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I can't help but notice that there are Braille labels appended to all the buttons in the elevator except for the one I work on -- what have they got up there that they don't want blind people to know about?

In Soviet Russia, Book Launches You!

I don't know exactly how it is that in this decade of my life I seem to have so many friends and acquaintances who are writers; but the advantage on't is, I get invited to a lot of readings and launch parties. Tonight was Dave Nickle's for Rasputin's Bastards. I haven't read it yet, but I have read his first novel, Eutopia, and I need to write about it sometime. The event was at Rasputin's Vodka Lounge, a joint that lives up to its name: I am presently as drunk as I ever get, which is to say I've had two stronger-than-they-tasted drinks and not a lot of food, and I'm a bit unsteady on my legs and chattier than usual. Hoping a glass of water before I sleep will be enough to make me functional at work tomorrow (also, they served some really good dill pickles with the hors-d'oevres, which may help.) Did a lot of chatting with handful_ofdust, who was in her element (absinthe). The washrooms had a nice line in "you're drunk, get a cab" adverts.)I won a copy of Dave's short-story collection from a couple of years back, Monstrous Affections. I was told by people who seemed to know what they were talking about that I should submit 'The Emmet' to Ellen Datlow, which is.... a very high compliment.