I almost did not read this zine because the cover is so drab -butt!- I did, and it's great. Gross and Disappointing lives in that dishy "Too Much Information" zone where too much is actually never enough. I could read about Zo Watts' animal needs, physical discrepencies and non-failure failures for zines and zines. What does that add up to- "books"? -"Pages"? Just know that when I finished this and I immediately wanted more of this specific kind of cranky. -EF