Lollipop Magazine

Brian Stevens – with Poundcake, The Gravel Pit, Expanding Man at T.T. the Bear’s – Review

December 1, 1995

Two words. Perky and happy. Not to say Brian Stevens and his band aren’t talented, but they were just so darn thrilled to be playing their saccharine songs.

Idle Chatter – Column

December 1, 1995

Kris Kringle deals with his eating disorders and discovers his inner elf in The Twelve Steps Of Christmas (syndicated), and An Agnostic Christmas.

Graffic Traffic – Column

December 1, 1995

It’s the first thing you notice about the place. It’s not the color or the noise. It’s not the people. The first thing you notice is always the same: the smell.

The Culture Bunker – Fiction

December 1, 1995

Virgil is gone. So is my illegitimate brother, Sliced. His absence is like a gaping void where once there was a void that didn’t gape nearly as much.

Party Spew – Fiction

December 1, 1995

It’s bad enough we’re living in a patriarchal society dominated by a lot of unfeeling, violent, unnurturing pigs, but us girls don’t even get to have cockles.

My God Can Beat Up Your God – Fiction

December 1, 1995

We tried to wake up Vishnu, but he’s always asleep, and Krishna’s having too much fun with the milkmaids to want to join in.

I Met My Angels – Fiction

December 1, 1995

The clothes I wore were littered with cast-off dead skin and cast off dead thoughts, some of which belonged to me, none of which belonged to anyone.

Let’s Go Shopping – Column

December 1, 1995

If you like knowing that you’re the only one with a particular polyester leopard-spotted shirt with a collar out to there, then second-hand is the way to go.

Ghost Busters – Fiction

December 1, 1995

“Sorry, folks,” Mr. Ranger informs them. “You’ll have to come back another time. That geyser won’t be gushing until further notice. The government is closed.”

Cine-Trash – Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me – Column

December 1, 1995

A shapeless, amorphous mess, with loads of obtuse symbolism, bored walk-throughs by semi big stars, absolutely no suspense, and Sheryl Lee screaming. A lot.