About Sane Magazine

I'm not going to lie to you, the history of Sane Magazine isn't exactly straight forward.

I could have taken the easy way out. I could have said something like, "Oh yeah, we started it eleven years ago, myself and William Murphy, back in Worcester, Mass., over a couple of beers and a big massive bag of peanuts. He didn't like them with the shells on, so he kept digging around in the bottom of the bag for the ones that had fallen out of their shells in transit and it was really starting to bug me, so I told him to knock it off, he threw his beer in my general direction, but not specifically enough, and it hit a lovely young woman, she kicked out at our table, which sent the peanuts flying, and there we were, sitting on chairs facing each other, feet away from one holy hell of a mess of table, peanut and peanut butter, beer, and one steamed chick." I could. It wouldn't be the right story, however.

I could take a different easy way out and just say, "Well, I'll just let the issues speak for themselves," and link off to the archives. But then you'd be missing all those issues that started it off, the ones from back when this was called "The Quiet Insanity Newsletter." The ones that were one of our very first lessons in the importance of making backups of anything and everything you might put on a computer.

I could say it's just ineffable. You're not meant to know about it. But it's history, and history shouldn't be ineffable. Sure, the version of history might not be what happened, but you can hear something about it, anyway.

Sane Magazine has survived from 1993 to the present. It comes out weekly with a main issue. A new feature was added some three hundred issues ago from when I'm writing this, when we hired a horoscope writer by accident. Since then we've had twelve horoscope writers in total. You'd be amazed how much turnover there is in the horoscope writer industry.

The one thing I want you to take away from all of this is the following:

If someone says they're going to clean up the mess, well, give 'em a little time, because sometimes it's a lot bigger mess than you might think.

Love and Kisses,

_m (aka, The Head Editor)


There is no disclaimer this time.