Pulp Fly is the only publishing house you can’t subdue with a pair of chopsticks

Pulp Fly proprietors wage a never ending battle to keep their self-inflated egos in check. We know, deep down inside, that it is all about the writers, yet our skills at Formula One racing, wing-suited base jumping, F-22 Raptor operation, and mass production of cold fusion reactors the size of playing card decks always seem to get in the way.

So we decided to give the Pulp Fly dot com site a facelift to remind ourselves of what happened to the Hindenburg

facelift

MG signing off (because Mr. Miyagi is still trying)