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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Email Spag's Email Spaggotry
« Last post by SpagbardCeline on May 24, 2013, 07:05:01 AM »
Available as word document (Italics intact)

Kallisti: Or How I Found Goddess
By Episkopos Phi'phy Pho'psy, K.S.C., L.S.D.




I
Anna Plurabelle appears, and speaks.
“I feel... funny, like I’m a ghost and don’t even need food,” she says. “I’ve barely been able to get any in my mouth lately – it seems so... alien."
Is she doing anything about it?
“I'm doing nothing,” Anna continues. “Well, I'm adjusting.”
Is it negatively affecting her well-being?
“Not yet,” she says, “but I suspect it soon shall. But I'm not worried. I don't mind at all!”
Maybe there's some spiritual, or psychic, force working on her...
“Yes,” Plurabelle exclaims! “In fact, I think I've contracted some sort of... virus, from reading Principia Discordia. It's left me with a strong, foreboding feeling.”
Constantly? Concurrently?
“Yes,” she responds. “Unknown Horrors await. All your fears impending... in the future.”

II
The sun shines brightly.
(looks at Anna Plurabelle)
Beautiful. And so elegant.
She looks like every woman I've ever loved, and more. She looks like every woman worth loving – no, she proves every woman is worth loving. I can see every color in her hair, and her skin is glowing; radiating light like... like... the moon: Luna.
Is she the moon, Luna? Is she? Yes. Yes, she is.
Am I the sun? Am I? No. No, I am... human?
She is married to Earth: Gaia.
Anna asks, “May I tell you of our union?"
Please.
Plurabelle closes her eyes, depersonalizes and speaks, “There was a time, long ago, before identification of constellations as personifications of celestial relations; before animals ever recognized themselves in reflections; before we identified merda with waste; when our moon, Luna, married our planet, Gaia; the sun, Sol, serving as witness; they began a new life together, and soon adopted twenty-three beautiful children: adorable amino acids orphaned by a dying satellite, from only-God-knows-when and only-God-knows-where, into Gaia’s tides, for her and Luna to nurture and endow with motherly affection – and with the help of Sol, one of their earliest friends, fatherly guidance; for their precious children meant worlds to them, and still do; though some have grown to believe themselves independent and self-reliant, their parents, Gaia and Luna (and Sol, who’s developed a warm spot for them), continue to care for all their children – even those ungrateful for their daily help – because that’s what good parents do, and these two vowed to spend the rest of their lives together; two heavenly bodies, slow-dancing through time and space, against all odds and probabilities.”
She finishes and opens her eyes.
(stunned)

III
Who is this woman? I can see her, but I'm not just looking at her. I'm looking through her. Worse: I can feel her looking through me. And inside me.
(shudders)
Anna Plurabelle smiles.
Did she just wink? What does she know that I don't? And what was she talking about earlier? Ghosts? What did she mean by Impending Horrors? What book did she say she read? Did she start this? Can she stop it?
Can it be stopped at all?
“I suppose that's up for me to decide,” Anna says. “I feel like I'm under a spell – yet, I retain some control. I'm floating in a drunken trolley, which I can exit at certain times."
Where's it going?
“Exactly,” she replies. “I don't know. There’s no engineer; it’s operating itself. I think manual override is in another dimension entirely! So, I’ve been trying to reach my hands into the fabric of spacetime... if the universe is really made of vibrating strings of energy, I'm going to pluck them to make music.” Plurabelle spins in a circle, jokingly strumming an airharp.
That's string theory?
“It’s like I'm caught at the end of some supernatural bow,” she continues, “played by some invisible hand. It's willing me towards whichever notes He – She, or whatever it is – wishes to hear. I feel like I might be able to control it, but I'm choosing not to.” Anna Plurabelle smiles brilliantly. “I wear the shoes of fate; aren't they lovely?” She giggles and twirls in place, playfully kicking her feet in front of her. “May I ask you a somewhat... personal, question?”
Hit me, baby.
Anna asks – grinning – eyes wide shut, “Did you know that God’s name is Eris, and that he’s a girl?”
(laughs)
No, I didn’t. Isn’t Eris the reason Pluto isn’t a planet anymore?
“Well he’s a girl, and his name is Eris,” she proclaims.
Except, I don’t believe in God.
“But you must have faith,” Anna Plurabelle cries! “All is lost without faith! I sure feel sorry for you if you don't have faith.” Her eyes begin to moisten.
I have faith... just not in God.
She warns, “Don’t you know what happens to those who deny Goddess?”
Probably the same thing that happens to those who affirm Goddess!
Anna laughs and smiles.
Her reputation precedes her. Her enemies are many, but her friends are legion. I've heard her called a liar, a prankster and a teacher – by the same person. She's definitely... funny. Didn't she say she feels funny?
“Yes,” she responds, grinning back.
Is she helping me with something?
“Of course I am, you silly fnord,” Plurabelle responds playfully.
But with what? What was she saying about God? That her name is Eris? I don't even believe in God. I'm a biological reductionist. All phenomena – including consciousness – can be explained by neuronal and chemical activity. All mysticism is malarkey. It's the human tendency to impose meaning on symbols, dogmatized. I’d love to explore spiritual realms, and I want to believe in extra-dimensional, transcendental beings... but I take my beliefs too seriously. I act smart but I’m The Fool. What I know won’t matter when I’m dead. But, what I do, might. So what’s the best way to live life? Is there an absolute truth about life after death? Can it even be known? I don't want to fool myself, but I want to believe in something, and I don't want it to be what others have already found. I want Truth to reveal herself to me. Revelation.

IV
(smiles and looks up at Anna Plurabelle)
She couldn’t really have caught a virus by reading a book; or could she? Is it contagious? Was it the story she told me of Gaia and Luna? Or maybe that thing about the Goddess of Discord? I might already have it, whatever it is. Am I part of it now?
How deep does this go? All the way to the top?
How can I help her? Whom should I blame?
“Whomever pleases you most,” she jokes. “God is like... an octopus; and I am one of her many tentacles, in a dark, vast and starry sea.”
Couldn't there be more than one God? With multiple tentacles connecting to one another?
“Well, I suppose there could be,” Anna replies. “But I'm just one tentacle, and I play my role well. I’m actually starting to enjoy it. I figure life's too short – so why worry?”
Future Horrors – that's why. Future Horrors.
Plurabelle’s tentacle might be able to avert them.
Why did she stop smiling?
Anna Plurabelle begins laughing, menacingly. The clouds darken; the voice of God, Thunder, booms overhead. “I suppose if my tentacle has a will, it ought to act on it,” she utters hoarsely. A shadow falls across her face, and then another across her body. Only her mouth remains illuminated.
“And it has,” she says. “That’s why I‘m here. I've chosen you tonight,” she emphasizes ominously. Her voice trails off in an echo.
I'm chosen for what?
(realizes)
Future Horrors: they’re here... am I... some sort of sacrifice? Alas... Nobody lives forever. Might as well get it over with. I knew it would come to this. Resistance is futile.
Oh, what cowardly thoughts I have before death!
... And what is taking her so long?
The clouds part. Anna Plurabelle smiles and turns away, leaving. “I should get going,” she says. “I feel the trolley gaining speed.”
(watches her walk away)
Her hair bounces so gracefully; and her hips, they sway so rhythmically.
I... I think I love her.
She’s walking away.
(cries out: “I love you!”)
“I love you!" The first words I’ve ever spoken to her. What’s there more to say, anyway?
Anna Plurabelle looks back, grinning. “I know,” she replies.
When will I see you again?
Disappearing into the distance, Anna answers, “Whenever you seek the core of argument!”
The core of argument...
(finally realizes)
The Golden Apple of Discord! Kallisti! Paris was wrong (again) – it doesn’t belong to Venus or Aphrodite... Eris is the fairest! The Queen of Strife! The apple was hers to begin with!

 
V
A force is pulling me backwards.
(panics)
(sees self from above, sleeping in a bed; calms)
(submerges astral body into material body; feels awakened)
(looks at digital clock)
Time scrambles past.
It's malfunctioning.
(notices eleven fingers; flips the light switch)
The room remains dark.
I'm lucid!
I’m dreaming!
(gets out of bed; goes downstairs)
(lets dogs outside; remembers they’ve died)
But they’re alive now!
(goes upstairs; crawls into bed)
(hypnagogically hallucinates; succumbs to dream world)
The sun rises.
(crawls out of bed)
Digital digits still spin on the clock, like reels flipping in a slot machine.
I feel like I’ve hit the jackpot, but I’ll lose this feeling whenever I fall asleep again... whenever I dream again. If I wake in the morning, I will be an entirely new person. And Gods willing, I will dream and wake again. Again and again.
Do you hear me?
Wake up!
Siriusly. Close your eyes, concentrate hard...
And wake up!










Episkopos Phi'phy Pho'psy, Keeper of the Sacred Chao and Lector of Secular Discord, is Lone Priest of Crocodylus Pontifex, the one true cabalistic disorganization of the High Church of Our Lady Eris, Goddess of Discord, the fairest and prettiest of all.
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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Email Spag's Email Spaggotry
« Last post by SpagbardCeline on May 24, 2013, 07:03:17 AM »
Fnord Finder (Puzzle)
By Episkopos Phi'phy Pho'psy, K.S.C., L.S.D.




A puzzling part of Operation Mindfuck: besides beginning with the letter A, what do all these words have in common?


 
•   aberrations
•   accelerations
•   accessories
•   acerbities
•   adulterations
•   adverbials
•   adversaries
•   adversities
•   advertisement
•   aerialist
•   aeries
•   aerobics
•   aerodynamics
•   aeronautics
•   afterbirths
•   afterimages
•   afterlives
•   agglomerations
•   allegories
•   allergies
•   alliterations
•   alterations
•   altercations
•   alternations
•   amateurish
•   ambergris
•   ancestries
•   aneurism
•   anniversaries
•   antibacterials
•   antiperspirants
•   aperitifs
•   apothecaries
•   appertains
•   aromatherapist
•   arteries
•   arterioles
•   arteriosclerosis
•   ascertains
•   asperities
•   aspersions
•   assertions
•   assertiveness
•   asterisk
•   asteroids
•   asymmetries
•   atmospherics
•   austerities
•   aversions

















Hints:

 
•   beriberis
•   bowdlerise
•   careerism
•   cauterise
•   cerise
•   characteristic
•   cherish
•   computerise
•   consumerism
•   derision
•   feverish
•   gibberish
•   hucksterism
•   imperishable
•   impoverish
•   isomerism
•   liverish
•   mannerism
•   mesmerise
•   pauperism
•   periscope
•   perish
•   peristalsis
•   peristyle
•   pulverise
•   spinsterish
•   spoonerism
•   tenderise
•   tigerish
•   verisimilitude
•   volunteerism

Further Hint: see Fnord Finder (Program)
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Intermittens written submissions / FnordFinder
« Last post by SpagbardCeline on May 24, 2013, 07:02:15 AM »
Fnord Finder (Program)
By Episkopos Phi'phy Pho'psy, K.S.C., L.S.D.




“Fnord” finding program (CC BY-NC 3.0) written in C on Prickle-Prickle, Discord 11th, YOLD 3178. Given a wordlist, this program will output all the words containing the inputted fnord/string. If all the letters of the user-inputted fnord/string appear chronologically, or sequentially, in a word from the wordlist, it's printed to the screen. For example: “clove,” “explosive” and “meatloves” contain the fnord “love”; “monastery” contains “monster”; “whorled” contains “world.”

/*
** GNU/LINUX INSTRUCTIONS
** Navigate to the directory with fnord-finder.c and compile using gcc:
** gcc -o fnord-finder.bin fnord-finder.c
**
** Launch from command line while passing a wordlist to the program:
** ./fnord-finder.bin $(</usr/share/dict/words)
**
** Wait for the program to load the wordlist. When it finishes, it will output
** “What fnord are you searching for?” You then type the fnord/word you want to
** find and hit Enter.
**
** To find words that appear sequentially within others, like "love" in "glove"
** or “hat” in “chat,” simply use grep:
** cat /usr/share/dict/words | grep love
**
** BUGS
** Submit any to spacepope@crocodyluspontifex.com
**
** EXAMPLE
** [user@host:~/fnord-finder]$ ./fnord-finder.bin $(</usr/share/dict/words)
** What fnord are you searching for? illuminati
** illuminating
** illumination
** illuminations
*/
//FILENAME: fnord-finder.c
#include <stdio.h>
#include <string.h>

int main(int argc, char** argv)
{
  char line[23];
  int fnord[23];
  int eris;
  int i, j, k;
  printf("What fnord are you searching for? ");
  fgets(line, sizeof(line), stdin);
  for(i = 1; i < argc; ++i)
  {
    eris = 0;
    for(j = 0; j < strlen(argv); ++j){
      for(k = 0; k < strlen(line) - 1; ++k) {
        if(fnord[0] == 0) {
          if(argv[j] == line[0]) {
            fnord[0] = 1;
            eris += 1;
            k = strlen(line);
          }
        }
        else {
          if(fnord[eris - 1] == 1 && fnord[eris] == 0) {
            if(line[eris] == argv[j]) {
              fnord[eris] = 1;
              eris += 1;
              k = strlen(line);
            }
          }
        }
      }
    }
    if(fnord[strlen(line) - 2] == 1) { printf("%s\n",argv); }
    for(k = 0; k < strlen(line) - 1; ++k) { fnord[k] = 0; }
  }
  return(0);
}
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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Email Spag's Email Spaggotry
« Last post by SpagbardCeline on May 24, 2013, 07:00:38 AM »
Word File (with correct Italics) available on request.

Discord in The Dark Tower: Ka and the Chao
By Episkopos Phi'phy Pho'psy, K.S.C., L.S.D.




Unbeknownst to most, discord has been creeping its way into popular culture. In The Truman Show, directed by Peter Weir, a light bulb labeled Sirius falls from the sky outside Truman's house. In Blade Runner, the film adaptation of Philip K. Dick's Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, the “replicants” kill twenty-three people during their escape to earth. In The Matrix Reloaded, directed by the Wachowski brothers, Neo can select twenty-three people to rebuild Zion after its destruction. And in One Hour Photo, directed by Mark Romanek, 23 appears on the digital customer queue behind Sai the Photo Guy. Beyond Hollywood, novels and businesses are, perhaps unknowingly, including references to Discordianism. In the Harry Potter novels, a major antagonist is a magician named Sirius Black, and in the real-world, a Taiwanese electronics manufacturer even named a mobile phone after the Goddess of Discord herself, the HTC Eris. Concluding the meaning of, and the reasons for, these Discordian synchronicities is beyond the scope of the author’s present examination. Rather, what follows is an exploration of how the 20th-century, American Discordian tradition manifests within novelist Stephen King's Dark Tower series.
   Prolific horror author Stephen King is, by all accounts, a commercial success. His cultural relics include Carrie, Cujo, It, The Green Mile, The Running Man and The Shining, all novels which were made into Hollywood films. But his self-proclaimed magnum opus, The Dark Tower series, hasn't seen the big screen, probably because it’s published across seven books and over four thousand pages long. King’s masterpiece, The Dark Tower, is an epic hero journey chronicling a gunslinger's quest to redeem himself and save the decaying worlds around him. Drawing on classic western motifs and weird science fiction, King creates an awesome and impressive universe for his readers to inhabit with The Dark Tower novels.
   The most obvious connection between The Dark Tower and Discordianism is Discordia. To Erisians of all denominations, Discordia is the Latin name of the Greco-Roman Goddess Eris, a sexy personification of chaos and worldly strife. But to Constant Readers of King, it’s a castle near the edge of End-World, Castle Discordia, that contains hundreds of magical doorways which open up to different worlds and times. Furthermore, an on-line computer game, based on The Dark Tower series and hosted on King's website, is named Discordia.
   Throughout The Dark Tower, the Law of Fives – that “all things are somehow directly or indirectly appropriate to 5” – is observed. In the Fifth book of the series (surprise!), an army of robots kidnap children every twenty-three years, and all good Discordians know that twenty-three is the holiest of holy numerical relations to Five.[1] The first book of the series, The Gunslinger, is told in Five parts. And in the graphic novel adaptation of the Dark Tower, of which King serves as creative director, the first "chapter" is written across Five story arcs. The second chapter of The Dark Tower graphic novels is not only written across Five story arcs, but each story arc itself is Five issues (comics) in length.
   Throughout the books, the protagonist of the story, Roland Deschain, travels primarily with three others and a talking pet: a gang of Five.[2] And Roland's earlier gang, described in King's fourth Dark Tower book, is also Five in number.[3] These gangs, “ka-tets” bound by fate, are held together by a cosmic current King calls Ka, which is some kind of mix between destiny and karma. King's Ka bears similarity to Discordianism's Chao, the smallest divisible unit of chaos in the universe, known too for imposing great influence upon peoples and worlds all around. To Discordians, Ka comes through the Chao; to Constant Readers, the Chao comes through Ka – regardless, both are eternal, turning wheels, bestowing boons on man while trampling unpredictably on their plans.
   Ka's as good a time as any to discuss kōans. Anerists[4] allege (wrongly) that Discordianism is merely a collection of funny kōans, or nonsensical and paradoxical Zen riddles. Even if so, riddles are featured in the third and fourth books of the Dark Tower series, when Roland and his ka-tet are nearly killed by a talking, riddling train. Riddling is a well-respected tradition in the Dark Tower universe; like Discordianism, it's more than just fun and games. Riddles can be the hodge or the podge; eristic or aneristic; disorderly or orderly – represented in The Dark Tower as The Red and The White: agents of evil and good, respectively.
   Throughout the books, Roland Deschain travels in search of the "Dark Tower," an ancient, magical nexus of worlds, built tall of black stone. His world has "moved on," becoming decrepit and desolate, and he hopes to somehow revert and revive the worlds around him from decaying further by reaching the tower. This tower, the Dark Tower of The Dark Tower series, has allegorical and metaphorical significance beyond King's specific narrative (which the present author won't spoil herein).
   The tower, standing tall within a field of thousands and thousands of roses, symbolizes the “alchemical marriage” of the Rosicrucians: linga (the active, male principle) and yoni (the receptive, female principle) bedded together.[5] Through the union of linga and yoni – known otherwise as copulation, intercourse, or fucking – one plus one does not always equal two, but sometimes three or more. This alchemical marriage between man and woman is our only known method of reproduction, without which, everybody we know and love would literally go extinct. Sex has the unique ability to create new life; through the union of two comes three: a newborn, the future of mankind. King doesn't stress this allegory in the series, but any armchair psychologist will agree that erect, monolithic structures are phallic, and budding flowers vaginal, to the human psyche. The Dark Tower, amongst the roses, represents eternal, cosmic coitus, by forces beyond mankind's understanding.
   From a more Discordian perspective, the Dark Tower represents our pineal glands,[6] through which we can communicate a-temporally and non-locally with Eris herself, as described in the first holy book of discord, the Principia Discordia.[7] The different reality tunnels we can travel to, and through, are represented by the field of roses surrounding the Dark Tower. King describes each rose as containing a glowing orb that radiates magnificent light from its center. King confirms each of these glowing orbs is its own universe. They are the different reality tunnels we can inhabit by visiting the Dark Tower – our pineal glands, through which Eris speaks different and conflicting truths to everyone.
   The final connections between Discordianism and Stephen King's Dark Tower series the present author will elucidate regards Roland's nemesis. An antagonist of many disguises (Marten Broadcloak, Walter o'Dim, Randall Flagg), his most infamous is The Man in Black, mentioned in the first sentence of the first book: "The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed." Roland hopes to defeat The Man in Black, an evil magician, to locate the Dark Tower.
   King relates this magician, Marten/Walter/Randall, with a monstrosity of early 20th-century horror author H.P. Lovecraft: Nyarlathotep, otherwise known as The Black Man.[8] Nyarlathotep is one of the archaic, abominable horrors that compose the Great Old Ones in Lovecraft's horror mythos. In the Dark Tower series, King uses Great Old Ones to describe an advanced civilization of the past. Another of Lovecraft's Great Old Ones, Cthulhu, appears in Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea's The Illuminatus! Trilogy as Leviathan, a gigantic sea-beast of biblical proportions.
   The Illuminatus! Trilogy, another holy book of discord, features a black mass created by THE BEAST 666 – known otherwise as the Anti-Christ, A.C, or Aleister Crowley – who The Man in Black recites in the graphic novel adaptation of the Dark Tower.[9] Not only that, in the first book, The Man in Black throws Tarot for Roland, and Five books later, it's recommended Roland take Route 93. Ninety-three is a number of THE BEAST 666, and the Book of Tarot is one of his many devices: a corny, aneristic attempt to impose order on the chaos of the universe.
   When the Man in Black cries out – “All Hail the Crimson King!” – this present author only hears another more familiar, more holy, Five-word salute: one to Our Lady Eris, the Goddess of Discord and Queen of Strife... the most self-evident Godhead known yet to manifest. Eris looks at The Man in Black, The Dark Tower, and all her other creations, and is pleased. So on the seventh day, she rests... a beauty sleeping her beauty sleep. Hail Eris! All Hail Discordia!





Episkopos Phi'phy Pho'psy, Keeper of the Sacred Chao and Lector of Secular Discord, is Lone Priest of Crocodylus Pontifex, the one true cabalistic disorganization of the High Church of Our Lady Eris, Goddess of Discord, the fairest and prettiest of all.


Notes
1.   23 → 2 + 3 = 5; see “23 enigma” on the Free Encyclopedia.
2.   Eddie, Jake, Oy, Roland, Susannah.
3.   Alain, Cuthbert, Jamie, Roland, Thomas.
4.   Worshipers of Aneris, sister of Eris and Goddess of (Apparent) Order.
5.   Shiva the Destroyer and Shakti the Divine Mother. (Decoded: penis and vagina)
6.   ofgilead (2013, January 26). The Dark Tower. Message posted to David Icke's Official Forums. (https://www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?t=234587)
7.   Ravenhurst, Lord Omar Khayyam, and Malaclypse the Younger. Principia Discordia: Or How I Found Goddess And What I Did To Her When I Found Her; the Magnum Opiate of Malaclypse the Younger, Wherein Is Explained Absolutely Everything Worth Knowing About Absolutely Anything. 4th ed. Port Townsend, WA: Loompanics Unlimited, 1990. Page 15.
8.   According to Lovecraft, Nyarlathotep wanders the earth in different forms, one of which is The Black Man: a hairless, hoofed man, dark black with Caucasian features.
9.   The scripter of the graphic novel adaptation, Peter David, joins a growing list of graphic novelists to directly reference THE BEAST 666 in their work. Others include Neil Gaiman (The Sandman), Mike Mignola (Hellboy), and Alan Moore (V for Vendetta).
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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Editors thread for IM11
« Last post by PlacidDingo on May 24, 2013, 06:52:40 AM »
Rat/Bwana;

I was hoping to get most submissions in within a week of announcement then a magazine done by the end of second week.

I've had to spend less time on this because of suddenly being employed (how the fuck did that happen?) so I'm still x-posting some of the stuff from the email.

I'm playing it as 'Submissions are ongoing' so that the editor can choose what to take, right up to day of release. And then after that hopefully there's enough left over that whoever chooses to do the next one will have a wide selection to pick from. I'm kind of trying to set myself up in a production role, as I've got a lot to do with my own project, but wanted to leverage the connections I made traveling recently, to produce something creative and collaborative.

Enki:
I think Cram's keen to edit this one, (I had this whole thing about not wanting to do two in a row) so if you want to collaborate there, see what his plans are. Otherwise, that could be rad for #12.
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I shared Dark Elves on Facebook when I saw it on Tumblr, it got some strong responses.
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Intermittens image submissions / Re: Exploitables
« Last post by High Priest on May 23, 2013, 06:50:33 PM »
I decided to (re)create something like this I started making a year ago. I never intended it to be a fill-in-the-blanks but it works well with it I think. Higher-resolution version here.

Feel free to take the idea/text and recreate/reformat it however would work best in IM11. Edit: licensed CC BY-NC 3.0, attribute to Eris

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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Editors thread for IM11
« Last post by enkiv2 on May 22, 2013, 06:31:49 PM »
I'm happy to do copy editing on the slush pile. I'm not sure if I'm up to layout, but I'll give it a try. I'm stuck at home all week.
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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Editors thread for IM11
« Last post by Bwana Honolulu on May 22, 2013, 06:38:14 AM »
We met the deadline already? The tumblr posting said "two weeks" and is from the 9th of May...
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Intermittens written submissions / Re: Editors thread for IM11
« Last post by Ratatosk on May 21, 2013, 03:40:07 PM »
Hey! Just saw this on FB. Still time for submissions, or are you down to editing now? I saw the deadline was a week ago so I thought I'd ask first!

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