JOIN THE ROLL CALL OF THE DEVIL KITTY

As you may have guessed from reading the latest issue of DEAD ANGEL, I'm at a bit of a crossroads here. With issue # 64, the ezine will celebrate ten continuous years of reviews, interviews, and performance art cleverly disguised as bullshit -- not bad for a publication I basically expected to fold after three issues, nu? However, due to a number of recent events I'll elaborate on below, the circumstances around the ezine have changed dramatically, and events are conspiring to force me to make some serious decisions soon as to what I can afford to spend my time on. Some of the things that have changed recently include:

1) I am now a bum. To be more accurate, I finally quit (back in November 2003, in case you nobody noticed) the satanic hell-job that was destroying my sanity and steering me closer every day to committing acts of grotesque violence against co-workers, the public, random cattle, etc. I'm in much better shape now, thanks -- I get more rest, everybody tells me how much better I look, and I certainly like this lifestyle a lot better, but unfortunately, in giving up my job, I also gave up the fat-ass paycheck that allowed me to publish DEAD ANGEL totally for free, without consideration for the expense of doing it. Now that my stash of black-market KISS dolls and the like is running low, pretty soon I'm going to have to start thinking about making $$$ again. That may seriously impede production of the ezine.

2) The ezine takes up a lot of time and effort, energy that could be spent in service of things that turn my cash flow positive. Now that I am on the brink of officially being a freelance kind of dude (once I get through being a bum), pretty soon just about everything I do is going to be subjected to the harsh litmus test: Is it helping to pay the rent and the electric bill? If the answer's no, it's probably going to get axed or, at the very least, relegated to a back burner.

3) I have become intensely burned-out on doing reviews. I like getting swell, unexpected listenables -- oooo, shiny trinkets of vibrating pleasure -- but after more than a thousand reviews, I'm getting a bit... um... restless. More and more I find myself asking why I'm working at such length to publish something that isn't contributing to my dwindling financial resources. Love and moxie can only get you so far, you know.... Making it something that brings in $$$ would certainly make me more inclined to keep at it, though.

4) Ten years of freedom is probably enough, nu? That's a lot of totally free information. It would be nice to get paid for the work for a while, even if it's not much. Some is better than nothing, right?

So I'm conducting a wee experiment. If you're down with the Temple of the Devil Kitty and DEAD ANGEL, and want to show your appreciation, you can hit the CONTRIBUTE button and add your name to Roll Call of those who will be spared from the violent slaughter that will befall the enemies of the Devil Kitty when Ragnarok finally shows up at the party. Like our style? Appreciate the informative reviews? Find us an amusing source of entertaining bullshit? Fear the Devil Kitty and his potential wrath? Well, now you have a way to share the love. Feel free to ignore the button if you're broke, a student, don't want to feel the love, or just plain think we suck. Just remember: It is prophesied in THE BOOK OF THE LAW OF ANU that those who do not worship the Devil Kitty with blind, atavistic abandon, and especially those who remain on Earth after the Roll Call, will suffer the terror and indignity of being rolled up in blunts and smoked by the Devil Kitty for his drug-fueled satanic pleasure. It's up to you....

BUY YOUR WAY INTO THE AFTERLIFE WITH ONE OF THESE EXCITING PLANS:

a) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, but I'm feeling frugal. I'll give you one buck, okay?

b) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, because your ezine has filled my life with more mirth and useful information than the overpriced, watered-down margarita I bought at the titty bar last night. I don't have much left from that adventure, so I can only give you five bucks, sorry.

c) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, but your inscrutable and profanity-laden tirades are only worth what I paid for a used copy of that trendy album by the jackass who hits people a lot, so here's ten smackolas.

d) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, and I feel your pain so greatly, so deeply, so intensely, that I am compelled to give you fifty smackolas.

e) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, and I'll be the first to give you props for being such an entertaining loudmouth. Here's one hundred dead Washingtons.

f) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, and I'm still high from that rave I just stumbled back from. Will five hundred dead Washingtons be enough?

g) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, and I want the Devil Kitty to know I'm serious about my devotion to your whacked-out shit. Here's one thousand clams.

h) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, and I'm trying to top that last woman so I can get in her girlfriend's pants. Think five thousand clams will impress her?

i) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, because I need all the help I can get after a career of pimpin', jackin', and dealin'. Look, ten thousand singles, that covers most authority types, it ought to be enough for you, okay?

j) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, and I own so much wealth in the form of third-world nations, oil corporations, and international banking cartels that I can afford to give you one hundred thousand singles just so I can impress my seventeen young wives.

k) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, and I am a rock star with surgically improved protuberances and a heroin habit that has made me as stupid as a bag of broken hammers. Have five hundred thousand singles, dude... because I'm stoned out of my mind and I care.

l) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, and I have absolutely no good goddamn sense or financial skills, but I did inherit a lot of money, which is why it makes perfect sense to give you one million dollars.

m) I'LL BE THERE, MIGHTY RA, WHEN THE DEVIL KITTY CALLS MY NAME, AND I AM POSSESSED BY SATAN! THE DEVIL KITTY CONTROLS MY THOUGHTS! HAVE ONE BILLION DOLLARS!

I DESIRE TO SIT WITH THE DEVIL KITTY IN VALHALLA FOR ALL ETERNITY. HERE IS MY SOUL.

THESE WISE SOULS WILL SIT FOR ALL ETERNITY WITH THE DEVIL KITTY:

DANIEL BENTLEY : ROBERT MONROE : STEVE HUANG : JASON CHRIEN : GRIZZLY TRAX