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Featuring Vega (the Chihuahua) and Sydney (the Doberman Pinscher) – Pictured with their mistresses ViquiV (L) and Jessytai (R).



Sydney and her mom (social media maven Jessytai) are the newest members of the SuicideGirls HQ team. Sydney really loves her fellow four-legged co-worker Vega, and since they're so damn cute together, we thought we ought to introduce them to you...

• NAME: Sydney
  INTO: Snuggling, sleeping, treats, warm beds and sunbathing.


• NOT INTO: Loud noises, the rain, and being alone.


• MAKES ME HAPPY: When my mommy gives me the plate to "clean off" when she's done eating.


• MAKES ME SAD: When my mommy leaves.


• HOBBIES: Sleeping.


• 5 THINGS I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT: My mommy, treats, my best friend Yogi, my stairs that go up to my mommy's bed – oh and did I already say treats?


• VICES: Barking at the mail man (I'm such a cliché, I know!).


• I SPEND MOST OF MY FREE TIME: Sleeping or begging for food.

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• NAME: Vega
  INTO: Laps, sunshine, and stuffed animals.


• NOT INTO: The rain, thunder, intruders, and pooping in the dark.


• MAKES ME HAPPY: Getting attention.


• MAKES ME SAD: Being left alone.


• HOBBIES: Chasing my tail, day dreaming, and being cute.


• 5 THINGS I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT: My stuffed monkey, my stuffed tiger, my rope, chicken treats, and a good comfy lap.


• VICES: Barking at Postal workers, delivery men/women or pretty much anyone coming to the door.


• I SPEND MOST OF MY FREE TIME: Cuddling.

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by SnakePlissken

Fuck breakfast. Not breakfast foods, just breakfast the meal. It’s too goddamn early to be awake, let alone eating. And who can eat anyway when their guts are rolling harder than Andy Dick at a rave from last night’s bottle of bottom shelf whiskey? Not me, not usually anyway. But sometimes you just have to get some goddamn grease in your system to keep your stomach from eating your asshole. And when I think grease, I think about the golden arches.

I grew up poor. I know this because we called McDonald’s a restaurant and we went there for breakfast on Sundays like it was high fucking tea with the Queen mum. And the star of this meal was always the Big Breakfast. A fuck-ton of grease-laden mornin’ death all crammed into a big styrofoam container that’ll outlive you by a few hundred years. And it all comes with a tub or two of caramel colored high fructose death sauce, aka “syrup.”



And that’s still what it is. Except now they only use half the environment killing Styrofoam. Instead of a lid with proper thermal preserving properties we get this weird clear plastic lid embossed with the McDonald’s logo. Holy shit, it looks like the Lenin of fast foods all splayed out and sad. Come to think of it both probably decay at similar rates. But as bad as that mental image is the worst part is it lacks insulation leading to inevitable and undesirable side-effects.



Cold flapjacks. Fuck shit ass cock piss bitch cunt fart. Now I love the environment, don’t get me wrong. Trees are awesome and shit, but I’d sacrifice our children’s and their children’s children’s future for piping hot, butter-melting pancakes first thing in the morning. God I miss that top layer of Styrofoam. Fucking Captain Planet.



This biscuit isn’t too bad. But it isn’t too good. It’s just sort of there, but somehow you know you’d miss it if it was gone. This biscuit is to breakfast what a hand job is to casual sex. You don’t really need it, and it’s really not that fulfilling, but you’d sure miss it if it was gone. On a side note, both sometimes are in need of butter.



I love hash brown patties like this. I know they’re the bologna of potatoes, but I still love them even if they are made from bits swept off the floor and smashed together in a factory press operated by an immigrant laborer with questionable at best hygiene. That being said, when it comes to shitty hash browns McDonald’s wins the gold goddamn prize. Greasy and golden brown, they’re like eating the cast of Jersey Shore. Well almost; the hash browns don’t give you herpes.



Ok, so these patties have always worried me. Not because they look like a mole that was removed from Larry the Cable Guy’s gooch, but because of how they react within the gastrointestinal system. To put it gently, McDonald’s sausage is an investment; eat one in the morning and you’ll know it all day long with every foul-tasting belch that gurgles up from your grease-laden stomach. Work on that shit, Ronald, or at least throw some Tums and breath mints into this combo.



I’m not sure what to make of these eggs. Mostly because they seem to be exuding a sort of liquid. Normally I like things that exude liquids when hot *winkwinknudgenudgesaynomore* but I’ve never seen a scrambled egg sweat before. And given the flavor of these suckers I imagine they were included merely to soak up the grease leaking from the sausage patty. Sort of like a paper towel that came out of a chicken’s ass. Personally I’d rather eat that. Welp, time to break out the one sure cure for bland bullshit.




Ahh, that helped. That helped a lot. Now, I know a lot of you are thinking “you’re putting hot sauce on fast food eggs?” right now. It may seem as risky as shitting in a public restroom in New Delhi, but let’s face the facts here and realize that there’s not really any chance of it making me poop more. The McDonald’s alone will be adequate to make my colon reach critical mass. I will admit the spiciness could make things interesting, but I like to live dangerously. That’s why I don’t have health insurance. Well, that and poverty.



So they might be a little cold, but these cakes really aren’t too bad. Sure they’re packed with more chemicals than Charlie Sheen, but I kinda like them. The syrup is another story. It tasted like diabetes and kissing Wilford Brimley. That said it was high time these suckers got some doctoring as well.



And here’s where the strawberry preserves comes in. Sure they contain roughly as much fruit as a tall glass of Kool-aid, but it works with the syrup to make these rather ordinary cakes into a magically shitty taste treat. How do I describe the experience? It’s like going down on Strawberry Shortcake.

So, all in all, it’s not really that different than what it was twenty five years ago; a grease and chemical-laden platter impersonating a real breakfast. Not something I’d have again given the fact there are a million greasy spoon diners that serve far superior breakfast food, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be. Basically, if you wake up drunk and need to eat somewhere within stumbling distance it’s not a terrible choice.


7/10

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This Sunday (April 1st) on SuicideGirls Radio we have a real treat for music aficionados. SG Radio host Nicole Powers (SG's Managing Editor) will be chatting with Buzz Osborne of The Melvins. He'll be delving into his personal music collection, spinning tracks from the band's new EP, The Bulls & The Bees, and giving us an exclusive preview of cuts from their forthcoming album Freak Puke.

Tune in to the world’s leading naked radio show for two hours of totally awesome tunes and extreme conversation – and don’t let yo momma listen in!

Listen to SG Radio live Sunday night from 10 PM til Midnight at: suicidegirlsradio.indie1031.com/

And follow @SG_Radio on Twitter because we like cyberstalkers.

About The Melvins

Guitarist, singer and songwriter Buzz Osborne is the founder and driving force behind seminal post punk band the Melvins, an outfit beloved by music fans that has defied definition for close to three decades.

The Melvins have just released a new EP, The Bulls & The Bees, which is free to download thanks to sponsorship from Scion. The band will be heading out on tour to support the new EP from April 11 to May 11.

Freak Puke, a new full-length album by Melvins Lite, a new incarnation of the Melvins that features Buzz, longtime drummer Dale Crover, and stand-up bassist Trevor Dunn (from Mr. Bungle, Fantomas and Tomahawk) will be unleashed on June 5.

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by Steven-Elliot Altman (SG Member: Steven_Altman)

Our Fiction Friday serialized novel, The Killswitch Review, is a futuristic murder mystery with killer sociopolitical commentary (and some of the best sex scenes we’ve ever read!). Written by bestselling sci-fi author Steven-Elliot Altman (with Diane DeKelb-Rittenhouse), it offers a terrifying postmodern vision in the tradition of Blade Runner and Brave New World...

By the year 2156, stem cell therapy has triumphed over aging and disease, extending the human lifespan indefinitely. But only for those who have achieved Conscientious Citizen Status. To combat overpopulation, the U.S. has sealed its borders, instituted compulsory contraception and a strict one child per couple policy for those who are permitted to breed, and made technology-assisted suicide readily available. But in a world where the old can remain vital forever, America’s youth have little hope of prosperity.

Jason Haggerty is an investigator for Black Buttons Inc, the government agency responsible for dispensing personal handheld Kevorkian devices, which afford the only legal form of suicide. An armed “Killswitch” monitors and records a citizen’s final moments — up to the point where they press a button and peacefully die. Post-press review agents — “button collectors” — are dispatched to review and judge these final recordings to rule out foul play.

When three teens stage an illegal public suicide, Haggerty suspects their deaths may have been murders. Now his race is on to uncover proof and prevent a nationwide epidemic of copycat suicides. Trouble is, for the first time in history, an entire generation might just decide they’re better off dead.

(Catch up with the previous installments of Killswitch – see links below – then continue reading after the jump…)



[THE KILLSWITCH REVIEW – CHAPTER TEN, PART ONE]

[PURGING THE SYSTEM]

[Previous Chapter / Next Chapter]

Regina broke away from the group of people she was talking to as Elsa half carried Haggerty out of Svoboda’s quarters. He collapsed against a nearby mobile home. Moments later Regina was kneeling at his side.

“What’s wrong with him?” she asked Elsa.

“I’m not sure,” Elsa replied. “He began to throw up as he was accessing the Indranet. He appears feverish.”

“Did you uplink with full immersion, Jason?” Regina asked.

Haggerty nodded weakly.

“He must be suffering system separation,” she told Elsa. “It hits some people harder than others.”

Older people, Haggerty guessed she meant. The ants were massing for an all-out assault.

“Come to my room.”

He held out his hand, motioning Regina back as wave after wave of nausea passed over him. He tried to stagger to his feet. Elsa and Regina helped him stand. He concentrated on breathing, suppressing his need to vomit. He finally regained his footing as they passed through the makeshift square where a dozen or so people sat watching the viewscreen.

“It’s a live feed off Indra,” Regina explained.

The split screen held two images. On one side was a teenage boy with tears streaming down his face. Beside it was a picture of a pretty young girl holding a violin. “‘I can offer nothing but my death,’” the boy read from a sheet of notepaper. “‘I choose to represent the muse in the music and the dead in the dedication. Love, Samantha.’ Those were my girlfriend’s last words. I was holding her hand while she pressed. The media doesn’t think she’s important, but I want everyone to know. She died for the cause.”

Haggerty’s stomach knotted painfully. Ants dug trenches through his neural pathways. “Let’s keep moving,” he said.

Regina shifted to accept more of his weight. She stopped before a small wooden cabin and pulled back a curtain of strung shells at the entrance. The cabin was smaller than the pairplex she shared in the city, its one modest room divided by curtains into smaller spaces with bare walls and a sand floor. She set him down on her small foam cot.

“Rest here while I make some tea. Then I want to hear all about what you experienced online.”

Haggerty sent Elsa to keep watch outside. He glanced around the room. A makeshift nightstand that looked like it was made from antique auto parts held an airboard, a remote access terminal — and a flute, of all things. How little he knew about this girl who had insinuated herself so easily into his life.

Regina ignited a burner in a partially curtained-off alcove. “It’s Valerian Root,” she said over her shoulder. “Best thing for system separation. Sedates your overstimulated neural network.”

Haggerty began to shiver. The ants were closing in for the kill. “Where’s your bathroom?” he asked.

“Behind that other curtain,” she answered. “It’s just a hole in the ground — be forewarned.”

The few short feet felt like yards. He managed to drag himself through the curtain. His stomach wrenched at the sight of the hole in the floor. He leaned back, watching Regina prepare his tea through the curtain. He reached in his cargo pants for the white unit, staring at it. If he pressed again, the unit would empty, perhaps leaving only traces of evidence behind. Would it be enough to make the case? Could he justify leaving nothing but trace evidence when he had a full sample, far more useful, far more persuasive, in his hands?

But could he risk the erosion of his own ability to concentrate, to reason, that craving the drug would bring?

Haggerty watched in dull horror as his trembling finger reached for the button. He’d sworn to himself he wouldn’t. He’d sworn on his son’s grave. But he couldn’t seem to stop himself. How many lives were at stake if he failed to make his case because of insufficient evidence? Or would the failure to clear his mind be what put them at risk?

And then it didn’t matter, because his finger was on the button and even though he told himself he wouldn’t, couldn’t, even as he recoiled at the betrayal . . . he pressed. The reader clicked up to “7” as the box emptied.

Ecstasy rocketed through his system; he bit his hand to stifle a scream. The pleasure went on and on, sweeping away the ants.

“Jason, are you all right in there?” Regina’s voice called from a great distance.

A jangle of strung shells as the curtain jerked back. Haggerty reached out with the hand that held the white unit, his eyes glazed and pupils enlarged, his slack mouth contorted in a foolish grin.

Regina slapped it away. “How could you!” she said fiercely. “And here in my space!” She flung herself onto the cot.

“You don’t understand. I was forced to take it and now I’m sick and weak. I can’t concentrate without it. I held out as long as I could but I need it to function.”

“What’s in that box killed my brother,” she sobbed. “Now you’re going to die too. Why do I have to lose everybody?”

Haggerty sat beside her and took her hands. “Listen, Regina . . . Dawn. I know what it’s like to lose someone you love.”

“But it’s my fault. If I hadn’t brought Sunset here, he’d never have met Max. He never would have pressed.”

“You have survivor’s guilt, Regina,” he said.

She wiped the tears roughly from her face. “What are you, some kind of psychologist?”

“I’m a fellow survivor,” he whispered. “Because of me my son, my mother, and my wife are dead.” The drug sent him reeling off the cot onto the floor.

Regina knelt by his side, concern written on her face.

“Two years ago I was promoted to the highest rank and got a sizable raise,” he said. “I bought Lorraine the new suite of furniture she’d been wanting and a week at a spa resort, bought my son that huge viewscreen, got myself an expensive sportscar. Figured I’d earned it. I thought I’d take my mom and son out for a spin. Lorraine wasn’t getting back from the spa until later that afternoon. Dad was golfing. It didn’t matter. I could show off for them later. Mom didn’t want to go but I insisted. I’d had a few drinks and a dose of Sky, and flipped the controls over to manual. I bragged about buying another one for Dad but Mom said he didn’t need it.

“‘Buy one for me!’ Josh said, and we all laughed.

“‘Don’t think so, sport,’ I told him. ‘Do you want to give her a spin?’

“Mom thought it was a bad idea. I reminded her that Josh had his license and we changed places. Autodrive would have handled it fine but I was so wasted, I let my son have manual control.

“Josh breezed around a slotted car that was moving too slow for his taste. He swerved a hair, maybe an inch or so, over the line and into the opposite lane of traffic. The car’s internal warning sounded — scaring Josh. He jerked the yoke, sending the car reeling across the lane to the guardrail. Then the car leaped and flipped . . .”

The sounds of broken glass and grating steel reverberated in his overstimulated head.

“When I told Lorraine, she just walked into our bedroom. By the time I got there, she’d already pressed. Dad said it was an accident but he couldn’t live without Mom. I watched him try for a year — until the anniversary. He couldn’t pretend anymore. He went out into the desert and killed himself with an antique shotgun. He’d come to despise the black box as the easy way out. I found him at our cabin. BBI helped me cover up his illegal suicide. In the end I’d killed them all.”

“Oh, Jason,” she said softly, “I’m so sorry. That’s why you wanted to press, isn’t it?”

“You still think I don’t grok what you’re going through?” Hot tears coated his cheeks.

She took his face in her hands and kissed him softly, deeply.

Haggerty began shaking. He pulled back, his face ashen. His heart pounded in his chest. His throat went dry. His stomach spasmed. He began heaving.

“Jason, what’s wrong?” Regina asked.

He gripped his shoulders, tumbled backward, and convulsed in the sand.

“Elsa!” Regina yelled frantically. “We’ve got to get Jason to the infirmary!”

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Excerpt from The Killswitch Review, published by Yard Dog Press. Copyright 2011 Steven-Elliot Altman.

Steven-Elliot Altman is a bestselling author, screenwriter, and videogame developer. He won multiple awards for his online role playing game, 9Dragons. His novels include Captain America is Dead, Zen in the Art of Slaying Vampires, Batman: Fear Itself, Batman: Infinite Mirror, The Killswitch Review, The Irregulars, and Deprivers. His writing has been compared to that of Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Michael Crichton and Philip K. Dick, and he has collaborated with world class writers such as Neil Gaiman, Michael Reaves, Harry Turtledove and Dr. Janet Asimov. He’s also the editor of the critically acclaimed anthology The Touch, and a contributor to Shadows Over Baker Street, a Hugo Award winning anthology of Sherlock Holmes meets H.P. Lovecraft stories.

Steven also bares ink on his body, and is bi, as in bi-coastal, between NYC and LA. He’s currently hard at work writing and directing his latest videogame Cursed Love, an online free to play gothic horror RPG from Dark Hermit Studios, set in Victorian London. Think Sherlock Holmes, Jack The Ripper and Dorian Gray mercilessly exploit the cast of Twilight. Friend Cursed Love (Official Closed Beta) on facebook and you can have fun playing out this tawdry, tragic romance with Steven while the game is being beta tested!

Diane DeKelb-Rittehouse spent several years in Manhattan as an actress before marrying her college sweetheart and returning to the Philadelphia area where she had been born. Diane first worked with Steven-Elliot Altman when they created the acclaimed, Publisher’s Weekly Starred-Review anthology The Touch: Epidemic of the Millennium, in which her story “Gifted” appeared. Diane has published a number of critically acclaimed short stories, most notably in the science fiction, murder, and horror genres. Her young adult fantasy novel, Fareie Rings: The Book of Forests, is now available in stores or online.

Interested in buying a printed copy of The Killswitch Review? Well, Steve’s publisher Yard Dog Press was kind enough to put up a special page where SuicideGirls can get a special discount and watch a sexy trailer. Just follow this link to KillswitchReview.com and click on the SG logo.

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Artist / SG Member Name: My real name is Gary Mike, and my SG member name is Guss1470. Guss is just a name I like and used while online but I am starting to use my real name more often.



Mission Statement: For my art I really don't have one. I just like to draw and find out what I can do. The first and main purpose for my art is my own enjoyment, challenge, and to see people enjoy my work. I want to see if I can do it. I like to try different styles just to see if I can.



Medium: Well anything I can get my hands on. I think anything can be a medium but the main one I use is pencil and pen. With my computer it’s a Bamboo and Photoshop. I draw my art on paper first then scan, touch up or trace in Photoshop then color. In the past I have worked with watercolor, color pencil, acrylic, chalk, and clay. I even thought of buying a load of makeup from Mary Kay just to play with skin tones in my art.



Aesthetic: I really don't know. I like sketchy style, clean style. It's like the question "who is your favorite band" – it just depends on your mood, what your doing, and how your feeling.



Notable Achievements: I think just making people smile with my art. I really am not aiming for anything when I do my art except to challenge myself and make you smile.



Why We Should Care: Not to sound mean, but you don't have to. If no one cared about my art I still would be doing the same thing. I have been doing this since I was 3 or 4 and this is what I do for fun. I don't know any other way. I don't consider my work special. I draw all the time and throw away my sketches and finished work cause I can do it again. I have given away sketch books to friends, my ex, and to random people because I'm done with them and have no reason to keep them. I think it’s the people that see my art that consider it special so the question goes to you: Why do you like my art???



I Want Me Some: I don't do contests, I don't sell my art, I have no political agenda. If you want me to draw something I'll do it for free. If I have time, all you have to do is ask. You can also check out my work on DeviantArt.













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by A.J. Focht

A new Avengers trailer promoting the IMAX 3D showings is out. A batch of behind-the-scenes photos have been released as well. The Avengers is only about a month out, but we’ve got some reassurance the group's adventures won’t end then. Black Widow has been confirmed for Iron Man 3, so we know there will still be cross overs amongst The Avengers team.

Despite the poor performance of The Green Lantern, Warner Bros. hasn’t given up on making a movie for The Flash. The company is finalizing their marketing strategy for the DC heroes, but Flash is apparently high on the list. There will likely be more information about upcoming DC hero films after the release of The Dark Knight Rises.

During the Empire Awards, Michael Fassbender (Magneto) and James McAvoy (Xavier) took a moment to discuss the upcoming sequel to X-Men: First Class. While McAvoy seems to be out of the loop, Fassbender expects the film to start shooting soon.

The superhero movies this summer will have their work cut out to compete in a market where The Hunger Games made box-office history with the third largest opening weekend, taking the spot from Spider-Man 3 and falling just short of The Dark Knight. Hunger Games opened at $155 million in the Spring season and is the first movie in a trilogy. Most movies that make that kind of money are usually sequels released during the summer, so it has set the bar extremely high for movies like The Avengers, The Dark Knight Rises, and Amazing Spider-Man.

The upcoming RoboCop remake will be less robot and more cop, well more human at least. Joel Kinnaman, who has been chosen to play RoboCop, suggests the costume will be little more than an exaggerated sci-fi cop costume. This goes along with some of the new ideas that director Jose Padhila has suggested that concern new breakthroughs in neuroscience.

While some try respect the history of the works they are remaking, others seem to go out of their way to upset the apple cart. After fan outrage at Michael Bay's announcement that the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles would now be aliens, the director did some damage control suggesting that could mean as little as "the ooze was from space." Now there is a fear that they won’t be teenager as the movie's name has been changed to Ninja Turtles. This doesn’t mean they won’t be teenagers, but it has caused some concern.

Terra Nova’s last hope, Netflix, won’t be saving them after all. Talks concerning Netflix's attempt to pick up the show for a second season have fallen through. Netflix is however still considering picking up The River for a second season. In future, you can expect to see online networks like Hulu and Netflix pick up an increasing number of popular cancelled shows as they work on building up their own programming schedule.

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by Tita Suicide

Ingredients:

• 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour*


• 1 cup sugar


• 1/4 cup baking cocoa


• 1 teaspoon baking soda


• 1/2 teaspoon salt


• 1/3 cup vegetable oil


• 1 teaspoon white or cider vinegar


• 1/2 teaspoon vanilla


• 1 cup cold water

*I often substitute wheat-free flour in this recipe, and it comes out just as nicely!


Directions:

1. Heat oven to 350 degrees.

2. Grease bottom and side of 9-inch round pan or 8-inch square pan with shortening; lightly flour.

3. In a medium bowl, mix flour, sugar, cocoa, baking soda and salt. In a small bowl, stir oil, vinegar and vanilla until well mixed. Vigorously stir oil mixture and oil into flour mixture about 1 minute or until well blended. Immediately pour into pan.

4. Bake 30 to 35 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool 15 minutes.

5. Top / decorate as desired.

6. As prepared (without frosting), each serving contains 230 calories, 10g total fat, 0mg cholesterol, 310mg sodium, 37g total carbohydrate and 3g protein.


If you’re in the Seattle area this weekend you can experience more of Tita Suicide’s hospitality at Lo-Fi on April 1st at the SuicideGirls Take The Northwest soiree to mark the closing night of Emerald City Comic Con. Full details can be found here.



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by Damon Martin

Veteran actor Michael Rooker has starred in dozens of films including Tombstone and the cult hit Mallrats, as well as making several guest appearances on TV in shows like Chuck and Criminal Minds. What Rooker has been best known as lately is the redneck knife wielding and now armless badass Merle Dixon on The Walking Dead.

Rooker was a regular on Season 1 of the popular AMC series, and made a brief appearance in a dream sequence during Season 2, but with his character's current whereabouts unknown, is there a Merle Dixon sighting coming in Season 3?

Check out our interview with Michael Rooker in wich he reveals if Merle Dixon will be back when The Walking Dead returns in October.

Damon Martin: First before we get to anything else, it's the question that's on everybody's mind. Are we going to see Merle in season 3?

Michael Rooker: You going to see more Merle than maybe you ever wanted to see.

DM: During Season 2 you had a fantastic appearance alongside Norman Reedus (Daryl Dixon). What was it like being back on the show and did you have fun going back for that dream sequence?

MR: I was totally stoked. As soon as I walked on set, everyone was like 'Merle is back'. They're big fans of Merle as well, so when we got a chance to do the scene – Norman and I are good friends – and really when you think about it out of the first season and the second season, that's the only time we ever interacted on camera before, so it was awesome. I had a great time. It was tough love. It's big brother motivating little brother, motivating him to save his own life and sometimes you've got to be tough with people like that.

DM: We're all excited you're coming back for Season 3, but one of the interactions I always wanted to see was between Shane and Merle, but now Shane's gone.

MR: Isn't that a bitch? I was hoping they'd save Shane for me, but it didn't happen and that's just the way it is. I'm letting people know I'm coming back, Robert Kirkman (executive producer/creator) says I'm coming back, as a matter of fact Norman Reedus has stated in several interviews that his big brother is coming back.

DM: I think everybody knew when The Walking Dead came out that it had a chance to be a huge show, but it really has become a cultural phenomenon.

MR: Dude, it's killer and it's so amazing and I'm pretty damn honored to be involved with a group of actors, directors and producers and all these guys. I'm having a great time. Even playing the cat-and-mouse thing over this past season in my interviews, I can't really say anything, so I've gotten really good at talking for an hour without saying a damn word and giving anything away.

DM: I know you weren't directly involved in all of Season 2, but I know you watch the show. What did you think of the movement of the storyline this year?

MR: I enjoyed it because I like the fact that we get to know these people, almost too well. We know them so well that it's going to really hurt when even the ones that we don't like that much get eaten, whatever. It happens, it's a post apocalyptic zombie world, we humans can get eaten, we're not the head of the food chain anymore.

DM: So this is kind of a two-part question. Online everyone was asking when is Merle going to come back? Is Merle the Governor, the character coming up in Season 3? And now we know that you are coming back, the speculation continues to run. What does that mean to you as an actor to see the fan outpouring for your return, and can you give us any spoilers about what Merle will be doing in Season 3?

MR: No spoilers coming from this mouth, but I've got to tell you, the fan base is phenomenal. Even from Season 1 when I first appeared, there were fans that jumped on the bandwagon for Michael Rooker and Merle Dixon, and the Dixon brothers overall. We have several online groups, the Dixon's Vixens, the Rooker-holics, Rooker Nation, I mean you can get Rooker'd online now. It's very cool and I really, truly appreciate it.

DM: Season 3 starts filming in May and I've got to ask how excited are you to be back as a regular cast member? I know that so many people that have left have said how hard it was because The Walking Dead cast and crew is like a family, but that's a huge dynamic of this show – no one's safe.

MR: It's good that no one's safe. I don't want to be safe. I think not being safe makes you hungry and makes you fight more. I love everybody there. This is the first real show that I've been involved with. I did another one called Thief, we did six episodes, but I hardly ever worked with all the other actors. This time round we hang out, we live in a similar area so we go have coffee, and chill out and talk, so it is a good family atmosphere.

DM: Now that Season 2 is over we can all just get that much more excited for Season 3 of The Walking Dead when Merle walks back onto the canvas. I think everybody is super excited for what's coming next.

MR: It's gonna be awesome. Right on brother, we're going to have a damn good time.

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Come party with SuicideGirls at Lo-Fi on April Fool's Day. Tita, Bella, and Rydell Suicide will be hosting a special SG soiree to mark the closing night of Emerald City Comic Con. They’ll be playing all the SG movies while DJ Jay Battle spins local and old school hip-hop till last call. A guest performance by Seattle's own Mello Drama will be the backdrop for a crazy evening with Suicide Girls from all over the world. Come one. Come all. Because the con only happens once a year! Come support local music and a few of your fave painted ladies!

Where: Lo-Fi, 429 Eastlake Avenue, East Seattle, WA
When: Sunday April 1st, 2012 – 8 PM til 1 AM
Entry: $5 before 10 PM / $7 after / 21 & over.
Advance Tix: brownpapertickets.com/event/235985
Info: facebook.com/events/284689248268082/

Tweetup: Tweet and post Twitpics / Instagrams using the #SGTAKESTHENW hashtag and we’ll include our favorite comments and pix from the night in a special post party wrap up here on the blog. And be sure to follow Tita (@Cupcakedujour), Bella (@Bella_Suicide), Rydell (@BooMockingbird), and Aadie (@AadieLee) for the latest on SuicideGirls Take The Northwest!

SuicideGirls Take The NorthWest Membership & VIP Special: If you buy a membership – which will be available at a very special $30 / 1 year price! – on the door at Lo-FI, you’ll get into the SG night for $5 even after 10 PM AND preferred VIP access (ie. no waiting in line).

by Nahp Suicide


[Above: Zoetica]

Zoetica is a photographer, painter, the proprietress of the popular art and style blog Biorequiem, a co-founder of Coilhouse Magazine, and an occasional cosmonomad. She hails from Moscow, but resides in Los Angeles, California. She has been a photographer for SuicideGirls since 2006, and has shot more than 100 sets for the site.

How did you first get involved with SuicideGirls?

Fractal (a friend of a friend at the time, now a good friend of mine), had scouted me to model. I explained that I was actually in search of a steady job at the time, and she suggested I come in to interview for an intern position. I quickly became a design assistant and, eventually, Sean suggested I try my hand at shooting sets. For a time I also worked as the SG photography coordinator, style technician and in-house photo-editor.



What's your background photography-wise?

I'm self-taught, having taken photos obsessively my entire life. Before digital, I took cheap little film cameras everywhere - and have seven scrapbooky photo albums to prove it! 




[Georgia in Pirates Cove]

What was the first photo you had published?

I honestly don't remember. Probably something in one of my schools' yearbooks or something in a zine.



How would you describe your style?

Obsessive. When I work with SGs, I often ask them to hold a pose for several minutes at a time, while I capture every nuance.
 In my other work, this is true as well. I look at every detail, search for secret spaces and details, whether I'm shooting a portrait, an editorial, a forest, or a steaming breakfast plate (I love food photography – I even break out a macro lens for that sometimes!). My goal is to capture the feeling of the moment, the texture, the energy. The smell, too, if possible. 



What gear do you use?

Generally, I keep it simple: Canon 5D and a 35 1:4 lens, available light only.





[Adria in Soft As Snow]

How important is Photoshop in your final images?

It depends entirely on the image and the mood I'm after that day. For SG, I tend to stick with minimal retouching and color correction for the most part, but some sets call for a more stylized approach. 



What gives you ideas and inspires you to create such amazing sets?

I feed my brain as much as time allows – good input yields good output.





[Radeo in Prisoner]

What is your favorite image?

It has to be this one (see above) of Radeo, from our set called, Prisoner.

Tell us why it's your fave and how you achieved it?

I think it still might be my favorite set of mine. There was almost no light aside from a far-away overhead fixture, and it worked out perfectly in helping us create the foreboding atmosphere we had in mind.



Is there anybody or anything you would love to photograph that you haven't?

No - I want to shoot everything, all the time. Like I said – I’m obsessive!


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[Annika in Classica]


[Amina in Memento]


[Fractal in Heaven In Black]

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by SG's Team Agony feat. Rydell

Let us answer life's questions - because great advice is even better when it comes from SuicideGirls.


[Rydell in Changing Seasons]

Q: I have been with my boyfriend for about three years, and to my face he seems sweet. However on the internet he ignores me and has no problem talking to sluts. I tried stooping to their level, but then he gave me shit for the smallest bit of cleavage! My next plan is to add and talk to hot shirtless men, but I don’t know if that's the right plan. What can I do just for him to 'like' a photo or 'comment' on a status update?

A: Ok where to start with this...Firstly, if he is sweet to your face that’s great, but when he is not around you, including the internet he isn't? Doesn’t that seem like a bright blinking red flag to you? If he isn't acting how you expect a boyfriend to act then TALK TO HIM! I have said this I think in every question I have answered for SG’s Got Problems? column. We as people need to learn to talk to each other and not just be silent and think people are mind readers.

You have a voice, use it and express yourself. Be heard! Stop changing how you think you should be and just be you. You don’t need to change who you are, how you are, unless it is to better yourself. Don’t stoop to your boyfriend’s level with the plan you outlined. It’ll just come off as juvenile and desperate. Be yourself, be proud of who you are, and if he doesn't appreciate you and doesn’t fit in with that lifestyle, there is always a man who will.

Secondly, stop placing your self worth and self esteem on how many Facebook comments and likes you have from others on a social media network. In the grand scope of things does that really matter? I mean it's FACEBOOK!

All I can say is voice your concerns. If they fall on deaf ears, then you need to man up and either settle for mediocrity in your love life, or go out and find someone better suited for what you need in life.

Rydell

***

Got Problems? Let SuicideGirls’ team of Agony Aunts provide solutions. Email questions to: gotproblems@suicidegirls.com

Where Is The Physician Outrage?

by An Anonymous Doctor

Right. Here.

I’m speaking, of course, about the required-transvaginal-ultrasound thing that seems to be the flavor-of-the-month in politics.

I do not care what your personal politics are. I think we can all agree that my right to swing my fist ends where your face begins.

I do not feel that it is reactionary or even inaccurate to describe an unwanted, non-indicated transvaginal ultrasound as “rape”. If I insert ANY object into ANY orifice without informed consent, it is rape. And coercion of any kind negates consent, informed or otherwise.

In all of the discussion and all of the outrage and all of the Doonesbury comics, I find it interesting that we physicians are relatively silent.

After all, it’s our hands that will supposedly be used to insert medical equipment (tools of HEALING, for the sake of all that is good and holy) into the vaginas of coerced women.

Fellow physicians, once again we are being used as tools to screw people over. This time, it’s the politicians who want to use us to implement their morally reprehensible legislation.

They want to use our ultrasound machines to invade women’s bodies, and they want our hands to be at the controls. Coerced and invaded women, you have a problem with that? Blame us evil doctors. We are such deliciously silent scapegoats.

It is our responsibility, as always, to protect our patients from things that would harm them. Therefore, as physicians, it is our duty to refuse to perform a medical procedure that is not medically indicated. Any medical procedure. Whatever the pseudo-justification.

It’s time for a little old-fashioned civil disobedience.
Here are a few steps we can take as physicians to protect our patients from legislation such as this.

1. Just don’t comply. No matter how much our autonomy as physicians has been eroded, we still have control of what our hands do and do not do with a transvaginal ultrasound wand. If this legislation is completely ignored by the people who are supposed to implement it, it will soon be worth less than the paper it is written on.

2. Reinforce patient autonomy. It does not matter what a politician says. A woman is in charge of determining what does and what does not go into her body. If she WANTS a transvaginal ultrasound, fine. If it’s medically indicated, fine… have that discussion with her. We have informed consent for a reason. If she has to be forced to get a transvaginal ultrasound through coercion or overly impassioned argument or implied threats of withdrawal of care, that is NOT FINE.

Our position is to recommend medically-indicated tests and treatments that have a favorable benefit-to-harm ratio… and it is up to the patient to decide what she will and will not allow. Period. Politicians do not have any role in this process. NO ONE has a role in this process but the patient and her physician. If anyone tries to get in the way of that, it is our duty to run interference.

3. If you are forced to document a non-indicated transvaginal ultrasound because of this legislation, document that the patient refused the procedure or that it was not medically indicated. (Because both of those are true.) Hell, document that you attempted but the patient kicked you in the nose, if you have to.

4. If you are forced to enter an image of the ultrasound itself into the patient chart, ultrasound the bedsheets and enter that picture with a comment of “poor acoustic window”. If you’re really gutsy, enter a comment of “poor acoustic window…plus, I’m not a rapist.” (I was going to propose repeatedly entering a single identical image in affected patient’s charts nationwide, as a recognizable visual protest…but I don’t have an ultrasound image that I own to the point that I could offer it for that purpose.)

5. Do anything else you can think of to protect your patients and the integrity of the medical profession. IN THAT ORDER. We already know how vulnerable patients can be; we invisibly protect them on a daily basis from all kinds of dangers inside and outside of the hospital. Their safety is our responsibility, and we practically kill ourselves to ensure it at all costs. But it’s also our responsibility to guard the practice of medicine from people who would hijack our tools of healing for their own political or monetary gain.

In recent years, we have been abject failures in this responsibility, and untold numbers of people have gleefully taken advantage of that. Silently allowing a politician to manipulate our medical decision-making for the purposes of an ideological goal erodes any tiny scrap of trust we might have left.

It comes down to this: When the community has failed a patient by voting an ideologue into office…When the ideologue has failed the patient by writing legislation in his own interest instead of in the patient’s…When the legislative system has failed the patient by allowing the legislation to be considered… When the government has failed the patient by allowing something like this to be signed into law… We as physicians cannot and must not fail our patients by ducking our heads and meekly doing as we’re told.

Because we are their last line of defense.


Reprinted with the kind permission of John Scalzi at Whatever.scalzi.com.

by Zach Roberts

My head hurts.

Three months after my arrest during an Occupy Wall St. protest on December 17 (see #D17 post) and two days before my meeting with the Assistant DA about said arrest - I got beaten just outside of Zuccotti Park. I wasn't the only one, and I have no doubt I won't be the last. Unlike the #D17 protest, this time I had press credentials. It still didn't matter.

The NYPD has complete authority in this town - I hate using the word police state, but when I saw a girl (23-year old Cecily McMillan) thrown from a bus, in handcuffs having a seizure, tossed to the ground - I really am at a loss for any other words.

Six months ago, I was standing by the Wall Street Bull talking with journalist Allison Kilkenny complaining that this 'Occupy Wall Street thing’ wasn't going to last. I mean they were doing yoga in the park. It made for some great photos, but not the best images for the start of a serious movement. Now, six months later, I’m standing on the top of Zuccotti Park looking down at over 500 protestors as they started stringing up a bright yellow banner that reads "OCCUPY WALL ST."

Well, fuck. I was wrong. Never happier to be so.

The past six months, I've been thrown in front of a moving police car, threatened with arrest, told to go fuck off by police, threatened by black bloc and then arrested, thrown in jail and charged with criminal trespassing.

After ten years of covering well organized protests by the corporate entities of Moveon.org and UFJP - a rag tag group of kids called Occupy Wall St. has made me lose my cynicism. Maybe one day I'll sit down and write about how it changed me as a journalist, a photographer and as a person who gives a shit, but those things are meant to be written about long after the movement is dead. OWS is alive and well.

But the “law enforcement” that transpired as crowd gathered at Zuccotti Park on the evening of Saturday March 17 – a significant date since it marked the six month anniversary of the start of the movement’s flagship Wall Street- adjacent occupation – was different even from that of December 17 (the NYPD aren’t big on anniversaries it seems!).

This was pure fucking brutality. And it was all started by a fucking bagpipe troupe. Man, I wish I was kidding.



Out of the blue a goddamn bagpipe troupe appears at the bottom of the park, to be exact, a French bagpipe troupe from Brittany. (Yeah, I know, WTF?) The moment we see this – we all converge them – the photographers (of course) leading the way. But it seems that the police were already on to the sneaky terrorist bagpipers and had tried to put a stop to their activities. According to one officer that I asked, they objected to the rather competent public bagpipe playing due to some unspecified and vague "safety concern." Well, like most things at OWS – the NYPD made it a safety concern – ripping the lead bagpipers bagpipe from his hands and breaking it.

The kid whose pipe got broke, no more than 19-years old, ran away from the crowd distraught and afraid. He had no fucking clue what was happening – he didn't speak English. The police decided not to let it rest and continued to try to push the troupe out of the park, nicer than they would with OWS, but still with a heartlessness that only seems to live in the chest of the NYPD.





Then suddenly, fellow shooter CS Muncy and I turn around at the same moment to see what the plan was. The police were coming in from the other side of the park – barricades were being brought in and dozens of officers were preparing to descend. Protestors who’d been preparing all night for this eventuality were ready though, and looking for a fight. And by "looking for a fight" I mean they were peacefully sitting down, arms locked in the middle of the park singing and chanting, clearly, asking for a beating. And that's what many of them got.



A dozen of so of the more enterprising and courageous occupiers had rolled out their secret weapon, orange netting with #OWS printed on it. They were prepared to kettle themselves. This sly mocking of police tactics commonly used against occupiers seemed to arouse contempt and the jack booted thugs moved forward en masse, batons in hand. They were going to have this park cleared for their corporate betters; the owners of Zuccotti Park, Brookfield Asset Management, had sent them their orders.







The park must be cleaned. Yes, it must be cleaned on St. Patrick’s Day in the dark. No doubt an annual tradition. (Many an online wag noted that if the protesters had been puking drunk, brawling, and wearing green, the police would have let them stay all night.)

Technically still out on my own recognizance from my previous arrest, my plan was to not do anything stupid. Well, that was before my fight or flight adrenaline started to kick in. If you follow me on twitter (@zdroberts) you know nine times out of ten I put my head down and rush in, camera in hand.

This small park made of marble and brick, once named Liberty, which has become a symbol for free speech amongst the occupiers and amongst many of us in the press, once again became “Zuccotti.” From here, it’s all down hill.

The occupiers scattered, the now zip-tied protestors who refused to leave or failed to escape laid face down on the cold brick, waiting to be dragged, walked or carried towards the top of the square where an MTA bus was waiting to carry them away (which puts a whole new spin on the phrase ‘public transit’). It would be a while before it departed though. More than enough time for those on board to see more abject cruelty and disdain on behalf of the NYPD for the pain of the arrested protestors.

I saw a protestor, no more than 115 pounds picked up by two cops and chucked face down into a pile of other arrestees – she was 4 feet in the air when they launched her. I saw two officers, one female, pick up a metal barricade and slam it into a crowd of people that included protestors, myself and The Guardian’s Laurie Penny (a.k.a. @PennyRed). The female officer seemed to have it in for Penny. I saw several protesters who dared to stand up, quickly tackled and kneed in the back – many of them women half the size of the officers kneeling on their spines.

I saw a girl all in green tossed then dropped out of the doorway of the bus that they’d tried to place her on until she started having a seizure. Cameras and livestreamers documented it. Here's one of the photos I took:







I can tell you from being there that there wasn't a single police officer with a look of concern on their face as she continued having a seizure on the cold pavement of Broadway. It took 15 minutes for a ambulance to arrive. I'm told 5 minutes is the usual response time in this part of town.

Sometimes I forget, this is Commissioner Ray Kelly's city, we’re just tenants here. There was no ambulance needed for me. I was lucky… or maybe just stupid.

After the second cleansing of Zuccotti Park (see my previous report of the first), the police continued their pushback under the guise of 'safety concerns' – basically a standard fallback excuse / tactic to keep protesters and journalists from being allowed to witness brutality and arrests, which also provides the NYPD with a premise (however flimsy) to disperse a law abiding crowd from places they should be within their rights to gather.





It works quite well, that is until it doesn't. The thing is, when you're pushing back with billy clubs and metal barricades, sometimes people can't move back quick enough. Or sometimes, people refuse to move from a public sidewalk. Well as a photographer, I get caught in the middle quite often – usually I'm deft enough to get out of the way – this time I wasn't.

I fell back, and while trying to get up there was another push from the police. They saw me fall, mind you. Just didn't care.

Two or three people made it over me without falling as well, using me as their sidewalk (they didn't have any other choice). Then came the rush and four or five people fell on top of me. The police kept pushing. Then came the batons. I couldn't see if the people that were on top of me previously got hit at all, but I certainly did – twice to the back and once on the head.

I'm not quite sure what the logic is of literally beating a man when he's down. But once he saw that his baton beating wasn't getting me going he decided to try to pick me up by my hair. That didn't work either – but by then I was up enough to get my footing under me as I continued screaming "PRESS!!! PRESS!!!" That was enough to get the beating to stop – but I still was pushed/thrown back into the crowd, again almost losing my footing as I had to leap over a pile of garbage into the street. Being in the street was of course a crime itself, so I was once again thrown back on the sidewalk.

Press tags nearly torn off, bag strap messed up, I staggered out of the crowd towards the stoop of a building (somewhat ironically a Starbucks). Checking my bag and camera for any serious damage and not finding any, I then looked over myself. No visible bruises, it seemed to be a miracle I came out somehow unscathed. It wasn’t until I got back to the office that I found the growing welt on the side of my head like some Looney Toons character that had just been hit by an anvil.

Once I caught my breath, I called my office, reported in, told them what happened. My boss, investigative journalist Greg Palast, and his chief investigatrix Badpenny tried to get me to come in and file the photos. I told them, no, I had to see this out to the end. I was pissed and I wasn’t going to let them get away with anything else; it was nearing the time when the press goes home to file before the papers are put to bed, a phenomenon the NYPD is all to familiar with since they know at this point any action is done out of the glare of the bulk of the mainstream media. Also I knew that the occupiers wouldn’t let this rest, this night wasn’t over just because they lost the park.



This is New York City, there are many parks – Union Square in fact was only a quick 20 blocks away. It was 3 AM, the weather was nice, the streets were clear from traffic and the cops were busy elsewhere. Perfect time for a run straight up Broadway. And so we did running on the sidewalk and running in the street.

“WHO’S STREET??!!! OUR STREET!!! OFF THE SIDEWALKS AND INTO THE STREET!!!”

NEXT: The taking of Union Square...and how I nearly got killed by the OWS Library.



Zach D Roberts is a photo-journalist for SuicideGirls.com, TheMudFlats.net and for GregPalast.com. He is currently working on a photo-essay book with an intro by Greg Palast which can be pre-ordered here which compiles the photos/stories seen on SuicideGirls, TheMudflats, GregPalast.com - and much more.

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by Steven-Elliot Altman (SG Member: Steven_Altman)

Our Fiction Friday serialized novel, The Killswitch Review, is a futuristic murder mystery with killer sociopolitical commentary (and some of the best sex scenes we’ve ever read!). Written by bestselling sci-fi author Steven-Elliot Altman (with Diane DeKelb-Rittenhouse), it offers a terrifying postmodern vision in the tradition of Blade Runner and Brave New World...

By the year 2156, stem cell therapy has triumphed over aging and disease, extending the human lifespan indefinitely. But only for those who have achieved Conscientious Citizen Status. To combat overpopulation, the U.S. has sealed its borders, instituted compulsory contraception and a strict one child per couple policy for those who are permitted to breed, and made technology-assisted suicide readily available. But in a world where the old can remain vital forever, America’s youth have little hope of prosperity.

Jason Haggerty is an investigator for Black Buttons Inc, the government agency responsible for dispensing personal handheld Kevorkian devices, which afford the only legal form of suicide. An armed “Killswitch” monitors and records a citizen’s final moments — up to the point where they press a button and peacefully die. Post-press review agents — “button collectors” — are dispatched to review and judge these final recordings to rule out foul play.

When three teens stage an illegal public suicide, Haggerty suspects their deaths may have been murders. Now his race is on to uncover proof and prevent a nationwide epidemic of copycat suicides. Trouble is, for the first time in history, an entire generation might just decide they’re better off dead.

(Catch up with the previous installments of Killswitch – see links below – then continue reading after the jump…)



[THE KILLSWITCH REVIEW – CHAPTER NINE, PART FIVE]

[GHOSTS IN THE MACHINE]

[Previous Chapter / Next Chapter]

Haggerty grimaced. He had no desire to interface with the Indranet, but understanding the Indran “prophecy” was his best hope for finding something that would persuade Svoboda to help him stop the looming disaster.

“Is it like Regina’s rig? The one we used —”

“That was nerve impulse transfer. This is EEG.”

“Will it impair my thinking?”

“No,” Svoboda said. “It’s like linking, with the addition of visual.” He adhered the cold metal disks to Haggerty’s temples. “Close your eyes. It will be too confusing if they’re open.”

* * *

A jolt of connectivity, an explosion of cognition. Haggerty entered a realm of light. He was sitting on the jutting lip of a stone fountain in a crowded plaza amid thousands of dark-skinned Indrans, their tektronic implants flashing as they scuttled past him. Haggerty assumed it was a simulation of somewhere in India. He ran his finger against the crude stone; the rough surface abraded his skin. He examined his thumb, pleased that the ants had abated. This was beyond virtual reality, unlike any Net interface he’d ever experienced. This was total immersion.

A young boy scampered barefoot across the dusty ground to him, his dark eyes fixing Haggerty with a haunted stare. Haggerty took in the ragged shorts held up by a belt of frayed rope and the boy’s thin frame and scabbed knees, the cyberoptic pulsations in his transparent skullcap.

“Parsing,” the boy said. “New User detected. Do you grant and accept full reciprocal access?”

“Yes,” Haggerty said.

“Authenticating . . . initiating feed.”

The world shimmered. Haggerty was sitting on a rock in the desert, the sky a predawn array of vibrant color. The boy was gone, though Haggerty sensed his presence. A group of extraordinary beings materialized in a semicircle before him.

“Choose your avatar,” the boy’s voice said.

Avatars — guides and searchers manifesting as religious icons. Haggerty considered them one by one. He recognized Jesus, Buddha, and Mohammed. Some seemed familiar but he couldn’t quite name them. A matronly woman in voluminous robes smiled gently and revealed wordlessly, I am the Great Mother. Ganesh, roared a giant with an elephant’s head. A green-skinned woman with a half-dozen arms whispered Tara.

“Please choose your avatar,” the boy’s voice repeated.

Haggerty extended a hand to Jesus.

“Scanning . . . ,” the boy’s voice came again. “You are not authorized to interface with Christ consciousness.”

Haggerty was surprised. One of his great-grandfathers had been an Episcopalian minister. What would he have made of Christ’s rejection of his great-grandson?

The boy intuited Haggerty’s thoughts. “Not rejection. This is a matter of linguistic symbolism, not theology. May we determine a compatible avatar?”

“Anything to move things along,” Haggerty said.

“Scanning . . . initiating interface . . .”

All but one of the figures dissolved, an emaciated, sienna-skinned man in a loincloth and toga-like sash and sandals, who walked with the aid of a staff. Haggerty recognized his wide toothless smile, steel-rimmed spectacles, mustache, and bald forehead from numerous holoreps.

“Greetings, Mr. Haggerty,” he said jovially. “My name is Mohandas Gandhi. I’ll be your guide.”

“A pleasure,” Haggerty said.

Gandhi sat down on a nearby rock and regarded him. “You appear to be suffering grave chemical addiction,” he said.

“How can you tell?” Haggerty asked.

“You granted full access,” Gandhi said. “I see not only your current physical feedback but your entire data history as well. Every log-on, keystroke, purchase, or report you have ever made. Any entry made regarding you, on any database, throughout your life.”

Gandhi blinked rapidly; Haggerty’s eyes allowed in a slit of light from the real world and for a moment the desert sky became translucent. He thought he saw his data-life flashing by in coded bytes. He tightened his eyelids and the illusion regained solidity.

“I see you have had many traumas,” Gandhi continued, “witnessed many disturbing things but have carried on well. You are wondering why I was chosen to guide you.”

Haggerty nodded.

“In grade school, you did a research report on passive resistance. Even as a young man you understood that the nonviolent activist, while willing to die for his cause, is never willing to kill. That is why you have chosen the path you now follow.”

“But I’m an investigator, not an activist,” Haggerty said.

“Are you? From my vantage it appears that although in your career you pose as an advocate for self-destruction, your innermost voice cries out against it. That is the crux of your dilemma.”

Haggerty’s stomach twisted. “You disapprove of me, of my work.”

Gandhi spread his arms lovingly. “I disapprove of violence, whether committed upon oneself or against others. About what do you seek knowledge?”

“I wish to find out if the claim made by Joseph Svoboda that thousands of Generation Zero children are predetermined fatalities is true. Do they indeed want to die?”

“Scanning . . . ,” Gandhi said. “There are 274,403,856 young people between the ages of ten and twenty-five currently accessible online who fit the median definition of Generation Zero. I shall initiate a poll through available media, translate, sort, and buffer the results for you. This may take several moments.”

The idea that it might be possible to extrapolate the course of action of an entire generation dizzied Haggerty. At last, Gandhi spoke.

“They are despondent, there is much despair, they are indeed collectively suicidal, but they are awaiting instructions,” he said sadly.

“Instructions from whom? The lead singer of Clone Jesus?”

Gandhi blinked twice. “There is a divergence. Two possible outcomes. One comes from him. The other comes from you.”

“That’s impossible,” Haggerty said.

“Nonetheless it is true.”

Haggerty stared intently at the wrinkled old prophet and saw bytes of data stream across his spectacles.

“Warning,” Gandhi said. “Your chemical addiction is about to sever this connection.”

“Wait!” Haggerty pleaded. “Tell me what happens, about Max—”

“There is a stage like a traffic intersection,” Gandhi said. His body shimmered. “Max is like an enraged driver speeding toward that intersection, intent on causing an accident. You will discover yourself as a source of that rage.”

“Can I stop him?” Haggerty asked. Silverfish leaped from the sand.

“At great personal cost,” Gandhi answered. “And even as you do, you find the speeding car is now driven by another, with even darker designs. You find yourself detained but not restrained by a man on a leash, a man you trust but cannot trust.”

“But I can stop this . . . this accident Max wants to cause?” Haggerty cried.

“Perhaps . . .” Gandhi’s image flickered in and out. His final words were digital wind: “The Indranet honors the part you shall play. . . .”

Haggerty opened his eyes and vomited his stomach contents onto the sand floor of Svoboda’s quarters. Elsa was immediately beside him, peeling the disks from his temples.

“Jason, what’s wrong?”

Svoboda stood above him. “Do you believe me now, Mr. Haggerty?”

“It doesn’t have to happen as you say it will,” Haggerty spat.

“History and the future disagree with you,” Svoboda said. “A phoenix cannot rise except from its own ashes.”

Get me out of here, Elsa, Haggerty linked. Now!

* * *

Excerpt from The Killswitch Review, published by Yard Dog Press. Copyright 2011 Steven-Elliot Altman.

Steven-Elliot Altman is a bestselling author, screenwriter, and videogame developer. He won multiple awards for his online role playing game, 9Dragons. His novels include Captain America is Dead, Zen in the Art of Slaying Vampires, Batman: Fear Itself, Batman: Infinite Mirror, The Killswitch Review, The Irregulars, and Deprivers. His writing has been compared to that of Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Michael Crichton and Philip K. Dick, and he has collaborated with world class writers such as Neil Gaiman, Michael Reaves, Harry Turtledove and Dr. Janet Asimov. He’s also the editor of the critically acclaimed anthology The Touch, and a contributor to Shadows Over Baker Street, a Hugo Award winning anthology of Sherlock Holmes meets H.P. Lovecraft stories.

Steven also bares ink on his body, and is bi, as in bi-coastal, between NYC and LA. He’s currently hard at work writing and directing his latest videogame Cursed Love, an online free to play gothic horror RPG from Dark Hermit Studios, set in Victorian London. Think Sherlock Holmes, Jack The Ripper and Dorian Gray mercilessly exploit the cast of Twilight. Friend Cursed Love (Official Closed Beta) on facebook and you can have fun playing out this tawdry, tragic romance with Steven while the game is being beta tested!

Diane DeKelb-Rittehouse spent several years in Manhattan as an actress before marrying her college sweetheart and returning to the Philadelphia area where she had been born. Diane first worked with Steven-Elliot Altman when they created the acclaimed, Publisher’s Weekly Starred-Review anthology The Touch: Epidemic of the Millennium, in which her story “Gifted” appeared. Diane has published a number of critically acclaimed short stories, most notably in the science fiction, murder, and horror genres. Her young adult fantasy novel, Fareie Rings: The Book of Forests, is now available in stores or online.

Interested in buying a printed copy of The Killswitch Review? Well, Steve’s publisher Yard Dog Press was kind enough to put up a special page where SuicideGirls can get a special discount and watch a sexy trailer. Just follow this link to KillswitchReview.com and click on the SG logo.

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by Blogbot




Artist / SG Member Name: Inks.

Mission Statement: I have always wanted to mix the classic pinup with propaganda art. I always wanted to make art that people can afford.



Medium: Ink, graphite, digital, spray paint.

Aesthetic: Beauty in simplicity, line that shows natural curves not idealized and unrealistic ones.



Notable Achievements: I have been part of over 30 shows in the last 8 years. I have had the honor of showing with artists like Erik Jones, Shepard Fairey, Dennis Brown, Hydro74, and so many other artists. I am also honored to have designed posters for the Hot Toddies, Sharkteeth, and a few other bands.

Why We Should Care: I always wanted to make art that people can afford. I don't make art to make it rich, but to add richness to peoples lives.

I Want Me Some: You can find me at:
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by Andrew Shaffer

On February 18, PayPal contacted ebook distributor Smashwords with an ultimatum: Remove certain types of erotic ebooks (featuring underage characters, incest, bestiality, and rape), or face deactivation of their PayPal account. Since PayPal is integrated into the Smashwords website, they had no choice but to remove the "edgy" erotica identified by PayPal as "unlawful." No U.S. court had ever found any of the ebooks in question illegal, but that was rather beside the point for PayPal, who seemed to be confusing illegal sexual activities with legal depictions of those activities.

What started as a dispute between a payment processor (PayPal) and a handful of ebook stores (including Smashwords) snowballed into a widely circulated petition from the Electronic Freedom Foundation (signed by the Authors Guild, the CBLDF, and the ACLU, among others) asking PayPal to reverse their policy.

"What I find chilling is that the money exchanger, not the merchant, can make such a decision," commenter L.K. Rigel wrote on a Dear Author blog post, where news of PayPal's actions was first reported. "PayPal is, after all, basically a bank. So now a bank gets to decide what customers can buy or merchants can sell? The decision is only palatable because they're cutting off stuff people mostly find abhorrent."

When PayPal allegedly tried to lay the blame on credit card companies' terms of service, Visa flipped a finger right back. "Visa takes no position with respect to lawful goods and services bought and sold by the people and the companies who use our payment service," Visa's Investor Relations wrote in a letter to BannedWriters.com. "We want to clarify that Visa had no involvement with PayPal’s conclusion on this issue."

After Visa clarified their position on credit card usage ("anything legal"), PayPal's excuse ("the credit card companies are making us do this!") fell apart and they had to admit defeat. On March 13, PayPal announced an updated policy with regards to handling ebook transactions that "will prohibit use of PayPal for the sale of e-books that contain child pornography, or e-books with text and obscene images of rape, bestiality or incest... In addition, the policy will be focused on individual books, not on entire 'classes' of books."

PayPal's policy change represented a win for online retailers as well as for freedom of expression "This is going to be a major victory for writers, readers and free speech," said Smashwords' Mark Coker.


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by A.J. Focht



Welcome to the first extra-long con edition of Ur W33K 1N G33K in 2012. Wonder Con kicked off this year’s convention season this past weekend in Anaheim. News from all corners of nerdom was announced at the event, or in press releases leading up to it. Major players from across the geek world showed off what they have in store. Several first previews of upcoming movies, shows, and comics were revealed, and the creators were very talkative during the panels. For anything not covered here, you can check out ComicBooked’s excellent Wonder Con 2012 wrap up.

The Amazing Spider-Man director Marc Webb talked about his choices for the upcoming Spider-Man movie at Wonder Con. During The Amazing Spider-Man panel, Emma Stone, who plays Peter Parker’s love interest Gwen Stacy, may have said a too much. Stone started into the tragic comic book death of Gwen Stacy. As the topic started to drift from Gwen’s story in the comic to the movie, Marc Webb interrupted and changed the topic. His abrupt interruption has given rebirth the rumor that Gwen Stacy will die in the film similar to how she died in the comics. Sony has also released a viral marketing video for The Amazing Spider-Man that includes Captain Stacy giving us the run down on what a dangerous menace the Spider-Man can be.

Speaking of superhero rumors, a controversial image has hit the web that claims to be the first poster for the upcoming Wolverine movie. The image’s origins are unconfirmed, but the original posting was taken down at the request of Twentieth Century Fox.



The first teaser image from Arrow, the upcoming Green Arrow show on the CW, has been released. Three time Oscar winning costume designer Colleen Atwood designed the Green Arrow’s suit. The pilot’s director, David Nutter, also talked about his goals in making Arrow darker and edgier than the Smallville pilot, which he also helmed.

Brian K. Vaughn’s new comic Saga premiered last week, and now his comic series Y: The Last Man, is making headway on becoming a movie. Matthew Federman and Stephen Scaia have been hired to write the new script. There has been talk of this series becoming a movie for a few years now so let’s hope that this script is good enough to stick.

Everybody’s favorite super villain is coming back for an encore. Despite Joss Whedon’s crazy schedule recently, he has announced plans to work on Dr. Horrible 2 this summer. No more is known about the project at this time.



The newest trailer for Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter premiered at Wonder Con. While promoting the undead slaying President, screenwriter Seth Grahame-Smith talked about his work on the upcoming Beetlejuice 2 script. The good news is there will be none of this reboot nonsense. It will be a direct sequel with Michael Keaton reprising the title role.

“The thing that Tim and Michael and I all agree on, and is most important for me is, I don’t wanna be the guy that destroys the legacy and the memory of the first film; I would rather die. I would rather just not make it, I’d rather just throw the whole thing away than make something that pays no respect and doesn’t live up even close to the legacy of the first film,” said Grahame-Smith.

While Grahame-Smith is all about treating classic works with respect, the same can’t be said for everyone in Hollywood. Michael Bay has decided to lay his taint on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I don’t normally complain about Bay, unlike so many others. However, Bay has now decided to take it upon himself to change the history of the beloved human size reptiles. He’s dropping the mutant and making them aliens. No one knows what other changes he has in store. Not mutants? Not turtles? But we shouldn’t worry because he assures us that they will be ‘edgy, funny, and completely loveable.’

On a brighter note, the long awaited sequel to the Avatar: The Last Airbender series has received an air date, and it’s just around the corner. The Legend of Korra will start on Saturday April 14th at 11 AM on Nickelodeon.

The Legend of Korra wasn’t the only thing to get a solid release date last week. After a decade long wait, Diablo 3 will be released on May 15. While Diablo is the first in line, Blizzard also plans on launching expansions for the Starcraft and World of Warcraft series this year. They have also recently changed the WoW Scroll of Resurrection service to offer past players a free upgrade to the Cataclysm expansion, a free level 80 character, a free realm transfer, and other perks for coming back to the game.

Finally, female geek icon Felicia Day is set to guest star on an upcoming episode of Supernatural. Besides showing up on every geek show in the verse, Felicia Day has also launched a new YouTube channel with other nerd idols like Wil Wheaton called Geek and Sundry. The channel will feature nerd programming like: The Guild, Flog (Felicia Day’s video blog), Table Top (table top / board gaming with Wil Wheaton), Dark Horse Motion Comics, and so much more. Geek and Sundry launches April 2nd.

by Nahp Suicide


[Anemona in Blue Girl Blue (self portrait)]

Anemona is from Chile. She has been photographer and a Suicide Girl since 2007. She started being her own model/photographer and has now shot more than 70 sets for SG.

How did you first get involved with SuicideGirls?

I remember that the first pictures of Suicide Girls that I saw were on a website called Fotolog. I loved the concept of the webpage and the whole role of alternative modeling. Immediately I felt identified with them! I talked with a friend from college (Neftis) and proposed her to make a set, and she said yes. That's how everything started.

What's your background photography-wise?

I studied sound engineering at college, and there I got on a short course of basic photography. That was my first introduction to it. Then I quit my career to officially study photography at university. I left university for personal reasons, but I've continued my self education every day. I'm a firm believer that knowledge and perfection comes not only by theory but also through practice.


[Discoquette in Transparent]

What was the first photo you had published?

Some of Mattilda's pictures in La Nacion, a local newspaper talking about the new phenomenon called SuicideGirls.

How would you describe your style?

I think that my personal photography style is very connected with who I am, my personal style and how I interpret the world; I would say bright colors, fresh, and playful.

What gear do you use?

A Canon 7D + 50mm + 10-22mm + 28-200mm and my very personal NATURAL LIGHT. I don't like to use much studio lightning, I always prefer natural sets.





[Lith in Hottie Geek]

How important is Photoshop in your final images?

I use Photoshop basically to increase the colors – that is kind of my personal style. I also add some contrast and do a little skin retouching.

What gives you ideas and inspires you to create such amazing sets?

I really love music, so music videos are a huge inspiration to me. I love the style of Jonas Åkerlund and how he uses colors, I really do! Also Cherry has an amazing use of colors and Sean make sets with such a simplicity that's impossible not to feel inspired by them too.


[Atomic in Under The Waves]

What is your favorite image?

It's hard to choose but I would say these are some of them: Atomic in Under The Waves (NSFW), Discoquette in Transparent, Smash in Into The Light (NSFW), Belena in Lomography, Lith in Hottie Geek (NSFW).

Tell us why it's your fave and how you achieved it?

Well, in Atomic's “Under The Waves” set it was very difficult to do, cause the day was so cold and we had to try to shoot in waves and cold water. But we actually made it awesome. I've always wanted to make a set like that so I guess that’s why I really liked that one.

In Belena's “Lomography” set we wanted to show just how she is, a very fun, colorful and playful girl, and her love of Lomo cams. I think that's also one of the best executed sets that I've made.


[Belena in Lomography]

Is there anybody or anything you would love to photograph that you haven't? (And tell us why)

I really love to make people's portraits and capture their style and represent that. I would love to shoot some day with girls like Carrina, Annalee, Plum, Gogo, Rambo, Pilot, JaneDoe, Discordia, Lass, BelleBane, and many more. Actually, I'm so lucky to have had the opportunity to make sets with girls I've always wanted to, and I hope I can continue doing it in the future!


[Smash in Into The Light]

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by Damon Martin



When we last saw our beloved Walking Dead characters, Sherriff Rick Grimes was standing over the body of his best friend Shane who he stabbed, only to watch him turn into one of the undead, and then gets shot by the youngest member of the group, Carl. As Rick and Carl both try to react to the horrifying situation they've both just lived through, in the distance we see a hoard of walkers lumbering towards them in the distance. Thus begins the end of The Walking Dead Season 2.

While some may believe that the show focuses on the dead coming back to life and taking over the world, Robert Kirkman's comic book-turned-television-show is really about the characters and their struggle with living and surviving in an insane world.

As left off at the end of the last episode, the mob of zombies heads towards the farm hell bent on finding some living flesh, and unfortunately for a couple of the members of Herschel's tribe, they won't make it to Season 3.

Beth tries to pull Patricia towards the car to make their escape just as a walker leaps out and latches onto her, ripping her apart. Beth can only watch in horror as she finally loses her grasp on Patricia, and runs away to try and save her own life.

Meanwhile, Jimmy rolls Dale's RV towards the back of the barn where Rick and Carl have set a fire to try and distract the attacking zombies. They leap on top of the mobile home, jumping off the back end to safety. Unfortunately, Jimmy stayed in the RV and the walkers smelled dinner, and busted through the door to have themselves a snack.

Andrea is able to save Carol with some of her signature sharp shooting, but gets cut off from escape. Carol rides off into the sunset on Darryl's motorcycle, and Andrea is left to fend for herself. Making a run for it in a caravan of two cars and a motorcycle, the group somehow reconvenes and that's where Rick finally unleashes his bombshell.

At the end of Season 1, the crazy quack Dr. Jenner whispered something into Rick's ear before they all bolted out, running for their lives. What he revealed was that everybody, all humans, had the infection that caused them to come back to life after death. So whether you die by zombie bites or just die of natural causes, you're getting back up.

The group rails on Rick for not making this confession earlier, but knowing how insane Jenner seemed, he had no idea if it was the truth or just more crazy lies. It became fact however after he stabbed his best friend Shane, and moments later he was back up, looking to take a bite out of his former comrade.

While zombies simply coming back to life is nothing new when talking about undead mythology, The Walking Dead interjecting a little science with the revelation that everyone is infected was a nice touch. Although quite a few people saw this coming, it was a well timed reveal that confirmed just how hopeless this already hopeless world really was.

Back in the woods, Andrea is still alive but only barely as she continues to run through the woods, firing off rounds from her gun as the hoard of the undead keep close. Just when it looks like we've seen the last of Andrea, a sword comes swiping down from above, lopping the zombie's head off.

Pan up, and you see a katana wielding badass with a hood up over their face, and a chain in hand attached to two zombies currently lacking any arms. As it was revealed later by Walking Dead creator, that is none other than comic book favorite character Michonne, who will be played in Season 3 by former HBO Treme cast member Danai Gurira.

After nearly running out of gas, the group decides to stop for the night and set up camp, but at one point Carol begins to question Rick's leadership, and the former Sherriff doesn't take kindly to her remarks. As he lashes out and tells the story of how he had to kill his best friend Shane because it was the only thing he could do, Rick invites anyone in the group to set out on their own and see just how long they survive. No one stands up and in an authoritarian voice, Rick tells the group that if they are staying they have to know one thing: "This isn't a democracy anymore."

Ever since his arrival, Rick has been looked at as the de facto leader, despite back biting from Shane and others who question his decision making. In the final episode of Season 2, he let everybody know that if they are going to look towards him as a leader, then he is going to lead and they need to follow. It was a brilliant way to show the humanity of survival with a glimmer of Rick ripping a bit at the seams after such a trying and tragic few hours, during which he lost his best friend, killed his worst enemy (it just so happened to be the same person), and saw more members of his extended family lost forever.

Rick turns to walk away and as the camera pans up, we see a prison off in the distance. Is this the safe salvation the group of weary wanderers has been looking for or just another painful reminder that this world isn't safe no matter where you hide?

Tune into Season 3 of The Walking Dead to find out...

by Ryker Suicide

Ingredients: For The Pork

• 1 pork shoulder-butt roast (about 5 lbs or so)


• Salt/pepper


• Brown sugar (for a sweeter-style pork, I omit this because I prefer my BBQ with more of a bite)


• 1-2 cans of chipotle peppers in adobo sauce (1 for more mild, 2 for spicier)


• 2 cans of Dr. Pepper


• 2 small, or 1 large onion


• 1 bag of hoagie rolls

Ingredients: For The Sauce

• 3/4 cup of Jack Daniels / bourbon (my rule is, if you wouldn't drink it, don't cook with it – use something good!)


• 1/2 finely chopped onion


• 4 cloves garlic, finely chopped1/3 cup of apple cider vinegar


• 4-5 TBS Worcestershire sauce (to taste)


• 1/4 cup of brown sugar (also to taste, I like my sauce less sweet)


• 1/2-3/4 cup of molasses


• 2 cups of ketchup


• 1/2 tsp each salt/pepper


• 1/4 cup-ish tomato paste


• 2-3 tsp liquid smoke


• 1/2 tsp of Tabasco or your favorite hot sauce (to taste)


• 2-3 TBS horseradish mustard or Dijon mustard


• A *dab* of grape jelly or jam

Ingredients: For The Slaw

• 1 bag of coleslaw mix


• 1/4-1/2 cup of apple cider vinegar (to taste)


• 1-2 tsp celery seed (to taste)


• 1/2 cup of low fat mayo


• 1/2 tsp each salt n pepper


• 1 TBS horseradish mustard


• 1-2 tsp of sugar (to taste)

Directions:

1. Start with the pork because it is going to take hours for this baby to cook to perfection. First, cut onion in half lengthwise and then quarter slices. Place onion wedges at the bottom of the pot. Salt, pepper and rub with brown sugar (if so desired) the pork butt generously, and place in pot on top of onions fat side up. Empty can/cans of chipotle peppers and sauce all over top of the roast. Then add two cans of Dr. Pepper, cover pan and cook on high on crock pot (or 300 degrees in oven) for about 6 hours. You will know roast is ready when it is fork tender, if it isn't fork tender then cook longer. Trust me, it is so worth the wait.


2. When the pork is starting to get close, you can start on your other goodies. I like to start with the BBQ sauce since sometimes I have to play around with it a bit to get it perfect. Like many people, I don't always cook with exact measurements so these listed above are as guestimated as I can get. So, first combine onion, a little olive oil, and Jack Daniels/ bourbon in a sauté pan. Fry until onions are translucent and then add garlic and cook for an additional 45 seconds or so. Combine remaining ingredients and bring to a boil. Simmer uncovered for about 15 minutes or so until the sauce gets nice and thick. Here, you can add more Jack/bourbon should you want a little more bite to your sauce.


3. Now time for the slaw. I typically use a slightly different recipe for a spicier slaw, but since this pork is already pretty spicy, I went with a more Carolina style slaw recipe (modified a bit, of course). In a medium bowl mix together all ingredients except for the coleslaw mix. Taste dressing and modify as necessary. Coleslaw, like many other picnic style salads, vary from batch to batch and I tend to use recipes for salads like this as a basic guideline. Once your dressing is to your liking, toss with the coleslaw mix and refrigerate.


4. Is your pork ready yet? If it is, it's time to get to pulling! Remove roast from pan and place on a large platter or cutting board. Trim fat off of top and discard. Using two forks, pull the pork roast until every bit is off of the bone, discarding fat pieces as they come. Now, here is where things get a little tricky. Everyone has a different preference for their sauce thickness in pork BBQ. I always have to play with it a bit, so what I do is drain about 1-2 cups of the Dr. Pepper/roast juice from the pot and SET ASIDE. Then return pulled pork to pot and stir in remaining juice. Add BBQ sauce and stir. Add more of the juice that was set aside earlier to reach desired consistency/flavor.


5, Serve pulled pork on a toasted hoagie bun, top with slaw and viola.


Enjoy!




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