Etcetera Magazine

Local magazine with national contributors. Founded in the summer of 2016. Eclectic, Collaborative, Etc. Contact us to purchase the printed zine with full visual spreads and design elements exclusive to print!

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Deep, Powerful, Meaningful Quotes About Love

Scott Peterson

"Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

But when it comes to wolves, I’d rather have a big stick than all the love in the world."

Lord Byron

"Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend.

As long as he doesn’t have a gun."

Martin Luther King Jr.

"Love is Evol spelled backwards."

Maya Angelou

"Work like you don’t need the money.

Love like you’ve never been hurt.

Dance like nobody’s watching.

Use fossil fuels like there’s no tomorrow."

Satchel Paige

"When push comes to shove

The beauty of Love

Rains down from above

Like the crap from a dove"

Winston Churchill

"I know of only one duty, and that is to love.

That’s probably why I keep forgetting to take out the trash."

Albert Camus

"We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone. Aw, who am I kidding? Life sucks the corn from my feces."

Orson Welles

"Everyone deserves love. Except for people of color. And gay people. And people who entered this country illegally. And people from shithole countries. And the lame-stream media. And the Democrats. Oh, and women. Make America Great Again!"

Donald Trump

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Jazzy Cheng

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Alice Erickson

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Shannon Buzza

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The Idea of Him

Noah Hernandez

Do you like the idea of him

Sitting by a poolside with a half wide grin

Does it make your inner stomach flutter

Does it turn your legs to melting butter

Is he wearing sunglasses soaking in the sun

Is he dancing to the radio singing out with wicked fun

Does he make your heart beat faster

Is he the type that wants to make you master

The sound of your voice and the sweat on your palms

And the fear in your soul and the want in your heart

And he leaves you aching on the floor alone

It breaks your sick heart that he sets the tone

For a one sided love is a terrible fall

But an imaginary lover could be the worst of all

And a heart can break in the silence of the soul

When it feels like you’ll forever remain utterly alone

But you’ll still drown after the boy who smiles and swims

Even if you only like the idea of him

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By No Name

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Original cover art by Jazzy Cheng

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Put That in Etcetezine! (Part 11)

Arctictis & Binterong

I don't have my sun gloves on

I'm the ranch

I like to live dangerously, and by that I mean give myself really bad poops

I've never truly experienced firey poops and I want to

Photography is very much a contact sport. You know like contact sheets?

All that are sticky are not always stickers

Hooray for no public indecency!

I’m unsalted!

I’m gonna sit there narrating while you awkwardly lick your stick

You’re rad and a half

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Original cover art by Isabella Frescura

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Gio's Pound Cake Cookies

Recipe by Giovanni

What you'll need:

An oven

1 box of Betty Crocker Pound Cake Mix

1 egg

3 tbsp butter/margarine

Granulated sugar (preferably colored)

Instructions:

Set your oven to 350 degrees

Put the pound cake mix into a mixing bowl

Crack an egg into the bowl

Melt 3 tbsp of butter/margarine

Once melted, put the butter into the bowl and mix everything together with a fork. If you have trouble, use your hands.

Get a plate and put the sugars you want onto it.

Get some of the pound cake mix into your hand and roll it into a ball. Do this in whatever size you want the cookie.

Press the ball of dough down into the sugar.

Put the now shaped and sugared cookie onto a non greased cookie sheet. Repeat until all the mix/dough has been made into cookies.

Place the cookies into the oven and let them cook. How long this takes depends on how large your cookies are, so I suggest using a tooth pick to check if they're done. If the tooth pick comes out clean, they're done, if not, they need more time.

Enjoy your pound cake cookies!

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Gio's Scrambled Egg Recipe

Recipe by Giovanni

What you'll need:

Two eggs

Two tablespoons of butter

A tomato

Spinach

Red Onion

Sea/Rock salt

Black Pepper

Cheese that you can grate (I prefer Piave/Parmaggiano)

Bread (preferably French rolls)

How to make it:

crack two eggs into a bowl and scramble them until the egg yolk and egg whites are mixed smoothly.

Cut as much of the tomato, spinach, and red onion as you would like. I personally use about 1/4 of the tomato, 3 or 4 spinach leaves, and I use about the same amount of red onion as I do of the spinach. I also recommend "dicing" these vegetables so that you're getting all the flavors in each bite.

Put all your cut vegetables into the bowl with your eggs.

Grind your salt and pepper into the bowl with your vegetables and eggs and stir everything up until the vegetables seem to be evenly distributed throughout your egg mixture. You can really use however much salt and pepper you want, but I'd recommend putting more pepper than salt.

Put two tablespoons of butter into a pan and turn your stove to medium or medium high and wait for it to melt.

Once it's melted and covers the entire bottom of the pan in a light coating, empty your bowl of eggs and vegetables into the pan and move the eggs around until they are cooked to your liking.

When the eggs are done, put them on top of your bread, and grate your cheese over the top.

Enjoy your eggs!

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Jen and Mark, New Surreal Comics

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Super Easy Quick Fudge Bites

Recipe by Jackie L.H.

Ingredients:

3 cups bittersweet chocolate chips

14 ounces of sweetened condensed milk

Instructions:

Line a 8x8 pan with aluminium foil and spray with nonstick cooking spray.

Place chocolate chips and sweetened condensed milk in a medium saucepan, using a double boiler over medium heat.

Stir while melting, constantly scraping the bottom of the pan.

Once no solid chips are visible remove from the heat and transfer into the pan.

Cover pan with plastic wrap and refrigerate for two hours.

Remove from pan and slice into squares.

Can be stored at room temperature or refrigerated for a cooler treat.

Enjoy!

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Veronica L.H.

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David Willet

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The Most Horrifying Night of my Childhood

Owen Mitchell

This is the story of the most traumatizing, horrific experience of my childhood. Now, a bit of background: I was a very sensitive child. So sensitive, that the first time my parents took me to a movie theater, I got so freaked out by the movie that we had to leave- which would be normal if we were seeing a horror movie/ a particularly scaring scene... but we were seeing Curious George. So, let's set the scene: Two families, ours, consisting of me (Age 7), my younger brother (age 4), and our parents, and our family friends: a mom with her three kids, ranging from ages 6-8. These 2 families have decided to meet up on a Friday night near the end of October and go to Six Flags together to purchase season passes for the following year. Now why this had to happen right before dark on a Friday night near the end of October, I don’t know. But what I do know is how excited all of us kids were- we thought we might get to ride a few roller coasters after we got our passes. But that’s not what happened. We wove our way deep into the center of the park and into the building to get our passes. This was a long process to begin with, so with seven people trying to get them at the same time, it took even longer than expected- so when we left the building it was dark. And darkness at six flags in October means Fright Fest. And Fright Fest means pimple-faced teenagers dressed up in gory masks holding chainsaws and jumping out and scaring anyone walking in the park. And the second we stepped out of the building into the dark, chilly October night was when all hell broke loose.

This story has been told many different times and in many different ways, but in all of them, I was the first to cry. A teenage girl dressed as a demented clown doll came up to me. The next words I remember very clearly: the creepiest voice she could muster the girl squeaked “Do you want some cockroaches?” Even though cockroaches aren’t particularly freaky to me- and to this day I still don’t know if the ones she held out in her glass cage were real or fake- but that girl, still known to me as the “creepy cockroach lady” haunted my dreams for the following years. The creepy cockroach lady set off the chain reaction that made that night so chaotic. She set me off into a flurry of screaming and crying, which triggered the rest of the kids, who all began bawling their eyes out. Except for my four-year-old brother. He seemed to enjoy the whole ordeal. The three parents tried in vain to keep the costumed teenagers away from us. By this point, the other kids were crying and screaming because of various monsters they saw that may or may not have existed. One says a giant pumpkin man on stilts leaned down to her. Another says he saw a creepy man cartwheeling through the bushes and jumping out at people. Another was just crying simply because everyone else was. The parents now had the very hard task of warding off whatever clown, skeleton, or chainsaw wielding murderer came toward us while trying to get us out of the park. My dad ran ahead to peer around corners, making sure the coast was clear before signaling to the two moms, who had formed a protective circle around us to come ahead, until finally making it back to the entrance. Suddenly, just when we thought the distressing night was coming to an end, a non-threatening, not scary zombie, most likely walking to his post or to take a break walked past. He made no attempt to scare us, but that didn’t stop me from yelling “NO! PLEASE DON’T! PLEASE DON’T!” through my resurfacing tears. He stopped and stared at me- you could clearly see his t-shirt through his half-on costume. “Don’t do what?” he asked, clearly confused on why four little kids were bawling at the sight of him. I don’t know why I thought screaming “Please don’t” to a non-threatening zombie walking past would be helpful, but it sure was a memorable way to end the night. The parents brought us home and attempted to calm us down with pizza, and the creepy cockroach lady did not leave my mind for a long time. It turned very quickly from the most horrifying night of our childhoods to a hilarious, yet embarrassing story of my one and only trip to Fright Fest.

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