Rainin' Babies

"This is my present to the world/Take it from me please..."

I've done it. I've given birth. Given birth to my inaugural 'zine:

By golly, it's a gorgeous child too. Painful birth, but worth the effort. And now I put it up for adoption.

Do you have a copy? Yes? No? Well read on if you want to know more about your brand new child (or how to become a parent) and have your burning 'zine questions cleared up quicker than a tube of zovirax on a coldsore moustache.


Why?

Cos I wanted to, and I could. (whereas once I wanted to but never thought I could. So it's a kind of therapy/victory. So what.)

Cos I love you all. And you feel that love.

What?

It's a 'zine. Miniature magazine. 24 Pages. Original and borrowed content, appropriated to form an original product. I assert its originality insofar as only a mind uniquely disturbed like mine could order and render it thus.

Now I'm done with the attitude, I invite all new parents of the 'zine to ask away any questions. I'll be happy to answer them. Here's a few to start off:

Why is there writing on my card? It's the name of your child. Specifically, it's the name of an individual that Hunterslogan has admired for some reason or another. Check them out sometime. Let your child educate you.

Just how limited and unique is my new child? As limited as a full deck of cards, and as unique. I don't know who got what card, what CD. The birth-creator has signed each CD envelope spontaneously and uniquely, burnt each disc, printed each disc, glued each card, folded each and every page, all my love went into your unique child. Except officeworks stapled the things for 20c each. What? I have high production values.

What's on the CD? Play it and find out. In short, every CD has one instrumental track on it. Could be long, could be short. Noise? Music? You decide. It's instrumental so that you can get what you want from it, without words distracting you. Paint your own picture. (If you did get words with your music, my bad).

What is dogzilla saying? I can't be drawn on that. Ask dogzilla - apparently dogzilla speaks hebrew, though.

Did you really have to do the god stuff? Yes. No. No one's born in a vacuum. Take what you want from it; bring your children up how you see fit.

Why so cryptic, hunterslogan? Why not? It's more fun that way. The zine may be short but, like its original parent, it is dense. Read that last statement how you will.

Will there be a sibling? Maybe. Got to work out how to best abuse a work photocopier first.

Where?

Delivered to friends, family and the general fraternity of man. Some by choice, some by design.

If you don't have a child asking you whether they'll fly, leave me a comment below or email me here and i'll try and make you a parent.

Finally:

Thank you, new parent, for taking the time to play with your child. And checking in here. I hope you've found something in this, somewhere. Don't forget: leave any questions in the comments section below and i'll be only too happy to answer. It can be like a parenting group - trade ideas if you will. Likewise, if you would like to know what's on your CD, email me.

HSL