The cover of this issue looks like one of those painted-planet sets from Star Trek (the first one). There’s a guy with brown spots on his legs and his ass, and a girl with a big butterfly painted over her eyes. There’s a poem in here called “The Day I Ate Jupiter” and it is, incredibly, about someone who literally ate Jupiter. Another poem informs us that “Estonian witches ride on canister vacs,” because, “it’s hard for them to straddle those upright Hoovers.” And there’s a brilliant “On Writing” essay in which the great Robert Sawyer reveals how he gets his computer to help create his Nebula-Award winning fiction: “Every few minutes, I do a word count to see how much more work I have to do before I can knock off for the day.” Hold on a minute while I do a word count here – I have to see if I’ve done enough work to knock off for the day so I can run out and buy Robert Sawyer’s latest novel.
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