Andre has the files again, on disc. WOOOOO #6 is officially being laid out!
At the moment it looks like this:
That’s it in the middle, see it? Sleeping in it’s cozy chorion on Andre’s desktop, waiting to graduate from the laval stage and become a beautiful, perfect-bound, 150 something page collection of conversations with people of public interest.
This may be the best thing we’ve ever done, and lets face it- We’ve done a lot.
Consider, if you will, that this is our SIXTH issue. Our SIXTH! Can you even imagine how it must feel to climb to such vertiginous heights of achievement? These are truly glorious times for everyone involved in this small, though horribly pungent, duck turd we call
WOOOOO MAGAZINE.
At this juncture I would like to thank ALL of this issue’s contributers, even the crappy ones, and apologize for the lengthy wait that many of you have numbingly endured since submitting you’re work in… March? April?
Don’t blame the editor! Blame your fellow freelancer! He was still dropping mounds on my desk up until last week! Or last month at least!
Thanks also goes to our paying advertisers. Publishing this rag would be borderline impossible if it weren’t for you two guys. Thanks a ton.
lastly, I should thank all the letter writers, the people who drop us a line just to say-
‘Hey, you know what? I like what your doing.’ Or ‘I’m a horny. Can I come intern for the summer?’ Or ‘You should interview me! I’m an artist!’
Thank-you all for the steady stream of good natured missives that keep this train a-chugg’n.
This is fast turning into absolute twaddle, so I’ll wrap it up.
Sincere thanks to everyone involved, sorry about the wait.
Also, sorry to everyone that came in contact with me on Tuesday night.
Thank you Ryan Kearney for retrieving my beloved sunglasses from the face of Pia Arr-o-brio-bo, and keeping them safe from harm.
You are a saint among swine.
No thanks goes to the producers of Chateau Grande Cassagne, Costieres de Nimes, Rose 2004.
Your grapes are evil and should be burned on the vine.
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So, Wooooo #6 was being laid out and then Alfroid’s computer shat itself…
Which ain’t as bad as is it sounds, he can catch up pretty fast and get that sucker done and printed by August, New York Fashion Week to be exact.
Why are we giving you the nitty-gritty details of production? So you know it’s happening!
Now look at this kid living the dream.
Firstly, sorry for the lame-as-balls postings recently. We’ve been hard at work getting issue #6 together (we publish a little interview based mag, remember?) Also a few of us (Gary) have been doing actual paid work on other projects… excuses, excuses, you don’t care do you?
Anyway, Mr. Andre Alfroid, Aka Bumrocks, Aka Party-Wizard, Aka Drizzle, Aka Mr. Weismayr, is laying the issue out right now, we’re shooting for August, NYC Fashion Week!
How gay will that be? We’ll have a big party too! Summer Rules!
Look at this little ripper! Probably should be wearing a T-shirt if he’s out in the sun all day…
We read recently that Hunter S. Thompson was ’suicided’ because he was working on a book about 911…
Who knows? Is that crazy? Still don’t know who did this…
HST RIP FTW
Did that Bum you out? Sorry. Just putting out there.
It was three years ago, sure, but it’s worth a mention… ah, fuck you guys.
Lookit! Living the dream!
