Defenestration: August 2015

Welcome, welcome, one and all, to (arguably one of) the happiest places on Earth (or at least the electronic version of Earth). It’s time to unleash the August 2015 issue of Defenestration into the cyber realm, so sit back, ready your reading digits, and prepare to be amused.

Defenestration: April 2015

Welcome, welcome, to the April 2015 issue of Defenestration, marking our 12th volume in this ridiculously long-running magazine of ridiculousness!

I’m not going to write a particularly long editorial this month because my computer is on its deathbed and doesn’t like to run for more than 20 minutes at a time before freezing up or crashing. You can’t trust technology, but you also can’t live without it. Or you at least can’t convince yourself that you can’t live without it. There’s a powerful message hidden in there, but I’m too lazy to find it. I’ll just be content with rushing through this editorial before the computer explodes. Can I write two more paragraphs? Read on and find out!

Defenestration: December 2014

This is it, folks. The December 2014 issue of Defenestration. Smell it. Savor it.

Eileen and I don’t think about themes when we’re holding onto stuff during our reading periods. We just grab the stuff we like and throw it in a pile to look at later. But I don’t know… sometimes I think we’re either operating on a similar plane of existence or that the submitters have tapped into some hive mind of creativity, because sometimes we end up with a very clear theme.

This month is filled with monsters and misunderstood creatures.


Defenestration-Nonfiction “Car-isma” by Melanie Chartoff

n 2003, I accidentally dated an alcoholic. He came as an accessory on my Prius. I got to know handsome Johnny O. (not his whole name) while I awaited the delivery he promised in four days. And during the four weeks I was dropping in on the dealership to check on my anticipated Prius, he began courting me in a car man kind of way, demonstrating how his smart key could open my vehicle without even touching it, showing me how to change the oil, change a tire, hot wire a car, skills I’d never use, but I liked the way he was teaching me. He would worry, he said, if I were abandoned along a roadside somewhere: fearful, cheerless, Johnny O.-less. This man rolled the odometer back on my feminism thirty years. Single and celibate, I suddenly got hormonal, helpless and girly.

Ben & Winslow

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Ben and Winslow really need to figure out their pest control problem.

Eileen: This is Your Brain On…

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What the next adaptation of Lady Chatterly’s Lover needs: a dose of what The Rock plans to be cooking.

Jonathan: Mysteries Answered!… and Stuff.

Defenestration-Jonathan's Column Icon Please Love Me, Mary Gaitskill

I met Mary Gaitskill once, and only once, which stands to be one of the most memorable and embarrassing evenings of my life.

Chris: Encyclopedia Douchebag… ica

Defenestration-Chris's Column Icon Sloth and Gluttony are My Homeboys

Let’s be honest with ourselves, life is really only worth living between the ages of six and sixty, after that we’re in bonus levels.

Genevieve: Ubiquitous Film Review

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So I guess if this year’s sci-fi action tickler Looper has taught us anything, it’s that no actor is as well-equipped to go back in time and talk to some dummies about life as Bruce Willis.