Mini Zines

Dear reader,

Folding zines is a pain in the butt.  But bean tacos are delicious (at least the ones stuffed with my ultra secret refried beans are).  Therefore, one would think that a bean taco folding party would alleviate some of the pain, but alas, nope, it didn't.  Here's what the workstation looked like:

To the left of the tacos is the notorious Lionel Richie "Crack head" zine.  That little number won me more beer than any other effort.  It is also reported that it made someone's teenage sister pee her pants.  It's very funny.  Since it's so mini, I used to slide it into knitting and home & garden books at the public library.  Here's a page from it:

Another notorious mini zine, Dope Fiends of the Deep, is about fish that have substance abuse problems.  This one has had three production runs.  Just last night a friend came into my room and she said, "You made that!  I've been cherishing it for years now, wondering who made it."  And I thought she was just flattering me when, the last time I was at her house, I saw it sitting pretty on her coffee table.  Anyway, here's a page:

 
Finally, the most recent of the bunch, Yejzchok Imgobwich! is actually my favorite of all because there's no English words in it, and yet, I think it still tells a story, like it's some kind of political pamphlet.  In my mind, it's a Polish Political Pamphlet, you know, some kind of Underground, Iron Curtain Era work.  (BTW, my sense that the writing is Polish is based on the fact that I lifted some of the words from signs in the windows of Polish furniture stores.  At least I thought so.)  Anyway, Pahazy Wejzcozk...to me, he's the leader of the Resistance!  Go liberation!

So, as you can see, these zines are not food.  OilChanges reserves the right to do some non-food posts sometimes, especially if he feels like it.