It's not every day one of my coworkers knocks on my door and offers me a lightly used HP color printer. Especially since when I hadn't asked for one. Now, I know she didn't want to bother with hauling it downstairs and my office was right there, but still. Now my office is rich with color printerly goodness.
Here's a shirt I'm going to have to buy soon, if only for the stares it will bring. For they will be reminded to go to the dentist.
Oh, some actual writing news. Where'd I put that? Oh, yes. In a response to a query, I learn:
"[H. P. Lovecraft's Magazine of Horror is] not accepting any new submissions for the foreseeable future."Fine, that last is neither random nor good. Details, details, sayz I.