A few years ago I decided I needed to take some steps to make my  zine a little more hip.  I had just put the finishing touches on a hard-hitting three part series on Vermont bed and breakfast inns when I sensed I might be losing touch with some of my more "bomb" readers.  I suspected I had somehow allowed myself to lose touch with the street, and was in urgent need of hipness replacement surgery.  This thought disturbed me greatly, so I took immediate steps to immerse myself in all things Alternative, so that I might recapture some of that old magic I once felt deep in my bones.   So I went downtown to a disgusting theater in a horrifying neighborhood and watched several Independent films.  I visited a trendy little bookstore, where the shopkeep was nothing if not uppity, and picked out some books with 'Fuck' in the title.  And I also read a bunch of comix, or funnyz, or something misspelled.  Then it hit me -- I figured out the key to being Underground.  It's very simple really.  All you have to do is start to tell a story, but not bother actually finishing it.  If it ends with many important questions unanswered, and the plot unresolved, well,  you've created Alternative Art.  And the bleached boys and bra-strap girls will nod knowingly, and call you a genius and discuss the underlying messages in your work, while slurping at comically oversized mugs of coffee.  To illustrate my point, I've "adjusted" a few comics from my morning newspaper, and transformed them into comix.  Or funnyz.  What was once mainstream is now Art House.  Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...Art House Funnyz.