THE ONION
Zine: Funny | Fake Newspaper
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My Fave Onion Stories
Doctors Find New Way To Prolong Meaningless Existence
"Once the substance wins FDA approval and is made available to the general public, the hellish emptiness of our spiritually blank lives should be that much more inescapable."
New Crispy Snack Cracker To Ease Crushing Pain Of Modern Life
"Our tasty new snack cracker will, if only for a few lovely moments, significantly lessen the aching, gnawing angst that haunts your very soul."
Fast-Food Purchase Seething With Unspoken Class Conflict
As an irritated Lalley repeated his order, Hesketh made an effort to suppress his anger over being forced by economic circumstance into a life of blue-collar servility and mindless, soul-sapping repetition. He expressed this resentment by acting as if he'd failed to hear Lalley's order, asking three times, "Did you say fries with that?"
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SUCK
WebZine: Funny | Clever | DEAD
Okay, so maybe Suck.com's dead or shut down or whatever, but the archives are still up, and maybe it'll be back someday or something. Anyway, Suck.com is the fucking pimp shit of cleverness and insight. It consists of a weekdaily top-notch essay on whatever topic the Sucksters feel like writing about.
Related
BOOK: Suck : Worst-Case Scenarios in Media, Culture, Advertising, and the Internet
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KEN LAYNE
Writer: Weblog | Essays | Angry
Ken Layne knows how to tell a story (and he knows it). He could make attending an irrelevant trade conference, a weekend barbecue or even sleeping all day sound like an exciting fucking adventure. His weblog is updated frequently and includes links to bizarre news, stories about social nonevents in his life (again: he actually makes it interesting) and the occasion photo of his really hot fiancee. He also semi-frequently writes excellent columns for Online Journalism Review (and at one point edited a much-talked-about-in-certain-circles "news" site called Tabloid.net).
Related
INTERVIEW: Tabloid's Ken Layne, In His Own Words (About.com, 23 AUG 98)
LAYNE'S NEW BOOK: DOT.CON (description, links to reviews and links to retailers @ KenLayne.com)
Tabloid.Net: Layne's dead yet worth-a-read News site.
SHORT STORY (unfinished): Vodka City
A cool little story. Layne descibes (from his "blog", 24 JAN 01):
The other day I found this old story, a comedy written in weekly installments for an Internet thing called Tabloid.net.
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What's it about? A city, a city collapsed. It's a happy punch in the mouth to anybody who thinks anything is getting better, that people are smarter or more "sensitive." Nobody's smarter. Not me, not you, and certainly not them. But smart never counted for much, now did it?
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[lengthy rant about how shitty San Francisco is/was]
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Mostly, though, "Vodka City" was about having a little fun with the typewriter. Rare enough. And it was about riffing, on deadline, on some wonderful writers, primarily Dashiell Hammett and William Burroughs, who had died a few weeks before VC's first installment
And here's a random excerpt (spoiler-free)
The bar was called Pumpkin's Party Pit. You got in through a long hall full of piss and needles. Some prankster painted little happy faces on all the broken security camera lenses.
Burned Bob was at a table in the corner; the only other customers were a couple of war gimps all bandaged up like the Mummy. Bob could've used some bandages, but he liked being the ugliest man alive.
Layne's less edgy, more productive friend Matt Welch
Fave Layne Quote:
I don't read Tabloid very often. Not much point when I spend 15 hours a day writing and editing the news and columns. And when I do, I don't chuckle. I wish we'd done something better, I go back and correct clumsy sentences I missed the night previous, and I take it very goddamned seriously. The reason that it's a lively, exciting thing to read is because we kill ourselves to get it that way.
--Ken Layne, About.com interview
Least Fave Layne Quote:
But the people who take online polls and "vote" on the Innernut aren't the kind of people who actually take part in the world. They sit in their pajamas, eating Fritos and typing depressed nonsense to seven people they've never met, because none of those people go outside.
--Ken Layne, from weblog
What a bastard.
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