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So the Science Friday after Thanksgiving always includes coverage of the latest Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony. (My mother called from her work commute to make sure I knew that she had just turned on the radio and heard the one about life-preserving Italian pizza.) Obviously I tuned in because I wanted to hear how the hour-long condensation had come out. Not only did they include an excerpt from the mini-opera Creatures of Habit, it was the first act, meaning I have now been broadcast on national public radio singing about not shutting up. I got recommended on NPR last summer, but I wasn't audible. I am delighted.
P.S. And then I went downstairs to run an errand and found waiting on the doorstep my contributor's copy of the deluxe signed hardcover of Dreams from the Witch House: Female Voices of Lovecraftian Horror (Dark Regions Press, 2016) edited by Lynne Jamneck. It's slipcased. It's beautiful. My hand's on the signature sheets. My contribution was "All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts," the queer Jewish Innsmouth story I just mentioned was recommended on NPR.


I am extra delighted.
P.S. And then I went downstairs to run an errand and found waiting on the doorstep my contributor's copy of the deluxe signed hardcover of Dreams from the Witch House: Female Voices of Lovecraftian Horror (Dark Regions Press, 2016) edited by Lynne Jamneck. It's slipcased. It's beautiful. My hand's on the signature sheets. My contribution was "All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts," the queer Jewish Innsmouth story I just mentioned was recommended on NPR.



I am extra delighted.

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Thank you! I appreciate them both!