To be fair, neither did Caroline. Which is a problem with zinesters. They're not a group traditionally noted for their ability to support all major credit card companies and both swipe and chip debit cards. So we decided to just to check out the tables, make a note of what we liked, and then come back once we got cash. That lasted about one row before I turned to Caroline. "You know what," I said, "let's get money now. I'm tired of seeing things that I want and then walking by them." And since we're young, lady professionals on the way up and out on the town - or rather, postgrads just barely covering our debts and obligations - that's just what we did.
Two prints, one book and four zines later, I'm down a decent chunk of my paycheque and pretty goddamn happy about it. Here's the zine part of the damage:
Trashy movies, trashy comics and cats. I'm not about to surprise you.
One of the best parts of Expozine was running into one of my favorite professors. She's still kicking ass and taking names and it turns out she reads my blog sometimes. So, if she happens to be reading it right now, a big electronic wave to her. Woo!
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