Apparently all they want are demented madmen running around in ski masks hacking up young virgins

I am sick. I don't even seem to have the same bug as derspatchel—he spent Sunday through Tuesday coughing like a consumptive, I just have a viciously sore throat and more of a fever than my thermometer felt like telling me. (According to it, I've been running cold since last night. According to the doctor's office, respectable fever. I wonder what that means last night's minor fever really was.) I have actual doctor's orders to drink lots of liquids and do nothing. I'm trying.

1. My poem "After the Red Sea" has been accepted by Goblin Fruit. It has Yiddish in it. I don't know if it's speculative or not. It is one of the recent poems about which I feel most strongly and I am very glad it has a home. That is one of the things it is about.

2. rose_lemberg and shweta_narayan have something to say about editor confidentiality.

3. Even after I signed off the internet last night, I couldn't get anything done, so I lay on the couch with a loudly purring cat in my arms and watched Fright Night (1985). Comments below adapted from stream-of-consciousness sleep-starved e-mail I sent handful_ofdust around four in the morning. I didn't sleep very much at all.

( That is a character in a movie! )

I had no idea there were any photographs of onna-bugeisha. fleurdelis28 found this one for me. I think I'm going to lie down now.