For the love of Pete, I don't have time for this crap. I do 35 issues of this worthless zine with nary an email to be found from a reader, but I call women sub-human just once, and suddenly it's open season on little old Ash. I don't need this. I have a busy schedule of self-loathing to stick to, plus Night of the Living Dead is on at the Du Parc tonight, so obviously my social calendar is jam packed. Look, in no way did I mean to imply that I don't like women. On the contrary, they make fine pets, and without their numerous contributions to pop culture, where would the sub-genre of prime-time soaps be today? And as for AIRDUCT, well, it's not nearly as bad as I make it out to be. Sure, it's full of poetry and prose the likes of which have never been seen outside of a grade 11 English class, and the perpetually irritating faux profundity makes my eyeballs itch, but they do have the odd joke in there that'll make a troglodyte or two crack a grin. Provided they've been huffing gas. Or watching Roswell. Help Ash out! Post some pro- PULP stuff at Tangmonkey.com's RANT section! Please?