by Mary Robinette Kowal
Character Flu
by Robert Reed
Toaster of the Gods
by Randall Coots

Art by Jan Dennison
Music by Norm Sherman, Bernard Pagnotti, Sara Ayers, Gringo Motel, Brian Taylor
I do this already and without even the added incentive of perfect toast.Muse of Chaos wrote: It's a small price to pay for perfect toast indeed.
You have probably heard Evil Robot Monkey on Escape Pod - it was among the Hugo nominees last year and EP runs the hugo nominees every year.Goldenrat wrote:A solid outing this week. I probably liked Charachter Flu the best. Toaster of the Gods got me hungry for toast but now I see that I have no bread. Argh! I had heard Evil Robot Monkey somehwere before. How cool was it to switch over to Escape Pod after Drabblecast to hear more wacky Norm?! Awesome!
Hey. you'll be having all the girls swooning over your British accent.Phenopath wrote:Ugh, the only reason that I post to the dribblecast is because I am confident that nobody is listening![]()
Thanks for the reply. I get it now. That does help me get the point.Phenopath wrote:I liked the Evil Robot Monkey story best of all. Would you rather be a smart monkey in a cage, or a stupid monkey in a cage?
Now there's a mental image.tamarbucks wrote:Its time to prostate before the stove.
Well, at least a cheese-grater is a very personal and strong reaction. If you got under the editor's skin that much, it's a good sign. Way better than a badly written form letter like "We regret to have to inform you that we will be declining acceptance of your story at this time." Ones like this tend to bug me (and I have gotten ones like this)--if you're going to send the same sentence to hundreds of people a month, why not take 2 minutes and make it a meaningful sentence:Travelin Corpse Feet wrote:The first two were kind of "eh," but "Toaster of The Gods" made my day even though I'm not sure if the Ren-and-Stimpy-esque background music was too much of a good thing, or just enough. "Toaster" is the kind of story I begin to write and then end up stopping for fear that an angry fiction editor will flip out and run my knuckles over a cheese grater.