A gripping drama coming to a theater near you! 90 seconds of hardcore sex with porn starlet Evelyn Lin!
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Actually, I think I\u2019d need a bit longer. Because I\u2019ve been practicing for a night with Evelyn Lin for about three years now. But that\u2019s not what I\u2019m here to write about. I\u2019m here to write about my latest attempt at failure \u2013 putting together a book by \u201cNacho Sasha\u201d (whoever that fucking geek is) using Kickstarter<\/a>. You can blame this idea on filmmaker, chipmunk-murderer, and man about town Lonnie Martin<\/a>. I\u2019ve promised him a review of his indie horror debut, Women\u2019s Studies<\/a><\/em>, for about two years now. My original intent was to have the review be the end-piece in a lengthy series detailing West Virginia horror films from the 1940\u2019s to the present day but, when I posted the introduction to that series<\/a>, I was inundated by shitheads and father-rapers who called me a \u201cracist\u201d for hating on West Virginia. I got more severe hate mail than when I took a shit on 8407<\/a>.<\/p>\n That sort of cooled my heels on the project. If there\u2019s one thing I hate about Great Society, it\u2019s when I discover that people are actually reading it. I exist here under the very forced illusion that I\u2019m all alone. That way I can confess to sins, attack my bosses, and whine about sad sack shit in my life and never flinch.<\/p>\n Which sort of defeats the purpose of a book, yes? But if there\u2019s one thing I\u2019ve learned from six years of publishing \u2013 nobody\u2019s really buying books. You can reach for the stars and get great authors and stick feathers in your cap, but it\u2019s all masturbation in one way or another.<\/p>\n The idea of a Great Society book isn\u2019t a new one. It\u2019s been rolling around the empty hold for the last ten years and, at this point, it\u2019s something that I need to do just to stop all the little yammering voices in my head. On the book side, I figure I could do it for under $1500. The printing and the cover is the big expense. After that, it\u2019s all about buying my layout girl marijuana and scotch, cajoling my old copy editor to work for free, and general expenses incurred in rounding up the old publishing team from hiatus\u2026 All so they can waste their considerable talents on a Nacho Sasha collection.<\/p>\n Then I list the title as a backlist with my distributor and, in a sad sort of parody of what I\u2019ve been doing in real life for the last six years, the Nacho collection will enjoy a worldwide release available through every retailer and etailer. And you, my mysterious readers, can make it an even sadder parody if it actually starts selling.<\/p>\n But fuck the sales figures. I publish books because I think it\u2019s fun. Which also explains why I really identify with Wilford Brimley in The Thing when he\u2019s locked up in the shed building a spaceship from spare parts.<\/p>\n
\nBut goddamn if I\u2019m going to pay for it, so how nice that Kickstarter has recently become a fascination (to the point where I\u2019ve actually opened my dusty wallet and supported several projects).<\/p>\n