything. There is a good chance nobody will notice that it's not what you were originally doing. If they do, just explain how "it evolved", "it's visual rappresentation in a different perspective", and other big words, sprinkled with a healthy dosage of bullshit. If you are in scientific courses, where the above may not be appropriate, kindly explain how in your research you found how much _that something_ affects what you originally were doing and it could not have been left unmentioned. Unless you get a really anally retentive professor, chances are, you'll get away with it, since any argument will delay the other 500 students waiting in line to present/hand in/talk about their project. 7) If something has to be handed in, and you haven't done it, hand something in. Something, anything. It doesn't matter. For as bad as yours can be, someone else out there has done it worse, or not done it at all. You still get a passing grade and never the reputation of "doesn't do his assignments". It will help you pass if your mark is below passing grade when the instructor checks back to see if you at least put some effort into the class and notices that you never missed an assignment. 8) Try skipping a different class everytime. Since many instructors manage to fail to follow their curriculum at all, by the end of the year they have only one thing to calculate your mark on: attendance. So skip MacroBiology today and next time skip Marketing. This way you still get your day off, and of course, your marks. Observing other people skipping is also a good way to determine how good or bad a class is, permitting more than one average skip. If there are four students in Poetry Writing, but everyone shows up for Marketing, you know that for as swell the latter is, the former must be plenty worse and a few more skips will go by unnoticed. If everyone is doing it, is it really skipping? 9) Make friends. Another crucial survival tip, which ties back in with #8 may be to make friends (preferably lots of them). You'll be surprised at the generosity of your classmates when your ass is on the line. On your first day of class (if you don't know anyone), make it a point to get to know the people sitting around you. They also come in handy for when you skip class and need notes, or to form study groups, etc... 10) When doing a project, make sure that you use equipment at school, even if the one you have at home is 100% better. This will ensure that your project will work during your presentation, even if only for that particular machine on that particular day. Considering how everything will be blamed on you (it doesn't matter if the machine at school crashes every 5 seconds and can't run more than two applications at a time, if your life depended on it), it will always be your fault. 11) Course Kits: another shameless way to make money. Courses kits are nothing more than photocopied pages of "selected" text, bound together, that the co-ordinator of the course "seems" to believe are "appropriate" for your growing education. Purchasing them has only one advantage: the paper is not glossy and hence, ensures that a good, healthy, wiping can be accomplished without the mess that a regular book will do. The disadvantage is that, beside never using this, it can't even be sold to next semester students once you are done with it, since their version has already changed enough to make yours obsolete 10 minutes after you bought it. So for now I'll just swallow my pride, finish the course to get my money's worth, and just hope on the idea that the diploma will look impressive to anyone who doesn't know about the course the day I go looking for a job. --- "Men are born ignorant, not stupid. They are made stupid by education." -Bertrand Russel ------------------------------------------- 4. CoN at the movies. By Jeff Wright I've got a lot of stuff to cover this issue. EYES WIDE SHUT THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT INSPECTOR GADGET DEEP BLUE SEA When I saw EYES WIDE SHUT, I was the happiest person on the planet. I was watching NEW KUBRICK!!!!!! The corners of my mouth were seemingly attached to my ears. It was the first show of opening day, and I was first in the theater, therefore getting the best seat in the house. This was gonna be perfect. I would have kicked someone out of that seat if I hadn't been there first. I hadn't slept all night out of anticipation that at 12 noon the next day I was going to be seeing a new masterwork. The movie starts, and the first scene is projected at 2.35:1 for some reason. I thought that it might have been shot that way (I couldn't see why it would have been, but it might have been) because it looked perfectly framed. Then they opened up to 1.85:1. Oh fuck! Are they gonna screw this up?!?! (There weren't anymore projection problems thankfully) I digged the hell out of the first hour and a half or so of the film. There are moments of genius in it, and the orgy sequence is one of Kubrick's best ever. But then the film falls apart for me. Too much unimportant information given. If the movie had had about forty minutes cut from it, I would have adored it. However, the stuff that I didn't like at the end was enough to make this the first Kubrick film I haven't liked. I've only seen it once, and I guess I'll see it again soon, because supposedly it's better on repeat viewings. I have to give it a second chance I suppose. Kubrick was everything a filmmaker should strive to be. He made perfect films, that were intelligent, beautifully crafted, and straight forward. I still miss him. On to happier thoughts. THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT. Well, actually I guess this isn't happy, but it's better than thinking about there being no Kubrick in the world. The actors opperated the camera in this film, and it's pretty evident. The camera shakes around wildly for almost every frame (or field I suppose) of the film. I wasn't watching much of it after half. I was motion sick, as were a lot of other people. I was looking into my hat, at my feet, and just flat out closing my eyes to keep from throwing up (a.k.a. Pulling a Gus. Inside joke, sorry). I ended up leaving before the end so I could watch it on video and not know the ending. The impression of the film that I left the theater with was that the acting was spectacular and very real. Other than that I wasn't that impressed. It was okay, but I think that alienating part of your audience by making them sick is retarded. I just finished watching a video copy of the movie, and I wasn't terribly impressed. The ending begins to build tension (the first tension in the film for me) but then just falls flat and doesn't have any payoff. So I'm still impressed by how much money this movie's made, and by the actors, but other than that, I don't think it's a re- invention of the horror genre, or anything spectacular. Dute, do, dute, do, dute, INSPECTOR GADGET. Dute, do, dute, do, dute, do, woo, woo. I don't have much to say about this other than it's really, really bad. It's an interesting failure, but not interesting enough for me to recommend it to anyone. It's pretty painful to watch for the most part. Catch it when it's on tv. Here we go! DEEP BLUE SEA!!!!!!!! How bad does this movie look? Really bad!!!!!!! Well, that's partially true, but only the first half hour or so is bad, and it's got a lot of problems (the score, L.L.Cool J, the dialogue, etc). The rest of the movie however, KICKS FUCKING AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! Now I'm not saying that it's a genius film. No, all it is, is a kick ass ride. It's a fun, fun movie. I haven't enjoyed a movie of this kind in ages. If you liked ANACONDA you should like this even more. Even if you didn't, you should like this. As long as you're able to sit through the first half hour, you should like this. The reason being that you build up hate for the characters during the terrible first act. Then the sharks start killing them off. Renny Harlin (Who I didn't have an ounce of respect for before this. Okay, he banged Geena Davis. Props for that), can't direct character driven scenes for his life, but his ability to direct action is displayed in lights in this movie. This flic is all about what would really happen. How are eggheads gonna survive against giant fucking sharks!?!??! They're not!!! When a shark sees a main character, "FUCK YOU!!!!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU NOW!!!!!!" Fun stuff. All I can say is "Go see this movie!!!". Even if you don't think it's as good as I do (REALLY, REALLY GOOD) you should at least feel that you got your money's worth, because there's one scene in the flic that if you don't laugh at, you have no soul. No fucking soul at all!!! You'll know the scene when you see it. It's one of the funniest things I'VE EVER SEEN!!! Looking over this, I've come to realize that I'm not that subtle a writer. I'm using caps and exclamation marks all over the place. So to make up for my agressive approach, I'll end with a terrible piece of poetry. That's it for me The movie to see is DEEP BLUE SEA Thank you. --- Last week, Jeff left for L.A. When asked the reason for the trip, he answered in six words, then walked out the door. "The KKK took my baby away." ------------------------------------------- CoN would not be possible without the great help of Scriba Org. "Squirrels chase nuts, birds fly. That sort of thing." Capital of Nasty Electronic Magazine "media you can abuse" In memory of Father Ross "Padre" Legere Published every second Monday (or when we get around it) Disclaimer: unintentionally offensive Comments, queries and submissions are welcome http://www.capnasty.org ISSN 1482-0471 A bi-weekly electronic journal. Subscriptions available at no cost electronically. Available on Usenet newsgroups alt.zines and alt.ezines. This mailing is sent exclusively to those poor souls who chose to subscribe to the Capital of Nasty mailing list. 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