I realized that the next issue, to top myself, would have to include something fantastic, something worthy of the behemoth my zine had become, something that would set alt.zines ablaze. And all I could come up with was posing nude on the cover. That’s it. That’s all I had. It would be a tasteful nude, of course, that’s the only kind I do, with the corner of the kitchen table, piled high with cut-and-paste supplies that I long ago had abandoned for Quark Xpress, coupled with my hand to strategically hide my genitalia.

Chip Rowe, Finite + Flammable