Well, if you’ve been anywhere near the Intergalactic Medicine Show site, you are now aware that IGMS is on hiatus. First of all, let me assure you: we are still reading submissions; we are still purchasing stories. We’ll be back in June with a new look and new features.
Secondly, I want to clear up the rumors about Edmund’s surgery. It was a shoulder surgery; that’s all. He was not taken to a secret medical laboratory in Alaska and fitted with nanocarbonite underskin. Edmund assures me that the red tinge in his eyes is merely from a lack of sleep, and not from a mini gauss turret installed in his skull. His “conspicuous” absence, so-called, at editorial meetings has nothing to do with the lunar cycle; and further, he has ALWAYS liked his steak that rare.
Really. I don’t know where you people come up with this stuff. Can’t a guy have surgery without his peers and colleagues thinking that a shady post-government agency has vivisected him and replaced his guts with robotic werewolf/vampire parts? Sure, he’s a bit changed after the surgery—but who are we to judge?
Let he who is without sin, or whatever, cast the first stone.
--Scott M. Roberts, Asst.
late night snack Editor