Which, really, reminds me of:
Which singing then reminds me of:
But if I don’t stop now, at three, I’ll soon find this rabbit-hole to be bottomless.
And Fine Print, which won’t auto-preview, for reasons mysterious-to-me reasons.
Kind of swamped here in Massachusetts this week (literally: it’s the kind of humid here that’s like a sauna), haven’t had time to proper announce that today’s the day, but: today’s the day. Here’s some of the stuff I’ve seen so far:
Which is from the Tor.com offices, I think—just search “Mapping the Interior” in birdland for more like this. But actual words, too: