And we're down to the final proofs

One last, good look before going to press.

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Something's coming...

...looks like our printing deadline...omg!!!!!!

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Just one more little tweak...

Our next NQ is coming together now, elements aligning nicely...except for, what's that still on the "To Do" List? Oh, yeah, design the cover. Yeah, people might notice if that's missing...let's think, what to highlight from the magazine? Or maybe we should just pick something pretty 'cause it's summer?

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My, but he was one cool dude

Our copy is in, and we're about to start proofing, and in this short lull between production phases I have a few moments on my hands, which means of course I am trying to figure out the finale of Lost. I know, right? Anyway, here's a few thoughts.

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Copy Deadline

Always a little intense.

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And we got a holiday - will you run away?

What's your preference for May 24th? Heading out to the woods for some trouting? Opening up the cabin for a few rounds of r&c and 120s? Firing up the backyard BBQ and letting the young ones eat as many hot dogs as they want? Hope you have great fun doing what you like. Me, I'm close to home this long weekend, wandering what seems like a quiet city. But I'll have some compensations. First, I'll finally have time to catch the beautiful and talented Alan Doyle in Robin Hood. Second, there's a new issue of Riddlefence on the go, and you just know it's going to be a wicked read. And third, and I really love this, I heard a busker on Water Street yesterday, singing Lady Ga Ga's Telephone, and she was excellent.* Really hope to see her performing over this first of the seasonal holidays.

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*Subliminal message: support the good buskers!

Good manners do work

I saw what must be the politest fender bender this morning. Coming through Rawlin's Cross, a truck started to make an ill-advised (and I think illegal) left turn and whacked into a small black car. Both drivers jumped out immediately.

First man: I don't (bad word) believe it!
Second man: It's my fault. Let's pull over here.

And all was well.
Meanwhile, everyone else driving through the Cross had their eyes on the accident and never checked to see if any pedestrians (me) were on the crosswalk, putting my life in peril like fifty times. But I dodged my way through, on this lovely spring morning.

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