Volume 89 of The Epistler was the greatest ever. They published exchanges between Moreen Mannus and the Frankish Gestapo; Paul Severe and Ling Nass; the Viscount Edessa and Coolie Jones; and Nebuchadnezzar Holyrood and Tambergeron Sluigy. In addition Weyland Potsherd announced his project Krampus, and the last half of the issue was dedicated as a festschrift to the recently deceased More O’Breaton, about whom I have nothing bad to say except he did more ketamine, perhaps, than his art demanded. Tie the whole thing up with “Linus Rolph and the Spone Hammer,” and you’ve got an issue.
It was produced at the Bominable Collaboratory, in fact it was the last issue promulgated there.
The Collaboratory provides space; those who frequent it, the ideas. In each atelier the centerpiece is a series of terminals consisting of a memex, a googler, and a scanner.
Funnily, it is located on a hilltop as a small independent enclave within the carceral state of The Realm. A modest tribute maintains its independence and its supply lines.
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