New Distro For Hacksaw

Hello all y'all,

Hacksaw is now available online at Black Budgie Zines distro. They are going for $4 plus shipping! Get them here.

It's getting printed as we type

So we finally made it to the printers. It took some smooth talking but we will get exactly what we want. It looks so nice. It seems like we have been working on this issue forever, which we have. Since the entire editorial board, production team and sales department is comprised of just me and Ashleigh, things take time.

I'm just waiting for the call to go pick up the freshly printed copies. Ashleigh is currently throwing herself off a bridge in Whistler. Don't worry, she's just bungee jumping.

After we put the order in for the printing, we went across the street to celebrate. And celebrate we did.

Of course, we ended up talking about feminist theories and the idea of the ever-persistent "dog's club." But that's neither here nor there.

I'm excited to see everything when it's finished. Just like the last issue, we will be adding a few hand-made touches. We might even machine sew the binding. Now wouldn't that be interesting? We still haven't found a cheap long-reach stapler, even though we've been keeping our eyes open for such a wonderful zine tool.

So, keep in mind that in a few days you're going to have to shell out four bucks for the latest issue of Hacksaw, okay?

hacksaw blitz: a retrospective

So, following the last post on Sunday, we managed to valliantly complete the first typeset draft of issue two. From there we each printed a copy, grabbed our red pens, and went to the pub for breakfast/proofreading (In our defense, their breakfast omelette bar is amazing.) Everything's been proofed, more or less, and we are on our way. Within days we should be at the printers, then back to the paintin', staplin', and glue-sniffin'!

Good Morning, Good Morning -- To You!

A mere six hours later: we're awake, but not actually with it. A fresh pot of coffee is percolating at this very moment, everyone's checked their email/updated their facebook status, and we are ready to wrap this thing up.

we quit

we have officially called it quits for the night. it is 4 am. that is all.

i dunno how long it's been but it's almost three-thirty in the morning

We've just finished with The Cure (which actually cured nothing), and are now onto The Clash (Give 'Em Enough Rope). Along with the third cup of coffee I've just poured, this should alleviate my pains. God, I'm getting old. My back feels like an arthritic old lady shoehorned into a trans-Atlantic economy class airbus. We've been bent over the coffee table for God-knows-how-many hours, typing, correcting, snipping, glueing, sniffing, editing.... argh. Taryn is proofreading the last long prose piece before we lay it out like Thanksgiving dinner. We are so close. SO close. I can smell the finish line. I love the smell of victory at 3.30 in the morning. It smells like... napalm.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. That was the glue/coffee/stress talking. Can we please be friends again?