Everything in its place. Crankitorial ............................... 03 Visiting Margaret Brundage ..... 05 Queen of Weird Tales ............... 07 MovieTime ............................... 10 Maxine ..................................... 11 Retro Fan ................................. 15 The Retro Fan .......................... 15 Slots! ........................................ 25 DrinkingThings! ........................ 29 Pixelarium ................................ 31 Skyliner #4 A Zine from Pixel Motel. ©2018 Pixelmotel properties owned by donating artists and may not be copied without express say-so from whoever the hell that is. Seeking fannish creativity: funny business with a fannish bent or going places and doing things. In case you haven’t been warned, PC doesn’t live here. If you need a warning about anything, this isn’t for you, and if you can’t take a joke, for god sakes, go no further. Alan White Space Cowboy CONTACT IIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIII IIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIII Crankitorial DIALOGUE FOR A BETTER FUTURE As we go to press, the banner is still up at “The Horror, Science Fiction, and Fantasy Writers and Artists Group”, though I suspect only I can see it. There is no evidence of either Admin being in attendance for months, if not years, and no doubt oblivious to the entire scenario. I don’t think banning fanzine cover art that’s barely PG without discussion sounds like a good idea; but evidently, that’s just me. Does the cover art of issue #2 really go against “Community Standards” or just the whim of one lonely miscreant? I wonder. I’ve made no bones about being out of touch with NuFandom, which at this point I define as any fandom I’m not participating in, which is pretty much all of them, yet I’m hanging out with the self-marginalizing oldsters because it’s easy, free, and I don’t have to do anything but blow away the cobwebs. I was sure when I got old, younger fans would look to me like Zarathustra coming down from the mountain, extolling fannish virtue and doses of gowshwowboyohboy like Tinkerbell sprinkling fairy dust. But reality paints the picture of an old garbage bag tossed from a moving car along the highway and rolling down a hillside. What am I to do with myself? Everyone is so fucking old I can’t stand it. Once in a while I’ll visit the Vegrants who are often as not mulling over the same patter they’re wearing thin over at Neardeath Oaks right down the street. What number fandom is this? SEE, you don’t know do you? Nobody cares enough anymore to keep track and in a few years whatever number we are, will be “UP!” anyway. Does it matter? No, not really, but then it never really mattered. It was just a clever device to make fans think we were actually moving forward, but it felt good. But our Fandom, remains a dwindling thing while others are burgeoning all around us. They’re having fun, while we’re sitting around with a bunch of old farts wondering what the hell happened, if my last Corflu was any indication. We’re still mentioning Burbee and Laney like they mean something; our own Ghods are so arcane only the near dead can invoke them. The most staunch detractors of Forry’s iconic “SciFi” have to shut the fuck up now. The crickets are screwing louder than ever, the war is over, you lost; and it just makes you look old and sad. “Like sands through the hourglass so are the days of our lives.” Would NuFandom treat me as welcoming as my first visit to fandom in 1965? No wait, during my introduction to OldFandom, they frankly treated me like dirt, never mind. But that’s why I hung around fringe fans who held Fandom in much less esteem than say: sex, drugs and rock’n’roll, and didn’t have that gassy “Holier than Thou” thing going on. Probably why I do the type of zines I do. What are the rules of this new fandom? God knows they aren’t using the old ones. Would a participant of Hugo winner Lady Business have the least inclination to read this zine? Doubtful, and if so, would probably find something to get their nickers in a twist. I watched the Hugo Awards. Who the hell are these people anyway? I feel like Hiroo Onoda, the Japanese soldier who held out on that island for 30 years thinking that surrender thing was a hoax. But at least he had the balls to shoot at people once in a while. How will I ever catch up with contemporary fandom and should I even bother? I know nothing of pissed-off puppies and I’m equally confused by this statement from winner of the Best Fan Writer Hugo Sarah Gaily. “I want to thank the people who have challenged me, who have told me I was wrong a hundred times at great personal cost to themselves, have made the effort to make me a better member of this community. I also would love to thank my agent who has made everything I’ve ever done possible, and all of my editors.. .” “Great personal cost?” What the hell did you do, kill their pets? This is what’s needed to win a Fan Writer Hugo? Crap - scratch that one off my bucket list. No wonder I’ve never won anything, it appears you need a legion of contrary psychophants willing to fall on their swords at the drop of a hat and a cadre of agents and editors to grease the wheels and that’s just the fan award. Someone over at Timebinders commented "The human trait involved in the passing on of accumulated knowledge to new generations, which in turn makes it unnecessary for each new generation to 'reinvent' the wheel and allows that generation to use the wheel as stepping stones to invent something else.” I think it’s safe to say they have no interest in our wheels. And I’ll wager the younger generation has neither interest in any of our “accumulated knowledge”. To be honest, I think the inherent structure of NuFandom seems built entirely on the ability to buy your fandom de jour off the rack. But, I’d like to give it a closer peek. I’m envious and repelled at the same time. Suggestions appreciated. To break the ice, I wrote Fan Art Hugo Winner Geneva Benton to share some art. We’ll see what happens. I wonder, how many of the nominees for Best Fanzine, Fan Writer and Fan Artist have ever been to efanzines.com? Back in Delineator days, I was sure NuFen would eventually leave us in the dust, but I thought they would at least wave as they went by. ◀ MargaretA Visit With Brundage As told by No interview, to my knowledge, ever has appeared with Forrest J Ackerman fantasy fiction’s foremost exponent of the unclothed September, 1940 feminine form divine in cover art. Learning that she lived in Chicago, I resolved to meet this mysterious Madame during “Chicon Week.” and accordingly called her on the phone one morning. On my first call I explained I was an admirer of her work from the West Coast and would it be possible to see her sometime during the day? She replied she had certain things to do but that it was probable they could be put off and would I check back with her within an hour. Which I did, to learn she would be free and glad to see me - So I made a date for 7 o'clock. A short time after the hour I found myself on the 2nd floor of an apartment building on the north side of Chicago. I was admitted by Mrs. Brundage. Margaret B., creator of those come-hither, getcha alladither, Mither of Mercy, Minga-maid- like pastel pretties is a woman in her mid-30’s, tall, blond, affable. She has a teenage son who reads science fiction, Amazing being his pick for first place. Brundage, believe it or not, is an authority on Hitler having read every line available on the would-be World-Dictator during the last year. Margaret B. got started in fantasy with her Oriental lady on an early cover of Oriental (one-time companion to Weird Tales), simply walked into the office and showed a sample of her work. Soon Oriental became Magic Carpet, and Brundage also began to draw for Weird Tales where her work was greeted with wild acclaim. Used to get $90 for a cover: now $50. Cannot draw a cover in under a week, and the materials that go into its making cost about $10 with packing and mailing taking a good part of $5 more. For such a price as this she cannot afford models and, like Finlay, frankly copies from photos. The Phantom Lover on the November (1940.) Weird Tales was Robert Taylor the dancer, and Loretta Young. I have come to be far less critical of artists since Learning some of their trials and tribulations. For instance, Margaret pointed out to me, on a proof of one of her covers, that, the hands were over-large. That issue, no doubt, many fans said “What the heck’s the matter with Brundage, she ought to be able to draw better hands than that; why, they're all out of proportion.” Pastel is a hell of a difficult and delicate medium in which to work. When she was about 7/8ths thru with that particular pic, the publisher ordered a change in it necessitating enlarging one hand, so naturally she had to make the second bigger.