STAPLE! The Independent Media Expo 2008

WHEN: May 20th, 2006—10 PM
WHERE: La Tazza Fresca, 37th and Guadalupe
Tired of straining to enjoy earnest, overly-emotional literary events that lack the slash and thrust of REAL artistic exploration?
Like members of the opposite, same, or similar sex, but wish there was a place to meet them that made you look pretty good (SANE, NOT A SERIAL KILLER) in comparison to the performers?
Wish there was a fantastical plateau that still held up the experiments of fiction for your prurient inspection; a florid hothouse that still reverenced the failures and triumphs of lies, fabrications, and narrative—sans tepid political and social reification?
Hate fucking poetry?
Come, partake, and witness the Fiction Circus! Let us be the guilty ones, for once! Join STAPLE! veterans Miracle Jones, Professor Stephen Future, and Team Omega Awesome for Austin’s finest and most exciting incarnation of Story – the Golden Thread that binds Life into Meaning!
It’s a fiction reading. But a fiction reading as if "fiction reading" evolved in a parallel world where literature was rock and roll, and rock and roll was Betty Crocker. Plus coffee, food, and beer.
If you miss us on the 20th, we will be at the Kasbah on the 27th at the same time. That’s where Mojo’s used to be. We plan on getting kicked out. Should be a pretty good show.

I, Uncle Staple, personally endorse this event, and now expect some form of compensation.

So be it.
For work:
http://pong.flash-gear.com/
For home:
http://www.plasmapong.com/
Noam Chomsky only wanted a hug and somebody "to just listen for awhile" in return for an endorsement. And I turned his ass down cold. Consider yourself lucky.

I am gratified.
Though, I would also like a hug.

I recommend that any and all readers of this forum attend an evening of the Fiction Circus. Unlike canned entertainment-theatrically released movies, Netflix, and meeting at the same old bar on Sixth Street to drink the same drinks and meet the same old drunks-the Fiction Circus is a live-action performance you can’t elect to watch at any hour, on the hour. It’s taking place tonight, and you should go.
The Fiction Circus is a periodic extravaganza that arrives as bright and spectacular as Halley’s Comet, and then departs again leaving you wanting more. It’s just like Halley’s Comet in that you’ll be glad you saw it, you’ll tell your friends about it, and then one day you or the poorly digitized holographic 3-D specter of your dead self will tell your great-great-grandkids about it when they visit your interactive grave. Sure, the Fiction Circus passes within viewing distance of Earth more frequently than Haley’s Comet, and you don’t need binoculars to see it . . . or, um, astronomers on CNN to explain it . . . but it’s just like Halley’s Comet otherwise. Just like Comet Halley, "officially designated 1P/Halley, more generally known as Halley’s Comet"* but with fiction read aloud and music and contests and cafe drinks. Unlike Halley’s Comet, the Fiction Circus is still interesting after you’ve seen it once.
Anyway, the point is that you’ll have a good time at the Fiction Circus, and that anything else you may have had planned for this evening is bound to be less important. Unless you were gonna do That. In which case have dinner earlier, take care of That immediately afterword, and then take Whomever elected to be with you for That to This, the Fiction Circus.
*That’s [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halley%27s_comet] from Wikipedia[/url]. By "that" I mean the quote, not That. I don’t think they allow lots of That on Wikipedia.

Gary, my man, you are a scholar and a gent. We all miss you down here in Austin.
Even though you ask NOTHING for your kind words, just say the word and we will ship you a case of human-flavored tofu (http://www.eathufu.com/home.asp) by pony express for your dining pleasure.
Also, every Austinite worth his or her salts and humors should go to Epoch as much as possible as soon as it opens. We plan on doing many, many shows under their scabby wing. You people, with your drinking and art and carousing! Such decadence! Such moral excrescence! Dismal, dim, and outrageous!
See you there…

The gates will be stormed! There will be no survivors! We will rock you out, and leave you pregnant! With stories! We will not use protection! Our literary offspring will then claw their way out of your rectum and leave you empty, and gasping for more! We will deliver!
It will be pretty strange, really. But you will go! Why? Because you are crazy! And so are we!
FICTION CIRCUS
Sunday, September 24th
BEERLAND
www.beerlandtexas.com
9 PM SHARP
21 and Up Only!
Featuring!
TEAM OMEGA AWESOME
"The Ballroom Game," brand new fiction from Miracle Jones, Madman
A story about shock therapy from Dr. Stephen Future, Dapper Gent
Live puking!
Songs that shouldn’t be!
Contests, with prizes!
Confused people waiting to go to Elysium!
Stand up comedy (eventually) from Local Guy Avi Hartman!
Yes. Oh yes. Hell yes. The Fiction Circus! Stories. Sex. Beer. Art.