Total Submission

You must lay down all your joys and whims. None of them may pass with you into publication. All prose and colour, be it visual or verbal, is left at the gates unless you pay the utmost penalty. You shall not pass muster without that total submission. And lo, when your manuscript is taken they say unto you that it shall be judged by your peers, some of whom are not angry for the incidents of Leeds in 2013, and that you must wait.

The weeks, they pass slowly, and the words crumble into dust until at last all queries must be answered with conspicuous delay, and arguments with custard and rhubarb most sharp. If thou dost not comply with the rites so vague, and so laden with pomp, then nothing will fall upon you for all your labours but the peril of the pink slip of rejection. The editor shall place marks of black against your name, and when next the badges of publication are drawn you shall be given the wonky pelican.

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It was a good day. After six and a bit years of massively nonsensical labour, a paper has emerged and been submitted, and all on the eve of the eve of a monumental holiday. What do you do when you get a paper submitted (not guaranteed to be published, just submitted)? Well, you start thinking about the next one, of course! Just what could it be about? Ummm... That's a bit of a difficult question...

Also, in general news not related to aardvarks expect something special from Film Bin for the massively cult film 'Flash Gordon' very very soon. We even had a special guest and some snacks. It went surprisingly well for an endeavour I think we were all a bit nervous about on the Crew. Fortunately even if we do pick up a listener we're sure to lose them again pretty quickly. They only have to listen to any other one of our shows!

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This is the last live blog before the holiday, and all but one of the cover posts is now prepared. It has taken far more effort than I thought possible, and that last one shall be taken care of tomorrow even as the first of the cover posts come out. Maybe in the future the Quirky Muffin will suspend for vacations, but not this time!

As a result these are the last words before departure. We shall close by commemorating the number nine, the letter Q, and by suggesting quite complimentarily in both directions that Brian Blessed is indeed the British William Shatner. Let fly in comments if you disagree.

O.