[EVENT] L.A. Zine Fest

Find us at The Broad on March 1

L.A. Zine Fest 2025

Hello fellow haters,

I want you to close your eyes. Picture yourself walking down Grand Avenue in Downtown Los Angeles. The sun is shining, the cars are speeding, and the lady selling bacon-wrapped hotdogs is already dialing the police because of what you did last time.

Just as you reach to steal another hot dog, you look up at a giant white building with lots of weird holes in it. It looks like three stories of bone spurs, but in a good way.

“The Broad,” you read. “Like Broadway?”

The bacon-hotdog lady pauses her call to correct you. “It’s pronounced ‘Brode.’”

“Oh that’s weird,” you say.

She agrees, then returns to describing your height and clothes to the police. You run, but trip over a weird mount of grass rolling out of the sidewalk. Everyone laughs at you, and you struggle to pick up your dirty dog from the ground before wild birds get to it.

Now open your eyes.

L.A. Zine Fest will be at The Broad this year! And The Daily Egg will be at L.A. Zine Fest this year! Ergo, The Daily Egg will be at The Broad this year!

We are incredibly grateful to be returning to LAZF in 2025. Every zine fest is an opportunity to share stories and build community, but LAZF always feels like the Super Bowl of people making stuff with paper. The fact that it will be at The Broad this year has only made us up our game, so much so that you’ll need to sign a waiver before visiting our table. It’s that extreme. You’re gonna love it.

S’later,

Ed Vaca
tallest intern at The Egg

EVENT: L.A. Zine Fest
Saturday, March 1*
11 a.m. to 5 p.m.
Free Admission

*and Sunday, March 2! But we’ll only be tabling on March 1.

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EARLY BIRD WON’T STOP BRAGGING ABOUT HIS WORM

(TREES, CA) One week after getting his worm, turdus “Gunner” migratorius is still talking about it. The 3-year-old robin stunned his flock last week when he woke up early enough to pluck an earthworm out from the morning dirt. He has not pulled another worm since then.

“It's delicious, it’s nutritious, it’s the greatest thing I’ve ever eaten, by far,” Gunner says from his parent’s nest in the lemon tree. “They say it’s an aphrodisiac. They’re right.”

Despite catching his prey over a week ago, Gunner is taking his time eating it. The worm looks very dead, but it’s impossible to verify under the chalky debris stuck to its flesh. Gunner says the thrill of the kill lingers on, and that he’s savoring every bite while he still can. “The aged flavor is so bold,” he explains. “My taste buds are tweaking knowing that I have literally ended this worm’s bloodline. It’s such a power trip.”

While some in Gunner’s flock applaud his success, others are less supportive. “It’s so obvious he’s never wormed before,” said one bird, who only agreed to speak on the condition of anonymity. “Worms are like shots, okay? Down in one. The fact that he’s nibbling on it is an insult to both the worm and Bird God.”

Another bird, who asked to be credited as “a source close to Gunner,” had similar thoughts. “He’s just a bit of a loser. He’s old as fuck. When I was his age I was pulling caterpillars. Fucking spikes in my beak. I just… if I gave a shit about him, I’d be worried.”

Gunner says he’s not sure when he’ll hunt again, but it won’t be soon. “I can milk this one for another week, at least,” he said. “People need a hero, and I don’t mind being that for them.” ⬤

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