Lollipop Magazine

The Grass Harp – Review

December 1, 1996

Based on a novel by Truman Capote, The Grass Harp has more stars in it than It’s A Mad Mad Mad Mad World, but this fillúm turned out to be stomach churning.

Muffled Screams – Fiction

December 1, 1996

We borrowed the car of our hapless distribution guy, a putz puttering his way through life in a 1990 Hyundai that was about as muffled as Courtney Love’s mouth

Nicotine Achievers – Fiction

November 1, 1996

I’m not giving up my love affair with Lady Nicotine. We’re just heading out of Marlboro Country and, chomp chomp chomp, checking in to the ol’ Nicorette Motel.

These are the Good Old Days – Fiction

October 1, 1996

Gen X’ers and Gen Y’ers should quit believing all that stuff about how great it was back then, and start enjoying life, because things are a lot better now.

True Stories of the Scene Patrol – Fiction

September 1, 1996

“I’m writing you up. You and your whole Starbuck’s Coffee klatch-rock are finished. Bend over.” “But why, man?” “Because I care.” “Agggggggggggggggggggggggh.”

Vote For Clinton. He Is Not A Dick – Fiction

August 1, 1996

Hey, Republican leadership, just because the liberal media is out to get you doesn’t mean you’re not the sorriest collection of the undead since Dark Shadows.

The Beast – Fiction

June 1, 1996

The Beast is dedicated to the proposition that the human race is so profoundly stupid that the only options are to exploit the bovine fodder or succumb to them.

24-7 Artzine – Vol.2 #4 – Review

May 1, 1996

Artists and writers reveling in the delightful. 24-7’s accessible artiness is never self-conscious or preachy. There’s plenty of wit and first-rate writing.

The Musings of Dr. Panglossian – Fiction

May 1, 1996

Generally, people who try to convince you that you are the captain of your own destiny are interested in making you a crew member of theirs.

Civilization & Its Malcontents – Fiction

May 1, 1996

The frightening truth is the people running this country are exactly who they appear to be: damn fools who run around shaking hands and making inane statements.