Are you the horse? Are you the carriage? Are you the wheel? Are you the baggage?

[sovay]

My poem "Penis Secrets of the Anunnaki" has been accepted by Nightmare Magazine. It was written in the fall, inspired by the conjunction of a line of old-school random-generator e-mail spam with a COVID scare at the theater where spatch works. I imagine the reference was pseudo-scientific conspiracy theory, but I prefer to think in terms of the Mesopotamian underworld.

I did end up transferring one of the three-sentence fics to AO3: "One More Game of Chivalry." It was written to a prompt from theseatheseatheopensea and appears to be the first fic in the archive for The File on Thelma Jordon (1950).

The fundraiser for Autolycus' medical bills is already two-thirds of the way toward its goal. To everyone who has contributed, signal-boosted, or just offered sympathy, thank you.

spatch is in the ER. When last heard from, he was watching Doctor Strange (2016). This is a weird year. [edit] spatch is home from the ER. Still weird.

Comments

[asakiyume]

Saw Spatch post about the ER. Fingers and toes crossed for him.

Very good news, all the other bits.

[sovay]

Saw Spatch post about the ER. Fingers and toes crossed for him.

Thank you. The ER ruled out the scariest things for which he had been referred for stat imaging to a hospital which could not accommodate the referral, hence the ER; he is home and showering and we will monitor the rest. Aaaaargh.

Very good news, all the other bits.

All of that stuff I like!

[rosefox]

Ruling out the scariest things is excellent. Best wishes to him.

[sovay]

Ruling out the scariest things is excellent. Best wishes to him.

Thank you.