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garlic salsa, galactus

1 March 2001 _ 22h30m28 EDT
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~ okay! after losing the network at the angry red offices for two days, we seem to have access; past experience has assured us that this condition is temporary. other studio conditions: a jar of roasted garlic salsa has gone missing from my desk; i replaced it with a space heater that someone had abandoned under her masonite site model…

~ along with a disparaging postcard or two, my p.o.box has recently brought me ‘spaghetti dinner and dancing’ number fourteen, whose literary quality rivals that of the angry red publications. find randy spaghetti’s address in the zine contacts…

~ surely, earth x is going to be extended for 13 issues. they can not leave unresolved a cliffhanger in which freaking galactus appears to defend the blue planet against the freaking celestials. of all the late 90’s revisionist/alternate universe/painterly(though sometimes just the covers) miniseries that the big 2 have coerced me into buying, this is the only series that was somewhat intriguing, which i attribute to the treatment of the lost heroes with some dignity, instead of ridiculing them for their ultimate humanity. otherwise, all have been guilty excursions into iconoclasm, most lately evidenced in the ludicrous punisher kills the marvel universe. regardless, the freaking celestials would hand galactus his ass on a freaking platter; i want to see how he pulls this one out of it…

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