I already knew why I want to marry her. She has a smile that lights up the room. She's smarter than a hundred brain surgeons. Yet she never ceases to amaze me.
I told her I had to create a blog and didn't know where to start. So she sent me this.
- I was excited.
- I was inspired.
- I knew everybody could relate to 'zines.
I forgot I was an old fart..
I told the young punk-rock kid at work I was going to base my blog on the 'zines I used to work on. His eyes glazed over.
"What's a 'zine?"
What's a 'zine? Don't you go to shows? Aren't people there trying to get other people to buy their collected rants in a neat, booklet form?
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I realized that with technological advances paper 'zines had become obsolete. Blogs are the new 'zine. Anyone with a thought can easily spread it to the masses electronically. I went down to the basement and rooted through my boxes, memories packed and piled on the pool table. I found a few copies of the old Phoenix Zine but none of the old Brady Marshall Zine. It didn't matter. No one needed to know how to scam copies from Kinkos anymore. I wistfully packed them away and went back upstairs.
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