I HAVE RECEIVED KIWI CANDY STOP I SEND YOU MY THANKS NOW AND WILL SEND YOU YANKEE SWEETS IN A FEW DAYS FULL STOP

Woooooooohoooooie! They took bloody ages! I was begining to think the postal people had taken sweet sweet kiwi~ana for themselves. But Yay! They Didn't.

i was reading about a distro called "moon rocket" in new zealand...are you connected with it at all?

distro?

oh ya that's one of them new disco bistros that all the kids in the city are lovin these days dontcha know.

they're all the rage. i was down at the local distro the other night. the one on pine, just off hwy 9. i had a couple cap/caps (you know, espresso, steamed milk and psilocybin mushrooms,) and chilled out in the corner. the dj was spinning joan baez over deep trance beats. it was wild. my mind exploded.

Was Trace there, getting down and dirty with a spicy lady?

trace likes spicy food.

Mmm, coffee is extra tasty have it's been regurgitated through your nose.

Kiwi candy is yummy.

distributor. never mind. (maybe i've got it now, it's all to simple to be real)

are you talking about drugs, missy? because drugs are wrong, and so are you.

oh ya nate- ya must been real fucked up there at the distro last weekend, cause everybody knows the room is round and there ain't no corners. didja stay coherent for the panthalassa remixes though? such a beautiful fade in from the baez dontcha know. that dj had a thump so deep that my ding dang colon almost hit the floor. I didn't have to buy no drinks though; i was freewheelin' off the E you brought into me hands earlier the week after last.

i think i was the only that knew what she meant when she said distro. Though, its not used to designate a company as much as it is used to refer to a titles circulation number. TV Guide has a distro of 10,000000000000000 copies. Pez are you trying to get your zine distributed?

aww. you let the air out mf my tires. now i have to let it drift.

but at least i learned something...

Would you like a JUMBO COKE to go along with your enlightenment?

umm. dr.pepper actually. can ya swing it?

No. It must be a JUMBO COKE. I wonder when trace just gets all fucked up, if he drinks JUMBO RUM AND COKES?

several publications i've picked up lately have had mentions of moon rocket in nz. i think i'll try to contact several distros (both national and worldwide) once i have one of my next zines done: ode to harvey danger (almost) don't ruffle your feathers (a zine for the fowl minded--birdathon 2001) a tour guide of damascus, oregon and a per-zine of sylvia plath and myself. sylvie being the subject of most of the photos (maybe a joke by inserting a poem by the actual sylvia plath--slightly altered for a feline slant) i used to drink a cherry coke every day, but i think the caffiene fucked up my system. it got to the point that i could barely work when i had a coke, sso i quit. i was cold today, so i got a coffee during a break between classes. big mistake. my next class was piano, and i could hardly sit still. my hands were still shaking during band class.

isn't your zine free? if you didn't know, my job is newsstand and bookstore distro for two major international magazines. I deal with mainstream distributors as well as the specialty ones. I may be of help. send me an email if you have any inquiries

you should check out the distro on pine st, patrick. the cap/caps are divine.

have you gotten blown yet? im - short of starting a donation thread to get your ass (well that too) blown by Santa Cruz's finest trix.

a blow job can't save me now. oddly enough, i don't have a huge drive for casual sex at the moment. maybe i'll go on being a good boy and see where that gets me. not that blow jobs are only for bad boys, mind you. i don't want anyone to jump all over me for that.

if i give it to you, it's free. if you seek it out, it's $2. i don't know if i've sold one yet, but i like doing it anyway.

Are you talking about blow jobs now?

holy shit. $2 is a fucking steal. how horrible can you be?

there are two routes here this one this is a resource to doing things yourself. These publications have ways to get your zine distributed, label started and so on. These are excellent resources. There are also other resources like them. Do a search on yahoo or whatever for "DIY" and see all the neato stuff that comes up. There are networks for zine distro. or this way, the more mainstream way... if you sell retail for $2, expect to get less than $1 from the distributor. Expect to get paid only for sold copies. Distribution is an expensive process. Many publications loose $$$ on the newsstand simply to gain coverage so advertisers are happy. Thats where the real $$ is made. Sell advertising, get an account, cash flow. It shouldn't be too hard. Hit up local record & book stores and local punker record labels. Come up with a rate card you can blanket mail to a database in works of all potential advertisers. If you go interstate or even international, be prepared to get adverts from all over.

hmmmm... i don't really want to do advertising, but i could try doing a mail order service, like pen pals or something.

well....unless you want to loose money, and this becomes something you just wnat to do for fun. Mail order service will cost you postage and envelopes, not mention the cost of printing. By not being able to offer some writers a nominal fee, you will keep the level of content to a certain threshold. Good writing can be obtained for free all the the time, but really GREAT writing you MAY need to pay for. So it's really just a matter of defining your priorities.

too true. i haven't done a lot of thinking about it, but i want to write so much, and i have no clue if the average publisher would be interested. besides, this is far more immediate.

Publish independently. It's the best way. The place I *cough* work for makes books. And we make the wierdest freakiest should-never-be-printed-but-you're-paying-so-we-keep-quiet books ever. The Haiku poetry guy (bad and I keep meaning to bring a copy home so I can type them up here, the eccentric hotel owner whose main character falls off a bicycle and gets pregnant, the family stories, the drug stories... we print it all, and its up to them to distribute. The drug guy works in a gallery so I think his books are available there and at his main hangouts - I have seen some of the books we've done in independent bookstores - altho I guess books are a bit different from zines - however if you do write a book Pez, ya know the exchange rate makes it cheap for you to print it here... ; ) Seriously, we are doing a book at the moment for a guy in England. So thats been interesting. Takes a month for the changes to come back, and we make another proof and wait another couple of weeks for it to get to him, and for him to check it...

this reminds me, i need to get in touch with chris. the writer's guild would raise about $150 per year and have 100-200 copies printed up of our publication...and gave it away.

what do you mean by "publish independently" moonit? The cheapest printing is done in Asia...Hong Kong and Thailand. In fact I have a boatload of gay/les travel guides arriving in port tomorrow printed in Thailand. The exchange rate in NZ makes distro difficult for us. Familiar with Out (Kiwi publiciton, not US publication) magazine moonit? I work with the publishers...in Auckland. In a few weeks, one of the largest conventions in America takes place in Chicago...The Book Expo America. Its the publishing mega trade show. HAd I not left gay porn and come back to this division, I would be going. It's usually a good time, as you get lots of free books, trinkets and autographs. I would avoid agents at all costs. They are blood sucking leeches. They piss off publishers and writers as well. Write a treatment of a book you'd like to write. Then submit that, gauge interest and go from there.

Publish independently Explanation: This guy who works in the gallery around the road came in to see us. He had typed up his book in horrible old Word, and had an idea for a cover, and two photos he wanted on there. He gave us the disk, the boy did the scans and made the cover, and imposed the Word file to get it to print the way the binder likes. He put it all together and sent it back to Mr Gallery. Mr Gallery loved it - said make me 100. We made him 100, and he has them in his gallery to sell, and probably some other places (I meant to ask him but I forgot) Write your book. Lay up your book. Bring your book on disk to us. We digitally print your book and/or cover. We put your book together. We send you a proof. You check book and mark errors/changes. We fix and send new proof. You say okay print me x. We print. We supply to you. You pay us. Distribute yourself. Of course if your book needs pictures scanned/colour pages/more typesetting work or even typed from scratch we do all that too. We also do a sort of magazine type thing for budding writers - and we just got another one - every two months. Its quite interesting the wierd things people want made up. I've heard of Out magazine. I send my condolences to you for having to deal with Aucklanders tho Patrick. ; )

Don't publish with blogger. It sucks cockroach tits. I just lost a huge entry I wrote. I typed until my fingers were bloody and broken and then blogger just farted all over my masterpiece. The Universe had better smarten up or there's going to be some spankings.

And what's worse (you really want to hear this, doncha?), there's this cute little thing on the blogger home page all about how if you lose your post, you can just reload it. So long as you can get back in before your browser fucking crashes. Thanks very bloody much. Offer oxygen and then light a flame why don't you? I'm going to wail at the moon. Fuck everyone. Especially you.

*hides*

And what's even worse, as if the above litany doesn't already have you weeping and tearing hunks of flesh off, Agatha managed to get in and post on the blogger in the last 30 minutes. It's just so unfair.

Not that I mind Agatha being able to post. It just would be nice if blogger would share the love. Ok I'll shut up now and go drown the rage in wine.

thats really the equivolent of publsihing a zine here moonit...which is cool. publishing "legitimately" is pretty damn complicated. You have to obtain ISSN#s ISBN#s, without these you can't be distributed "legitimately". Pre-sales and distribution are lots of legwork. Actually my pals in Auckland are quite friendly....they say the same about you Wellington freaks though.

Patrick, I'm in Christchurch. ISBN numbers are free. We have the form at reception. You fill it in and the only requirement of having one is that you have to supply three copies of your book to the National Library of NZ. We even have a program that creates the barcodey thing.

Where is my sympathy? Blog you.

Its pretty much the same deal here. Issuing the numbers isn't the difficulty. But it's just one more hoop to jump through, otherwise it can't be distributed. I actually forgot where you were, so I took a gamble. Its my other pal who is in Wellington. Usless info: What a bar code consists of as far as publications go: Manufacturer #, which is determined by your national distributor, bipad # which is also supplied by your nat'l dist which is unique to your title, and then finally issue code (i.e. issue 01-01 being Jan. 2001). there are also codes if its a special issue, say the swimsuit issue, that will have an issue code of 21, which indicates its on-sale spring/summer, otherwise known as a season code...... The fun part is when production dept screws up the bar code. All 40,000 copies reach distributors and it scans as something else...then you are faced with a $0.25/copy charge to resticker.

FUCK OYU GFUCKIN BARCODES

i'm sorry, cat. especially because i know it must have been a really good blog entry to rouse you from your lack of blogging state. i have been in the same zone, if you hadn't noticed. i now use notepad and cut and paste. blogger is so unreliable. it's free, though, and i like it for some reason.

Dear Cat, Please accept my condolences for the loss of your blog. I understand that a blog log can be a personal thing, and that to lose one can be very trying. Please... take care of yourself in this time of hurt. Much Love Moonit

Can somebody send me a spell checker? And a grammar fixer. Thanks.

Thank you Moonit and Agatha. You're too kind. I'm recovering well, if slowly. Sending naked men covered in chocolate would help.

predictable

I hope you like dark chocolate covered ups men.

sem's an ups man.

And I love dark chocolate, too.

Come on down!

Before the enlighteneed age of the WEB, and blogger and diaryland... I started a small press in upstate New York in the mid seventies, publishing chapbooks and a magazine. It is still easier to self publish than work thru bloodsucking agents. Do the work yourself. With the book on shame, we've missed two deadlines with a publisher already, and really are very much considering self publishing this monster. One of the co authors has lots of NOVA statistics to do (?) on the TOSCA shame scale for her clients, and is slowing things down. Anyone who can do stats pls email me. The other thing holding up the copy is the lack of words in my chapters in the book. Just can't seem to get them out of the head into the keyboard and onto the page. It's not writers' block; I'm just lazy and consumed with gardening right now.

i know what you mean. i'm consumed with bitterness. i fight it with beer but it doesn't go away. maybe i should re-visit bump conscoiusness.

as well as my lexicon.

wow...you have one of those little green prisoners too?

i know what you mean. i'm consumed with bitterness. i fight it with beer but it doesn't go away. maybe i should re-visit bump conscoiusness.

fucking script.

it's not the script... look carefully: it's the karma of your post.

there's no karma in admitting that one drowns the occasional and deserving sorrow in malted beverages. in fact, it is a testament to man's intelligence. it proves that we don't always abandon what is good in the name of curiosity. fuck. or maybe it was karma. or script. or jerry or barney or ted.

sarah- are you the one with valium? can you mail me some?

it's not really sorrow. more frustration and anger with the way the world expects me to be and with myself for not being able to come up with a way to rise up to a level where i'm more free to do as i wish and still be able to take care of the pesky details like food, clothing and shelter. i'm frustrated with playing somebody else's game. it's a really stupid game. of course, most games are stupid when you're not winning. the main difference between myself and successful people is that they really enjoy playing this stupid game. i'm not just talking financially successful. as i've said elsewhere, it gets down to core beliefs and i don't know how to change those. i don't know if i could because that would involve playing another stupid game with myself (much like the one i'm currently playing, i know). i need to relax. i'm all calm on the outside but inside, i'm seething. passive hysteria. i think i'm the most self-absorbed person in the world. me i me i me i me i. blah blah blah la di da rat-a-tat tat.

dave- i can empathize with your state of mind. i have been kicking my own ass around for a couple years, and for similar reasons. i'm not going to try to sum it up for you, because i think that if you're contemplating such things, you also want to find the answer for yourself..it would be a win in the "game" so to speak. i arrived at a conclusion.. although it is easily argued against, by myself first and foremost. anyway, i came to the conclusion that happiness is what your goal should be in the game. i am not of the opinion that you can do that assertively, as every time i asserted myself, it seemed as though at least 4 things made a counter attack. so, i decided to try and move around things..find peace between the cracks of the giant concrete slabs that would love to come together to splat you. move around, not through. my theory is that after i have mastered the art of moving around, i will be strong enough mentally, and have the perspective and attitude it takes to move through things, or life, or whatever it is you wish to call it, or them. maybe you are further than i and have tried it and thus your situation is more complicated; i don't know. i do understand the passive hysteria thing. on the physical level, try to surround yourself whith good healthy people. although sorabji could easily be seen as a dumping ground or a venting ground i think that this is a good place to find healthy people. some seem to love religion, some valium, some pot, some people, etc etc, but they all share the common thread of passion for whatever they have going on in their life, even if it's being quite and passive, or just curious. the fact that you communicate here, to me, is a signifier that you are going the right way. perservere, good dave; eventually you will reach calmer waters.

i actually don't want to find the answer myself. i want someone to mix it into some smoke flavored cheesefood, roll it in chopped nuts and serve it to me in bed on a big platter with crackers and a pitcher of porter. i have a whole bunch of stuff to say in response to what you wrote but, in the end, it's all just a bunch of words. i think the trick is basically to stop being a noun and become a verb. thanks for caring, sloth, but i actually prefer it when people just blip over my more self-deprecating, drunken posts without comment. as burroughs once said, "do not proffer sympathy to the mentally ill, it is a bottomless pit."

and send me more beer?

"The best thing for your body is making love with a righteous partner every day." Auntie Margaret Machado, from Hawaii, quoted by Anne Wilson Scheaf. So much for karma.

karma is just another word for ego trip.

freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose. nothing. bobby?

fuck you dave. you and your fucking dry pessimism. all you need to be sucessful at playing the game is the will to play the game. you may not like the game, but the only difference between success and failure is whether or not you play it. support the game and work by it's rules, up you go. oppose the game and bitch about it every chance you go, stagnate you will. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. it's like saying to your woman (not you specifically dave, i don't want to know,) but saying to this hypothetical woman: listen, i'll be happy as shit and do whatever you want if you'd just keep your crotch shaved smooth and give me head every morning as i wake up. and she says "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST" and you think, damn: it's so fucking simple, it takes minimal effort, and it will make my life infinitely better. and as a result, it will make her life some subset of infinitely, possibly including aleph sub zero, better also. but no, half an hour of work a day isn't worth this to her. but why? why do we ignore the simple things we can do to better ourselves? simple except they contradict some fiber of our (so called) moral being. our internal black&white. so onward, punk rock soldier. the game is evil. but so fucking easy.

the only way to subvert the game is from the inside if you believe there is a game

but once inside, will you still want to subvert it? i don't want to subvert anything. i just wanna have what they have without becoming like them.

which could easily be one interpretation of what i said. at least to my little head. if you get it, will you be happy then?

ok, dave. there's a label for your situation and it has nothing to do with games, or them, or what they have, or what you want. you suffer from laziness. not depression and not any other form of mental illness. you have romanticized your laziness into something larger than and deeper than what it is. another terminally lazy 20 something who played too much nintendo when you grew up. you're probably on the meds, but only because the doctor had a busy day and could see a long winded gripe coming his way. and note, i'm not offended with you blowing me off, more ugly is the fact that you have a chance to participate in life and have chosen to waste that chance; even more profane is that you have chosen to idolize your own faults and back them with words from a lover of life. you are the devils work and i have met you before.

"freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose. nothing." Tom Cruise, Days of Thunder

for dave- http://moz.pair.com/

that was a bit extreme. in general terms. if you feel something missing it's in you [or, rather, not in you]. no exterior object is going to make it better. at least not permanently. i think you know that though, maybe you're depressed.

i am lazy. never cared too much for nintendo, not that i didn't ever play it. no meds. no long-winded gripe, short-winded gripes when opportunities present. 34. i didn't blow you off, but whatever. (heh, he said blow) i never met her so i wouldn't know. i'm hardly the devil. relax, i'm hardly worth getting worked up about.

nice too cool defense pu-se i was gonna say 'i'm gonna go make babies for rich couples' but i couldn't get myself to be so flippant about it. at least out loud.

all out of valium, sorry. if i have breast augmentation done tomorrow, would this make me a bimbo? someone who will do anything to have the perfect body and the power that comes with it? would this change me as a person? what i'm saying is, sometimes it's not the act, it's the intent. i get up and go to my dumb, meaningless bank job every day, and lately i've even managed to find enjoyment in parts of my job. does this make me a corporate zombie? does this mean i want to climb the latter and play by japanese banker rules of life? shop at neiman marcus and drive a mercedes and get my hair highlighted and nails done once a month? no. i get up and go to my dumb fucking bank job every day not because i live to work but because i work to live. and yeah, i get frustrated because i feel underpaid and feel like i get held down by the system, like i could be doing better and there are unseen forces working against me. and yeah, it pisses me off and some days i feel like saying fuck it, i'm outta here, this blows. and i'm not rich but i'm getting by just fine, and i use any extra money to travel and buy healthy food and for training sessions with lonny, and gifts for friends and family, and saving for retirement. but i rent a cheap house, and all the furniture in my house is still second-hand. even the dishes and silverware and most of my kitchen appliances. i drive a 1993 toyota with 94000k. i shop at ross dress for less and good will. i get my cosmetics at the drug store. not beause i have to, because technically i could afford "better", but because affording "better" does not compute. it's meaningless. on the weekends, i bet a lot of our lives are the same, quality-wise. i play guitar with my friends, work on art projets, work in the garden. i don't go out and spend lots of money on partying or nice dinners. i volunteer for the Hawaii Food Bank. i don't have a lot of toys. i buy used surfboards. i have an average stereo, no TV, a small CD collection. i don't own any expensive jewelry. i don't have a scanner or digital camera. i bet my home PC isn't even half as magnificent as dave's. but when kevin comes to visit i'm taking him to kauai for 3 days. we're going to rent a beach-front cottage - because i've saved up - and an economy car and the flights will be bought with my frequent flyer miles. when my car broke down last week, i didn't panic when the estimate came in at $320 for the repair. yeah, it's a setback, but i'll get through. i have to pay $1400 in taxes this year. that's going to put in a big crunch too. but i get up every day and go to my dumb fucking corporate zombie bank job and on the outside i play the game, it sucks, and on the inside and in other aspects of my life, i don't. and somehow i manage to think that i'm not a bad person because of it. i don't feel like a hypocrite or anything. i'm just doing what i gotta do. i'm playing the game. again... it's not what you want. it's deciding what you are willing to sacrifice to get what you want. the world doesn't owe us shit. there will always have to be a sacrifice. i gotta get to the gym.

you got me in a lather, studmuffin. sloth, i think this is your sorabji equiv of a 'get out of jail free' card. "relax, i'm hardly worth getting worked up about." i like what heather says, but i wonder how applicable it is across the board. certainly, you have less ability to take risks when you have serious responsibilites (child, etc.) all my responsibilities are for myself, so no one but myself loses if i blow it in my quest for self. the thought of dave on a quest for self makes me chuckle for some reason. quest for shelf of beer, maybe. but anyway, my mortgage has made me feel trapped in the past. at least, until i realized that i could unload it on the market and not owe anything. all i'd lose was money. but i can picture that having a child could be much more extreme. you can't take as many risks when discovering what's missing or how to fix it. one thing i've noticed, dave... playing the game lets you get out of being a footsoldier. when the people above you trust in your judgment, they cut you a lot more slack in how you do things. which allows stuff like this : "i don't want to subvert anything. i just wanna have what they have without becoming like them."

how about them mariners?

i would comment on this whole thread, but i comment on it every fucking day of my goddamn life. let me tell you, it's draining. imagine trying to love someone when they don't love themself.

it really is too bad that dave doesn't feel how lucky he is. sometimes cliches are true.

was that necessary?

Probably, buddy. You have a lot to take delight in, and if you are going to sit back, why not take that delight with you and forget the game? Everyone has to play the game, but there are so many loopholes in the rules that you can get by pretty easily, especially if you can just shrug off the stupid shit for what it is and ignore it. Hey, i have a stupid dress code and I ignore it. I just paid all of my savings to the gov't in taxes. So what? I'm still kicking around. I have a 5-digit credit card bill, so I just throw some of my paycheck at it every month. Fuck it. Doesn't get me down because I don't dwell on it. I could, and sometimes I think about stuff I could do or have if I was more fiscally responsible than I have been in the past. No replacement camera for my shitty one, holding off on replacing the buzzing speaker in my car (trust me, that one right there is a tough one for me to let slide), no bass guitar and drum machine. No traveling to see freinds as much as I want to. Well, that's life. I also have a great job doing what I like almost the most out of life, a car that runs, a family that loves me, good friends (who don't seem to call me - ahem!) and such. It really is all in your mindset. Either you let the Con get to you, or you get to it first.

this has all the flavor of a dave intervention. hmm. now i'm feeling sorry for the dave. he has the spotlight on him. that makes him uncomfortable. i know his type. he is squirming. let's pity dave for a while. it's so much sweeter than trying to fix him.

Dave just needs an intervention up his ass.

can we talk about me? i'm a little affronted that dave has the effrontery to suggest that he is the most self-absorbed being in the world. but then i console myself because dave couldn't have said that if i didn't want him to. i am seeting dave up as an anti-margret to relieve my own ennui. flock to him if you will, heretics, for the day of retribution approaches. i see you all out there, melting down your valuables and making tourist-oriented statuettes of dave to get you through 40 years in the wilderness. i am taking your children into the land of freedom because you cannot be trusted with it. enjoy the wandering, motherfuckers. i frequently wonder why there isn't a way to turn my lack of ambition into gold; alchemy is as unreliable now as it always has been.

fucking right on. will i get any kickbacks for having my image used? i could be like a "bob" dobbs for the miserable. i'd enjoy that but i guess i'd have to pretend that i didn't if i really wanted to be convincing. if nothing else, this will give patrick something to read at "work" on monday.

"karma is just another word for ego trip." That's actually quite ironic and profound, dave.

i came up with it all by myself.

spiffy.

i'm sure glad i'm me.

I got blues and jazz, I got clean sheets, I got no bills, I got no credit card balances, and I got friends who don't call me. There's a flag pole outfront of my three story four bathroom eleven room house... without a flag. And my boys don't visit me as much as I'd like, but they're alive and well and reasonably happy. There's a thousand iris, a strawberry patch, and bugs all over my fruit trees. I'm walking again with both feet, both legs, and I got a plane ride to Minneapolis on Friday. And a paper to deliver in Seattle in June. Life. Let It Freely Evolve. Stay in the process. There are no goals, nothing is a sacrifice. There's no game, no winner no loser no one in charge. Just each of us being "righteous partners" for each other. Just you. And me. I'm here. You're not. Pass the hemlock, please.

we love you dave.

yup, we do.

COOL! it's like water through pipes dave. don't get all tripped up along the way. The only game i play is with mrs. waffles. nate have you ever heard of a "brazil wax"? speaking of my "work"...I was describing my recent inter-company transfer and realized i was taking the same amount of cash, with about 40% less responsibility...is that playing "the game"?

"nate have you ever heard of a "brazil wax"?" no. though i know how tiny the bikinis are cut in brazil. it must be tidy.

On Jackass last night, one of the guys had his entire body waxed, including eyebrows and underarm hair. It was seriously painful to watch. "same amount of cash, with about 40% less responsibility...is that playing "the game"?" If you're happy with it, I'd say you're playing the game and winning.

The pupose of our lives is to be happy....Dali Lama.Dave hon,you know where I'm coming from,if I can still plod along and still see some joy in life,you can too.I know your a wonderful person or Agatha wouldn't put up with you,and is Cleo not the bomb or what?

tidy? holy christ nate and thensome!

sounds painful.

no different than a hungarian nutjob.

how about a silverlake castration?

Why settle for Brazil when you can get a Sphinx?

ohhhh do TELL!!

Well, actually, I don't get either. But, I figure if you're going to let people apply wax to your privates, why not go all the way?

hot peanut butter was a tradition at my fraternity house until somebody got seriously burned and his parents sued the place. said hot peanut butter, especially around the boiling point, removes all unwanted hair nicely. but hurts more than a little.

i don't even want to know how you got to hot peanut butter.

this happened in fall 1989. http://archives.electricalsocket.com/MatteNet/2/look/lookVol3.html The University of Washington's Theta Xi fraternity chpater was ousted from the Interfraternity Council by a campus judicial committee as a result of an initiation-week incident. Seattle police, acting on a complaint, visited the off-campus house of Theta Xi, where they found two stolen sheep. They also found "members and pledges dressed in their underwear, with white grease on their hands and peanut butter and other substances on their bodies." According to the *Chronicle of Higher Education*, "The police report said that the two female sheep were 'overheated and agitated,' but unharmed."

Was the "white grease" lanolin? I heard on the radio a week or so ago,that a stolen sheep was found wandering the Texas A&M campus,clothed only in lingerie.There was no mention of her being overheated or aggitated.Sometimes its best to keep the ugly truth from the public.