We'll have to learn to work around each other, then!

Maybe so! I think it's a funnel-weaver? They're very common here.

Yes, I live in Mirkwood.

Probably I think too much about the local spiders.

Seriously, though, the trash can has a lid tight enough that the raccoons haven't managed to open it. How are prey insects getting in there? This isn't a small spider - it's as long as my thumb, so about 2 inches overall.

Today was a take-trash-to-the-dump day, but I didn't get quite as much done as I'd hoped thanks to the enormous spider that's taken up residence inside the outdoor trash can. I took what I could, but I'd really like to know what it's living on in there. Or maybe I really wouldn't...

I love Asimov's Science Fiction and the magazine's editors. I've published many stories in the magazine. I subscribe to the magazine. Despite that, I'm done with the new MRM owners. This statement is BS. The new owners have squandered the goodwill of their magazines' readers, writers, and fans. 1/

I haven't received this email, but: (1) a book previously listed as part of the settlement has flat out disappeared and (2) although I have a PDF of the corrections which were entered for me (via long phone call) none of them appear on the website.

A daye wythout anachronisme ys lyke Oscar Wilde wythout hys cyberdeck.

Oh, ugh, sorry to hear that.

Success! I spoke to a person in the Anthropic Settlement Ops office and they corrected the allocations for me. I emailed the supporting documents and I think I'm good. Also, the person I spoke to was genuinely helpful - made the process much easier than I'd feared.

(Should add this isn’t necessarily a recommendation. Marsh is homophobic even for her time.)

Not yet. I emailed again yesterday. I also called them and was told I needed to talk to someone in Settlement Ops and that they would call me back. Which they haven't. I'll try again this afternoon.

There's Ngaio Marsh's Singing in the Shrouds, where a serial killer ("the Flower Killer") strews the bodies of his victims with flowers and beads from broken necklaces. Dates from 1959.