Mistaken identity, laxative-addicted pin-up girls, messages to stalkers, and a treatise on laundry. What more could you ask for for a whopping buck?

In the case of Limousine #7, a lot. You also get an article in praise of Agent Scully, failed pick-up lines and their aftermath, reviews (even a blurb about moving food -- a freaky trend, really), a rant on sizeism, and an article on dumpster diving. If only everything in the world today was this great of a deal.

The production of #7 is more pleasing, less canned than #9 (which I read first) -- great illustration and pictures that have reproduced remarkably well for photocopies. For a quarter-sized zine, which is notoriously tough to lay out, Libby's got it down to an art form in this issue. It's not too thick or too messy, nor is the writing too small to read. It's great -- the balance between art and information has been completely found.

It does look, vaguely, like the photocopier may have been running out of toner. Some of the text is a little light, and the contrast could have been a little stronger over some of it. Maybe the low toner contrast is why the pictures showed up without any of the traditional pooling and obscuration. It's just a small complaint -- it really looks great. And for a buck, I'm certainly not complaining.

Even though this is a back issue, there are copies available through the Glovebox Zine Distro, or from Libby herself -- who surprisingly shares the same address. Send your requests with a dollar to Libby at P.O. Box 11, San Mateo, CA 94401-0011.

[ by Elizabeth Badurina ]