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Stencilart.org has got a pretty sweet photo gallery of stencil art from around San Francisco. Some of them still exist if you can find them. But if you don't feel like hiking around the city searching for stencil bombs, you can always hit the show. Stencilart.org is hosting a stencil art exhibit at CellSpace from August 21 to September 6. Sounds cool.

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A continuing dialogue with Rachel has revealed that in the "Physical Manifestation of Oppression" photo, I look more like an anorexic Japanese version of Enid from Ghost World than my original assessment of a Japanese Little Lord Fauntleroy. She sent me a mockup as proof. Please to observe:





I don't know which is worse, but she's right. Crap.

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I wanted to wait until my number one fan sent me enough e-mails to do a "Greatest Hits" segment, but I couldn't wait because this one is too damn awesome to not share right away. Oh, except the part about Bill working as a security guard at Ross Dress-For-Less in San Diego. That was out of line, buddy. Bill is a very good security guard and what he does for a living is not for you to judge. Shame on you.

Date: Sat, 9 Aug 2003 00:57:42 -0700 (PDT)
From:  "Tomine, Adrian" <XXXXXXXXXXXX@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big fan of your work
To: darren_kani@yahoo.com

You think Adrian Tomine would write to you? No way, shitheel, he's too busy going to Mel's and chlling with his comic writing homies and walking out with a pocket dictionary full of girlie's digits to give a damn about what you're putting up, you pussy-faced tit. Even though he looks like a Nipponese Beaker, he's able to hit it regularly. What's your excuse? Did your mother nurse you on butane?

What it takes to stomach writing to you is an unhealthy amount of alcohol consumption. I have to get myself so annihlated in order to write to you that my world spins. It's like trying to fuck a homeless bitch -- the ones with straggly hair and one shoe, not the 15 year olds who panhandle for change in Berkeley that who you lustfully eye, you dickless worm. I should bill your for my booze costs. Clearly someone who does not have enough common sense to spend $14 at Supercuts to get hisself a decent haircut is not going to be able to figure out how to slam the poonani, nor how to work a Speak-and-Spell.

You think it's cool to throw out Bill's name like your the shit -- Chagall, DJ Spesh, and Bill. Let me remind you, if you had a shred of intellectual honesty (not to mention a shred of intellect, period), you would point out that Bill Gong is a fucking bitch. A bitch who never sent me the comic I rightfully deserved. If I had the time and money, I would drag my ass down to SD and beat that poor excuse for a shit's ass in the men's bathroom at the Ross Dress-for-Less where he works as a security guard, then made him drink my piss.

You seem to think I'm some kind of circus attraction you can make light of. I am not a circus monkey. My ass is far too hairy for that.

Whatever happened to you being Japanese, and knowing how to keep all your whiney shit inside? I must conclude you are not Japanese, despite your taste in shitty rock bands, poon-face.

Yotchatta.

My hate mail is better than your fan mail. That's just the way it is.