Man With Crisis: The Tumblelog
My name is Father K. Vick Naismith, and I publish a zine called Man With Crisis. I started the zine in early 2008 as a way to let my son, a Jewish banker from Scarsdale, know he was still alive in my thoughts. And also to get tons of zine chicks. So far, I have failed miserably on both counts.
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While You Were "Working" (August 11th, 2008)

Here’s some stuff that happened while you were “working”:
- War continues to rage in the Caucusus, which means the joke about Russia invading Savannah will be told at least a hundred more times. War truly is hell.
- Black smog mask is the new black. Next up: AIDS is the new hickey.
- Death Trilogies, motherfucker: do you believe in them? If so, Samuel L. Jackson will be the next celebrity to kick it.
- Today was such a slow news day, I actually did some work. And by work, I mean sexual harassment.
Your Zine, I Reviewz It: Your Pretty Face is Going Straight to HELL #3

Reviewing: Your Pretty Face is Going Straight to HELL #3
By: Tuija Hassinen (aka Tukru)
Format: A4 (US) folded 1x. b&w.
Came with:
Personalized thank you note on functional kawaii stationary.
Ever wanted to know everything — EVERYTHING — about someone’s life? Then Your Pretty Face is Going Straight to HELL is the zine for you.
From her love-life, to her IKEA shopping sprees, to her unhealthy bowel movements, Tukru lets the reader in on her most private moments
in minute, almost excruciatingly picayune detail. And you will lap up every item, every word (my personal favorite: squatly), and leave feeling closer than you probably should to a perfect stranger.
There is something intensely endearing about Tukru’s unabashed exhibitionism. Her unusual frankness is utterly refreshing in a world gone cold from technological saturation. While you pretend to be someone you clearly shouldn’t be for the sake of making virtual pretend-friends, Tukru is putting her soul to bare on paper, without ever expecting a single other person to read, much less care, what she’s written. Indeed, the zine is at it’s most profound in a short, meandering clip which finds Tukru drunk off her ass, typing at the whim of her subconscious, poignantly concluding with “I’m afraid of reading this. now, sober or ever.”
Your Pretty Face is far too honest and heartfelt. And that’s precisely what makes it such a great zine.
Isaac Hayes: Gone

Isaac Hayes spent his final days believing in billion-year-old alien conspiracies and defending the likes of Tom Cruise and John Travolta, which is a complete shame because he was a true musical icon and should really be remembered for that and that alone.
But he won’t.
And that’s pretty unfortunate.