know, I should have found this months ago, but I also shouldn't have
to remind you that this has been one of the most batshit crazy years
it's like what an anthropologist says in the story I'm working on:
find an interesting phenomenon, then when someone goes to back to
verify it—it's vanished without a trace.”
was starting to feel that way about The Red Dog Journal.
Everything about it had disappeared from the Web. How was I supposed
to tell people out Brainpan Fallout,
when it looks like the weird magazine it originally appeared in never
I perpetrating some kind of hoax? And what kind sicko would bother to
do such a thing?
Stephen Michael Barnes, the publisher of The Red Dog
Journal, posted on his blog
about it, giving his side of the bizarre story, and images, not only
of the FAXmo flyer , but pages from the fax version the magazine
itself—and they aren't all my work!
kids, be sure to document your shenanigans. Unless, of course,
they're the sort of thing that could get you arrested. In that case,
change the names, and other things, to protect the “innocent.”
if you're not up to any shenanigans, isn't it about time you got