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1/3/1999
EAR PLUGS:
It was a long, long, long year here at Degenerate Press. We’ve kicked off
‘99 with ever-dwindling light at the end of the hard times tunnel - on
the way to our annual New Years bash the Saturn Wagon’s transmission exploded.
As you might expect, it’s gonna cost an arm and a leg to repair. As you
might know, we’re not exactly rolling in extra arms and legs around here
so if you’re looking for some amazing metal sculpture and furniture now
might be a good time to make an appointment to visit our office!
You’ve already read everyone else’s year in review, since everyone
does it before the year is over. But, since it’s too damn cold to leave
the house, here comes another one:
We started ‘98 off with the usual insane amount of explosives, followed
by a long night of dancing and degeneration. A big mess of degenerates turned
out, despite the nasty weather, and everyone labeled it a smashing success.
Late January we got carjacked at gunpoints - three, to be exact. No, the police
never found anyone. In fact, we were never able to reach the detective in charge
of the case to correct the countless errors on the police report.
We’ve constantly updated the Ear Plugs page, http://www.degeneratepress.com/epindex.htm
Last year we added photos and a nifty Flash menu!
We made alterations to our other pages now and then. (We’ve even started
a Degenerates Abroad page but it ain’t ready for public consumption just
yet.)
April Fool’s Day we played the usual pranks, and making the ruse of “selling
out” more believable by getting our own domain. We got a few of you but
most saw through. Thanks for playing.
Also in April your editor's sculptoral efforts garnered him an honorable mention
at the Art of Recycling exhibit at City Hall. If you’d like to purchase
some honorably mentionable works please contact us, we desperately need the
money at this exact instant!
We had another fabulous July 4 bash, with Elroy’s Big Machine, and Drive
By Truckers. A bunch of degenerates camped out at the Littleton Art Community
and, again, everyone said it was a smashing success.
Your editor got space in Insite magazine, followed by smaller spaces in Creative
Loafing. They haven’t silenced me yet, though they occasionally clip a
sentence or three.
Our Live Action Joke Playing Game got a reworking and changed names to Just
Foolin’. If things go as planned we’ll be at Chattacon this month
running the first official con-sponsored tournament! However, the money/car
situation may put a dent in those plans so, again, if you’re looking for
some award winning sculpture or furnishings...
In October your editor was the producer of the Space Ghost site. It was a temporary
gig that was a lot of fun for the two weeks it lasted.
The hell-a-day season passed and left us getting ready to light off the usual
insane amount of explosives to send out the old and welcome the new year.
I’d like to thank those who’ve joined us in whole or in part last
year. Times they are a changin’! As subscribers have read, our print zine
Degeneration Excerpt is dying. February is our final episode! If you have any
final words of wisdom for that effort send them in ASAP, we’re hoping to
go out with the biggest episode ever.
After the Excerpt is buried we’ll be using the time and tools to build
some new stuff! As mentioned, our travel page is in its fetal stage and that
will get our focus, along with a print version of the same that, if I get enough
interest, may contain a one page mini-excerpt with each episode.
Ear Plugs will continue to expand, with more photos and who knows what else!
Stick around for another year, the last of the 19’s, for more music babble,
more blasphemy, more prophesy, and more degeneration than you can shake a stick
at!
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