I know that there is a lot of concern about the future of the printed word in this troubled market. Realms of Fantasy is going by the wayside, and apparently HarperCollins has been forced to lay off Collins.
Things are so dire that we must turn to The New Yorker for our Science Fiction fix.
I know you're expecting a punchline here, but there isn't one. Just go enjoy the story. I thought it was delightful.
More later,
Born in the 1900s
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Or: How old am I, really? I’m seeing this a lot of late, and it bugs me. It
bugs me enough that I got out my trusty Chicago Manual of Style, 18th
edition, ...
4 days ago