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Free, Free, Set Me Free

33 day rejection from Fortean Times. And so forth.

Back to work today. 'Twasn't too bad regarding jet lag, but we were pretty busy. Turns out Sunday something happened with the printing system on campus; specifically, something happened to the part that handles exchanging money for printouts. It went kablooey, and the closest place a replacement can be found is Arizona.

And, since this is prime printing time what with the papers and researching and the approaching end of the semester, the university decided what they'd have to do is make printing and copying free.

Free. Documents long and short, in black & white or color, on letter-size or legal-size or 11"x17" paper. Free, all free, until the part comes in from Arizona.

We were told not to say anything, but naturally, most folks notice immediately if they don't get charged for that sixty page powerpoint presentation from Econ. So people have been, well, printing. A lot.

Clearly this would've been the day for me to make eighteen copies of my five hundred page manuscript to send out to agents. 'Cept I don't have such a manuscript. Ah well.

Reading: Why, a book of poetry. The Last Oblivion: Best Fantastic Poetry of Clark Ashton Smith. Fantastic indeed. Here, the opening of his eleventy-jillion line opus, "The Hashish Eater; Or, the Apocalypse of Evil":

Bow down: I am the emperor of dreams;
I crown me with the million-colored sun
Of secret worlds incredible, and take
Their trailing skies for vestment when I soar,
Throned on the mounting zenith, and illume
The spaceward-flown horizon infinite.