Gargoyle's Lair

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I take a moment to reflect on all this publication has meant to me, and then I remember, it was born because school was not an option I preferred. I preferred to sit in a bakery and clip pictures from magazines I bought or borrowed from the library, paste them down, do amature half-page layouts and write witty comments about them. This was my Mecca. My personal way of worship. It was a gateway to comradery, because I found a common ground with people, and a way of expressing who I was that avoided the whole stand-there-and-nervously-try-to-say-something-that-would-impress-them dance. Screw that. I was ME. This is my zine, read if you like, use it for kindling if you like, but I've already won if you took it from my hand. You automatically accepted me. Where you went with me, and who you shared me with was entirely up to you. I realised, that after looking back on the myriads of temporary staff I had from time to time, people somehow understood this and wanted to be able to hand a part of themselves to unknowing people and be automatically accepted through the transfer of folded paper. That's cool with me.

But now this is a web production, because I don't have the time to spend at Office Max stealing photo copies by sweet-talking the nervous clerks into utter ignorance. Plus I spend a good amount of time on the net playing games and pouncing people, talking, sharing ideas, being stalked hatefully or romantically [sometimes a mix of the two], and this is my medium now. I have a big 50MB canvas to throw paint at and hope for a masterpiece. Or at the worst, an Andy Warhol Popart that flares into popularity every 15 years or so. Shmuck.

Anyway. Welcome to GL, in production for 6 years and running. Want a copy?