Speaking as a member of the Stock Exchange, I would suck their brains out with a straw, sell the widows and orphans, and go into South American zinc.

Just received a brief note from Dash, editor of Expanded Horizons, acknowledging receipt of The Test. So much of this business is reduced to form letters of rejection, with a lot time spent waiting and wondering about the status of this submission or that, so it's nice to get an update. It's courtesy. That's how to run things, I think...if, god forbid, I should ever end up in some editorial capacity, I'd want to do the same.

Speaking of nice things, Anne over at Ample Sanity has been directing a fair chunk of traffic my way, so do give her a gander. And if she doesn't like geese, have a look at her site.

Now: I shall retire to the water closet and pummel my torso and thighs with a silver-trimmed tortoiseshell hairbrush, to teach myself to avoid such atrocious not-puns.