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One of their best issues in a while. **** Urban Legends #1, Dark Horse comics. Illustrated urban legends including the baby in the microwave, Rod Stewart's trip to the hospital, and more disgusting episodes by Bagge, Sala, and other artists. ***** Wild Cartoon Kingdom #1 - Cartoon-oriented magazine. The cover story: The Ugly Truth behind Nickelodeon's Ren & Stimpy takeover, and how it is actually little more than part of a general hatred of all cartoons. That explains why cartoons have been so crappy for so long: the good stuff is destroyed by corporate goons. For anyone wanting an ugly look inside the heart of the Conspiracy, this accounting of the Ren & Stimpy tragedy is one of the best. Plus, a great Peanuts storyboard. Edited by Chris Gore of "Film Threat", the same (great) sick humor continues. LFP Inc. 9171 Wilshire Blvd,Ste.300 Beverly Hills CA 90210 <--Larry Flynt!! Reserve your seats on the Flying Saucers today! Connie Dobbs' Sacred Hotline - 1-900-990-5085 ext. 325 You'll fry without it! burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp-burp NOTE: The original author of JM:SR has been found!!! and he has actually changed and continued the story! Wipe your neurons of the stories in the past 2 issues, and get ready, its.... Jim Morrison: Space Ranger by T.Rev hin9@midway.uchicago.edu Part 1 The shooting had stopped. The jungle quiet was disturbed only by the sound of huge mosquitos flying through the humid summer air. A full moon gave Morrison's face a ghastly pall as he reloaded his Tarantula 9000. The Tarantula was a fine weapon, a .50 caliber recoilless machine pistol of a type that would not be mass-produced for another twenty years. Damn. If only the Viet Cong patrol hadn't shown half an hour early. Damn. If only he hadn't gotten separated from his squad during the firefight. Damn. If only anything in the last eighteen hours hadn't happened. Damn. Morrison tried to clear his mind by concentrating on the gun. It was a prototype, a weapon he had rescued from the laboratories of a dead Ceylonese weaponsmith, and he hadn't been taking proper care of it. Now, the loading mechanism was jammed, and he didn't have the tools to repair it. He tried to improvise using his pocketknife, the one he'd picked up during the Doors' last tour, years before, but his hands were shaking so badly from malaria and hunger that he couldn't make any progress. He worked long into the night, slapping at the mosquitos that descended in clouds to drink the blood from his exposed arms and chest. He didn't notice the change in the moonlight as it drifted from silvery-white to blood-red, until the sound of inhuman voices nearby caught his attention. Even after decades of war, or perhaps because of them, there were things in Southeast Asia that men like Morrison were not meant to know. Morrison saw the moon, and knew he was in trouble. He sheathed the broken weapon and rose shakily to his feet. The voices were louder now. He turned and broke into a trot, trying to ignore the sick aching in his body. No use. After a few steps, he faltered, tripped, and fell. He rolled, trying to rise to his feet- -and he saw them. Black as tar, dripping wet, they were half the height of a man and twice as wide, and they were roaring like angry dogs, jaws opened wide and dripping foam. The first one grabbed him and tossed him into the air like a rag doll. He flew against a tree and felt his spine snap. The last thing he heard was gunfire. "What the hell were those things?" "No idea. Not important. Morrison is here, like the boss said." "Is he alive?" "Does it matter? Get him in the chamber and let's get back to base." Jim Morrison was dreaming. He dreamed that he was back on tour with the Doors, dropping acid, getting in trouble with the police. But, for all the sweetness and light normalcy, something was terribly wrong. Maybe it was the fact that all the police had blank silver panels where their faces should have been. Maybe it was the fact that Robbie Krieger kept changing color, like a badly tuned color TV. Maybe it was that the drugs he took the most were ones he'd never heard of. Something was wrong. Jim Morrison sat up in bed with a start, his body drenched in sweat and shivering uncontrollably. He felt terribly, violently ill. His bones ached as if there were sand in the joints. Every move of his eyes shot red lances of pain into the back of his skull. His gut twisted with intense nausea. Through the tears welling up in his eyes, he hazily saw a pipe and a lighter next to his bed. What the hell. Maybe there's something left in the pipe. With violently shaking hands, he took the smoking equipment from the nightstand and lit up the pipe. One puff and his agony dwindled to a vague uneasiness behind his temples. The second brought with it a sublime joy that had nothing to do with physical pleasure, as if Jim had touched the mind of God. "Shit! What's in that stuff?" he gasped, hastily replacing the pipe on the nightstand. As his vision cleared, he gave the room he was in a brief inspection. Aside from the bed and the nightstand, there was little in the rather cramped room. On the wall in front of him was a television screen, and to either side of him were large panels, doors perhaps. A low hum resonated through the room, and Morrison guessed that he might be on a ship or airplane. Morrison went through the mental stabilizing exercises he had learned during his visit to Tibet. Who was he? Jim Morrison. What was he? Once a poet, a philosopher, and a musician; now just a landless mercenary. Where was he? Not enough information; file away for the moment. When was he? The summer of 1974, he assumed; again, not enough information. What was the last thing he remembered? Dying. Jim got out of bed, his pain quite gone. What was in that pipe? He took stock of himself in the reflective surface of the television screen. He noticed the faint scars that ran from his temples back past his hairline, and the small metal plate behind his right ear. What happened to me? One of the panels slid silently open, and in the doorway stood Jimi Hendrix. Morrison should have been stunned. Instead, he only felt a vague echo of surprise. "Jimi!" exclaimed Morrison. "I thought..." "...I was dead? I could accuse you of the same thing, man. But, like," Jimi said, spreading his arms and smiling, "the simple fact is that I'm alive as you are." His smile seemed genuine, but there was something subtly wrong with the way he walked, something that didn't fit with friendly old Jimi. He walked like a jungle cat now, Morrison realized. Not knowing what to do with the insight, Morrison responded with a question. "How much is that?" "Uh, good question, man. Listen, I know you must have a lot of questions, but I'm not, like, the person to ask. The reason I came up here is to invite you to a jam session." Morrison was taken aback. "But, uh..." "Hey, calm down. You're safe right now, dig? Hold on a minute..." Jimi walked over to the TV screen. "Just like I thought, somebody left this turned off. The computer will explain everything," said Jimi as he touched a button. "I gotta run. Later." Jimi left the room. "Computer?" "Hi there!" said an unnaturally perky voice from the TV, as an abstract pattern flickered to life on the screen. "What the hell is going on?" "Oh, that's simple. You're on a spaceship." "A spaceship." Sure. Why not? "Yup! A spaceship. You're on tour, okay, on tour, with you and Jimi and Keith and everyone else!" "On tour." "Yeah!" continued the computer breathlessly. "And, um, also you gotta do some...special...things. For Bob." "Bob. Check." "Bob's the guy who owns this ship and he's the guy who saved you and Jimi and everyone else. So, that's the short version. Can you dig it, Jim?" "I guess." "Great! You have a gig tonight and you gotta come down and learn the set they're doing. Just follow the big blue dot!" On cue, a glowing electric blue sphere appeared, floating at waist level by the door. "Yeah. Sure." As he left, the lights in the ceiling went out, and the only illumination was provided by the eerie green glow of the pipe. Jim Morrison woke from a dream of formless shapes and impossible geometries. Blinking and squinting, he focused on the thing that had awakened him--a strobelike pulsing from the video unit that knifed through the darkness of the room. As he sat up in bed, the pulsing stopped, and was replaced by a message: GOOD MORNING MR. MORRISON. YOUR ATTENDANCE IS REQUESTED AT A MISSION BRIEFING. PLEASE PREPARE YOURSELF AND WHEN YOU ARE READY PLEASE FOLLOW THE BIG BLUE DOT. Morrison stared at it contemptuously. AS IF YOU CARED, THERE WILL BE COFFEE AND DOUGHNUTS AT THE BRIEFING. HAVE A NICE DAY. "Fuck off," Morrison said cheerily. Actually, he was feeling almost unnaturally good, considering how long he'd jammed with Jimi and the boys and how long they'd been drinking afterward. Just the faintest headache. It wouldn't do, however, to be polite to a computer. He got out of bed, stretched, and jumped into the shower. Several minutes later he was dressed and ready to leave the room. As he walked through the doorway, the blue light floated away from him, as if it was supposed to lead him somewhere. Shrugging his shoulders, he followed. It led him down several hallways, where he passed several men and women. The only one he recognized was Janis Joplin, but she didn't seem to recognize him, so he walked on. The light led him into an elevator that also seemed to know where to go, back out, and finally into a small auditorium. Jimi Hendrix was already there, in the front row, sitting next to a table on which strange guns and less identifiable objects were placed. Keith Moon was standing near the back, admiring a painting on the wall. Hendrix motioned Morrison over. "Hey, man," said Hendrix. "Sit and learn." "From what?" asked Morrison. "From that," Hendrix said, pointing at a large screen set into the front wall. The screen was dark. "It's dark, Jimi." "Yeah, uh, watch." Morrison squinted. "Is this one of those Zen questions?" Hendrix pondered the question. "No, uh, watch." Before Morrison could respond, the screen flickered to life. A face dominated the screen. The face was of a distinguished-looking man, blandly middle American, grinning, smoking a pipe. It was obviously a puppet of some sort. The lips moved. The voice was full and rich and tinged with arrogance, but had an artificial quality. Hendrix waved at the screen. "Hi Bob!" "Hi there. I'm sure you're wondering what I'd like you to do." "Yeah, like, tell us and we'll get with it, you know?" drawled Hendrix. Morrison quickly glanced over his shoulder to see what Moon was doing. Moon flashed him a tight-lipped smile and Morrison stared back at the screen. "Well, okay, I need you to get a rather special artificial intelligence from a research station on Sirius. Your cover, as usual, will be as the New Jimi Hendrix Experience." "Right, Bob." Moon approached the front of the auditorium. "Tell us where it is, I'll get us in, Jim and Jimi will take care of the guards. What else do we need?" "You're going to need an Archetype." The capital letter was audible. Moon hissed. "No, not Jerry! Damn you, Bob, too many people die when Cornelius is involved. Can't we do this without him?" "Without Jerry Cornelius, we'll never get it. We need him. That's the truth." "I'm pleased to hear it." Jerry's voice was sardonic as he entered the room rather theatrically and closed the door behind him. Jim Morrison looked him over. He was very tall, and that pale face, framed by the hair, resembled Morrison's own. His black eyes did not seem at all kindly. Jerry strolled toward the front of the auditorium. "This is heavenly. What a smashing way to finish. Or begin." Morrison's headache worsened. Hendrix searched through the pile of weapons and equipment on the table. He handed a small machine pistol and a battered plastic case with inscriptions in Japanese and English to Moon, and a chrome dart gun and a neatly folded black car coat to Jerry. For himself, he took a modified gauss rifle. Its complicated sighting mechanism was connected by a tangle of fiberoptic lines to a pair of silvered goggles that he hung around his neck. To Morrison, he handed a fragile-looking crystal and chrome gun, about the size of an AK-47. "What's this?" Morrison asked sullenly. "'Sa gun, luv," said Jerry. Morrison ignored him, stared at Hendrix. "What's this?" he repeated. "That's the best weapon we got on the ship, man. That's a Slampire V pulser. Use that on someone, you'll burn a hole in them, and they'll get the worst case of, like, bad karma you ever seen." Morrison hefted it. "What do I do with it?" Hendrix smiled happily. "Blow up the bad guys. Handles like an Uzi." Morrison thought a moment. Sure. He'd been a mercenary before. This Bob, whoever he was, saved Morrison's life. Why not? "What bad guys?" "Whoever Bob tells us to blow up." "Moral absolutism!" clucked Jerry. "Oh, dear. What will I ever do with you, Mr Hendrix?" "Hey, Bob? We got a trank for Oscar Wilde here?" asked Moon, gesturing toward Jerry. Bob ignored him. "So, gentlemen, and Jerry," he continued, "the full details of your mission can be found in the dossiers the computer is about to print out for you. You have one week to plan and prepare. Goodbye." And the screen went dead. --end of part 1-- [Appropriate graphics here] ******************************************************************************* SUNDAY JULY 4th, 1993 INHALE TO THE CHIEF [Miscellaneous The 24th annual Washington D.C. hemp rally. (a white house tradition) graphics HIGH NOON all over LAFAYETTE PARK the page ---and--- in the The 1993 NORML CONCERT ON THE MALL hardcopy 4pm - MIDNIGHT version 23'rd & CONSTITUTION AVENUE, NW only] Featuring: Everything Blue Miricle Blind SEE-I and `special guests' SPONSORED BY THE FOURTH OF JULY HEMP COALITION Both events will feature speakers from across the hemp/marijuana movement. For more information, contact: The July 4th Hemp Coalition at (202) 363-0068 or NORML at (900)-97-NORML =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= D R A G O N * C O N & Atlanta Comics Expo America's Largest Annual Convention for fans of: Science Fiction Fantasy - Horror Games - Comics Film - Animation Art & Lots More July 16-18, 1993 Atlanta Hilton Atlanta, Georgia Over 200 Featured Guests include: Ben Bova Clifford Stoll Huge Dealer's Room Robert Bloch Roy Thomas Art Show & Print Shop Terry Brooks Margaret Weis Amateur Video Festival Peter David Tracy Hickman Live Role-Playing Stan Lee and Writer's Workshops Brian Lumley Ren & Stimpy's Film Screenings & More Olivia Bob Camp & Keith Parkinson Bill Wray Fred Olen Ray and in concert: The Screamin' Lederhosen Dragon*Con/ACE '93 $40 for 3 days Atlanta Hilton (404) 659-2000 Box 47696 membership at door Atlanta Hyatt (404) 577-1234 Atlanta, GA 30362 Ramada Hotel (404) 659-2727 Info: (404) 925-2813 This is a HToMC sanctioned event =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= C O N V E N T I O N S July 2-4, 1993 (California, Northern) ANIME EXPO. Oakland Convention Center/Parc Oakland Hotel, Oakland, CA; (510)451-4000; rms $62 sngl, $69 dbl, $75 tpl, $81 quad. Guests: Scott Frazier, Hiroyuki Kitazume, Makoto Kobayashi, Michitaka Kikuchi. SF Convention with emphasis on Japanese Anime. Memb: $40 until 6/1/93, $45 at door (no memberships accepted between 6/15 and 7/4). Info: anime Expo, c/o The Society for the Promotion of Japanese Animation, 2425 B. Channing Way, Suite 684, Burbank, CA 94704; email: shogun@sutro.sfsu.edu. July 2-4, 1993 (Indiana) INCONJUNCTION 13. Adam's Mark Hotel, Indianapolis, IN. GoH: David Drake; AGoH: Patricia Davis; TM: Arlan Andrews. Info: Inconjunction 13, Box 19776, Indianapolis, IN 46219; (317)839-5519. July 2-4, 1993 (Texas) TEX-TREK '93. Arlington Marriott & Arlington Convention Center, 1500 Stadium Drive East, Arlington, TX 76011; (800)442-7275. Star Trek convention. Guests: Colm Meaney, Grace Lee Whitney, George Takei, Bjo Trimble, Walter Irwin, Shane Johnson, Lucy Synk, John Vornholt, Jamie Murray, more. Events include a breakfast with the stars (additional fee), Alien ambassador's ball (additional fee), live performances, masquerade, art auction, UFO seminars, games, contests, role-playing, pool parties, videos, filking, dealer's room and more. Memb: $35 (children $15). Info: Tex-Trek '93, PO Box 353, Lillian, TX 76061. July 2-5, 1993 (Washington) WESTERCON 46. Red Lion, Holiday Inn, & Hilton Hotels, Bellevue WA; (206)455-1300; rms $85. GoH: Greg Bear; AGoH: George Barr; FGoHs: F.M. & Elinor Busby, Wally Weber, Wally Gonser; TM: George Alec Effinger. Memb: $45 until 5/31/93, $55 after; $20 supporting. Info: Westercon 46, Box 24292, Seattle WA 98124; (206)742-8943; email: wc46@kolvir.uucp, 72450.2374@compuserve.com. July 9-11, 1993 (Colorado) IV-KHAN. Holiday Inn North, Colorado Springs, CO. GoH: John E. Stith; TM: Edward Bryant. Memb: $15 in advance, $20 at door. Info: IV-KHAN, c/o Penny Tegen, 2926 Valarie Cr.,Colorado Springs, CO 80917; (719)597-5259 July 9-11, 1993 (Maryland) SHORE LEAVE 15. Marriott's Hunt Valley Inn, Hunt Valley, Maryland; (410)785-7000; rms $74. GoHs: Robin Curtis, Rene Auberjonois, Robert O'Reilly; FGoH: Bjo and John Trimble; Guests: Peter David, Brad Ferguson, Michael Jan Friedman, Bob Greenberger, Jacqueline Lichtenberg, Arne Starr, Howard Weinstein, Joan Winston. Memb: $40 (children $10), additional fees for various workshops. Mail-in registration deadline 5/31/93, membership limited to 1500 people. Info: Shore Leave 15, P.O. Box 6809, Towson, MD 21285-6809; (410)821-5563 (24-hour infoline). July 9-11, 1993 (Massachusetts) READERCON 6. Worcester Marriott, 10 Lincoln Square, Worcester, MA; (508)791-1600; rms $70 sngl, $75 dbl/tpl, $80 quad, $125 suite. GoHs: Brian Aldiss, Judith Merrill; Spiritual Guest of Honor: H.G. Wells. SF convention devoted solely to books. No media, no customes. Memb: $23 until 5/24/93, $30 after. Info: Readercon, PO Box 381246, Cambridge, MA 02238; (508)643-2247. July 9-12, 1993 (Tennessee) LIBERTYCON 7. Comfort Hotel River Center, Chattanooga TN. GoH: Michael McCollum; SGoH: John Maddox Roberts; AGoH: Mark Fults; TM: Wilson "Bob" Tucker. Limited to 450 attendees. Memb: $25 to 6/15. then $35. Info: Libertycon 7, Box 695, Hixson TN 37343. July 16-18, 1993 (Georgia) DON'T MISS THIS ONE DRAGONCON '93/ACE '93. Atlanta Hilton and Towers, Atlanta, GA; rms $95 sngl/dbl, $125 tpl/quad; (404)659-2000. Guest: Robert Bloch, Ben Bova, Terry Brooks, Nancy Collins, Roger Corman, Patricia Kennealy, Joe R. Lansdale, Stan Lee, Keith Parkinson, Clifford Stoll, Charles N. Brown, Steve Jackson, Brad Linaweaver, Julius Schwartz, Brad Strickland, many more. Sf convention including Locus Magazine Awards, Costume contest, Art Show, Dealer's Room, Video Room, Film Previews, Writer's Workshop, Medieval Combat Demonstrations, Dances, Role-Playing, Locus Awards Banquet, more. Memb: $35 until 6/14/93, $40 after. Info: Dragon Con '93, Box 47696, Atlanta, GA 30362-0696; (404)925-2813. July 16-18, 1993 (Pennsylvania) CONFLUENCE '93. Palace Inn, Monroeville (Pittsburgh), PA. Guests: John Barnes, John DeChancie, Julia Ecklar, Ted Reynolds, William Tenn, Kenneth VonGunden, Robin Wood, "Lan" Laskowski, more. Memb: $20 until 7/1/93, $25 after. Info: Confluence '93,Box 3681,Pittsburgh,PA 15230-3861; (412)344-0456 July 16-18, 1993 (Canada, Alberta) CONVERSION 10. Marlborough Inn, Calgary AB, Canada. GoHs: L. Sprague & Catherine Crook de Camp. Memb: C$40. Info: Conversion 10, Box 1088, Stn. M, Calgary AB T2P 2K9, Canada. July 16-18, 1993 (Canada, New Brunswick) KINGCON. Delta Brunswick Hotel, Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada. Memb: $20 in advance, $25 at door. Info: Kingcon, MPO Box 1212, Saint John, N.B. Canada E2L 4G7; email: brian.mcgee@acadiau.ca. July 23-25, 1993 (New Jersey) PHROLICON 9. Clarion Hotel, Rt. 73 at I-295, Mt. Laurel, NJ; (609)234-7300; rms $68, $78 with jacuzzi. GoH: Craig Shaw Gardner. Relaxacon featuring art show, dealer's room, filking, videos, gaming, more. Memb: $20 until 7/10/93, $25 after. Info: Phrolicon 9, P.O. Box 42195, Philadelphia, PA 19101-2195. July 23-25, 1993 (New Jersey) DEXCON 2. Holiday Inn Jetport, 1000 Spring St., Elizabeth, NJ; (908)355-1700; rms $75. Gaming convention featuring live role-playing games. Memb: $28 until 7/5/93, $35 after; additional fees for live role-playing. Info: Dexcon, P.O. Box 3594, Grand Central Station, New York, NY 10163; (718)881-4575. July 23-25, 1993 (Wisconsin) CONGENIAL V. Quality Inn South, Madison WI; rms $51. GoHs: Phyllis Eisenstein, Fred Levy-Haskell, Steven Brust. Relaxacon. Memb: $20 until 7/4/93, $25 after. Info: Congenial V, Box 44146, Madison WI 53744-4146. July 23-25, 1993 (Canada, Ontario) TORONTO TREK VII. Regal Constellation Hotel, Toronto, Canada. Guests: George Takei, Barbara Hambly, Marina Sirtis, Julia Ecklar, more. Memb: C$35 until 6/30/93, C$40 after. Info: TORONTO TREK, Suite 0116, Box 187, 65 Front Street West, Toronto, Ontario M5J 1E6 Canada; (416)699-4666. July 30-August 2, 1993 (Minnesota) MYTHCON XXIV. Minneapolis East Bank campus of the University of Minnesota - Twin Cities, Minneapolis, MN. GoHs: Jane Yolen, Carol Kendall; Keynote Speaker: Jack Zipes. Theme: Children's fantasy. Memb: $45 until 5/31/93, $50 after. Info: The Mythcon XXIV Committee, Attn: Joan Verba, Corresponding Entity, PO Box 1363, Minnetonka, MN 55345; (612) 292-8887 (David or Jo Ann); email: d-lene@vm1.spcs.umn.edu or d-lena@uminn1.bitnet or 70451.2545@compuserve.com. July 31-August 1, 1993 (Michigan) BACCHANAL 2. Lake Orion, MI. Relaxacon. 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