Ah, 3AM here now and I'm on the verge of making it through another all-nighter. I'm sure that the wife's going to bitch, but sometimes when you spend too much time at a club and sleep until somewhere around 4PM the next day (goddamn DJ at QXT is too damn good) you just gotta pull out the stops, caffienate your silly bouncing ass off and hope you don't crash while sitting at work on Monday afternoon. It's the only way I'm going to get my suddenly-fucked sleeping schedule back on any sort of normal track. Yeah, sure. Or at least that's what I'm going to tell the wife.

I'm not the only one - I could always tell Laura that I was stuck discussing future issues and plans with Rey Grandal. His fiction serial, Night Wind Rising, is set to debut in November. So I could always say I was in an AIM meeting. Yeah, that's the ticket! That's what I'll tell her. And if Legends #91 doesn't make it out and I disappear that means she didn't buy it and probably buried me in the backyard. Oh, wait. I don't have a backyard…but there is a construction site just across the way so send the evidence dogs that way if need be.

Anyway, I want to take another bit of time to apologize as much as possible to the bands Licorice and Vampire Nation, who were going to appear with interviews and reviews in this issue of Legends. Unfortunately Jett Black of Nocturnal Movements has had some computer problems and been offline and considering that's our main point of communication you can imagine how that would create a problem. I'm sorry Julian & Fredrik. Don't kill me. I've been working with Jett on the matter and have been providing support, in the way of both hardware and advice, and I'm confident he'll be up and running very soon. He apologizes to those trying to reach him via e-mail. He isn't dead - just netless.

Well, we've broken a record again with 64 pages this month. This has to stop. I mean really - the mailing costs every month are beating me down. So expect issue size to undergo a bit of shrinkage so that I don't end up in debt up to my eyeballs over a zine. No, really - I mean it this time. You! In the back! Stop laughing!

So I saved the best for last - of course you're all waiting on pins and needles to hear what's coming up for October. Aren't you? Of course you are.

But I'm not going to tell you. HAH!

Peace, love and all the trimmings… (but NOT the FAT!)

Marcus Pan
August 30, 1999 @ 3:08AM