So much progress, so few blogs...

Well, I guess this blog is seeming more and more like an account of my zine progress, I'll try to keep that to a minimum. However, that is oftentimes the most interesting thing I'd care to talk about, because it is probably one of the few legitimately worthwhile things I am getting to do with my time.
Over the past week, I've probably spent 8 or so hours doing various things for the zine (whether writing or researching about it), and I've finally decided upon a name.
The Blast.
The Blast is what Alexander Berkman called his periodical waaaaay back in 1917, and I figure it's a good enough name. Although now it feels like there's more pressure to deliver properly upon it's legacy, however minor. Also I feel a little guilty that I am turning a short-lived revolutionary labor circular with heavy anarchist leanings into an adolescent masturbatory exploration of creativity. Sort of a content change.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll make more finalized physical progress. I've already made what appears to be a very satisfactory cover, very plain, with only typed text, but the fact that I now have 29 issues of essentially hijackable original content, the possibility of using the old Blast's graphics for my purposes is very tempting. I worry that I will have too many pages of introduction and fluff and not enough content. This will be remedied by making them too long for their own good. I don't know how I'm going to really bind them, as anything of decent length will be a rediculously boring thing to fold together in a traditionally zine-y way.

Submit stuff for the zine!

If you have literally any visual or written work you might like to see printed in a creative zine, I'd love to see it.
Please email anything you might have to
anthonypreciado@gmail.com

-AP

Little person words

Today, I took my little brother's fat happy dog for a walk.
It was very nice.

-AP

Sick, man. Sick.

Today I was rather "sick." I spent the day being super "sick" with my mother, and the harvest for the day's outings includes:
1. 16 vinyl records, all purchased at Goodwill for mostly 99 cents a piece.
2. A fully operational and ink-loaded typewriter, for $12.99 (thank you again Goodwill).
3. A copy of John Hodgman's newest book, "More Information Than You Require," which has already made me giggle quite a lot in the little bit of time I've already spent reading it.

Overall, an awesome day, as I acquired both a significant piece of the equipment required to produce the zine, as well as plenty of inspiration for the creative process.

Now I have to go write an ass-load of AP Gov cards I won't use for a test I don't necessarily need to study for and that I might not have to take tomorrow. That, and fiddle with my typewriter, which has already proven to be all sorts of fun.

-AP
(Whose spelling is likely to get a lot better the longer he spends on the damn typewriter.)

"Man: Party time!"

During the summer, I started work on a movie script that has yet to be finished. I am in doubt as to whether or not it will come to fruition, but I figure, once the script is done, I could see about making it during the school year this year. Unfortunately, it seems so far to be a little bit out of my means to create. Without much further ado, I give you the opening scene of the secret agent/news team action/comedy

Super Sexy Secret Agent Action News Team Squad.

[Panning over city windows and streets from moving car, voice-over delivering generic news lines faintly in background, upbeat music starts and plays over panning, title appears slightly above center screen, then fades out, panning continues for a few seconds, then whole picture fades to black completely]

[Cut to shot of back of couch, we can see the back of a man in a suit lounging on it]

Man: Another successful edition of Faketownville's own Channel 9 Evening News at 4, Quincy!

[Cut to shot with man's leg covering left side of screen, with a cat looking up at the camera laying on the man's right side]

Man: You know what that means, don't you?

Cat: ...

Man: Party time!

Cat: ... [is busy being a cat]

Man: Aren't you going to say anything?

Cat: ...

Man: Of course not. And that's because cats can't talk.

[Cut to shot of generic stereo system, with a finger turning it on, music starts]

[Cut to shot of cat, with ears pointing backwards from head, clearly disapproving of the man's choice in music]

Man: Those schmucks over at Channel 11 never knew what hit them!

[As music continues, man dances awkwardly to music]

[A noise is heard in the background, the man stops dancing and leans down to turn off the music]

Man: [We see him from the front, standing next to the stereo, with his back towards the couch, wearing seedy suit jacket and undone tie, breathing heavily and with fists clenched] I didn't think you'd come so soon...

Voice: You should have known better, assface.

Man: [He has turned to face the voice, shot has the top of his torso centered, he frenetically jabs his pointer finger outward to emphasize his words] I am NOT the assface here, AssFace.

Voice: I hate it when people call me that.

Man: [confused] But... it's your name...?

Voice: I'm going to make you pay for that.

Man: [On knees, hands clenched in front of him, begging for his life] Please, please, don't kill me!

Voice: Don't worry, you won't die. Not technically.

[The man is sobbing softly to himself as the screen cuts to the cat, then returns to the man]

Man: NO! Please! Anything but that!

Voice: You should have thought about that before you tried to beat Channel 11, assface.

[We see a pair of arms grab the cat, which has obviously been replaced half way through his grab with a stuffed animal, and the mysterious figure proceeds to beat the man with the cat.]

Man: [screams] Noooooooooo! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssfaaaaaaaaaaaacccceeeeeeee!

[Cut to black]

Senior Project

I just found out that my senior project proposal was approved. I figure I can put down some things I come up with here. The plan is to fully design, layout, and partially write and draw my own zine, and although I know very little else about it so far, I do know that I want it to stand alone, to be able to be read and understood completely independent of any particular time line, which unfortunately means it won't be particularly topical.

If anyone reads this that would want to put some of their writing, poetry, drawings, pictures, or otherwise in a zine, just let me know and I'm sure something can make it in.

Seriously, it doesn't even have to be really big and impressive, it's all about the presentation- it will be thrown in with lots of other stuff, and the zine becomes good when it is full of interesting things to look at I need both big central things to put in and plenty of little bits to stick in the margins.

I exist.

It's true. I now am a small part of that blog-o-sphere everybody is always talking about. Hurrah.
-AP