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Domestic Affairs

Under Your Sink Sits a Maintenance Event Nobody Disclosed at Purchase

It is not a hygiene failure. It is a five-to-ten-year putty replacement that shipped with the sink and was never written down.

By Vera Stipple

The Parlour

Grading a Century and a Half of Zombie Paperwork

Fifty-three filings from the cane field, the farmhouse, the shopping mall and the apartment block, sorted by when the events claim to have happened rather than by when somebody got round to printing them — and carrying, over my objection, eighty years of documents in which the zombie is the injured party and 1968 is where the word changed sides.

By Casimir Vane

Domestic Affairs

Editor Locates Hell in the Hamper; This Desk Locates the Thermostat.

You cannot end the laundry. You can stop making decisions inside it: one wash class, one buffer quantity, one identical load, forever.

By Iris Petty

The Parlour

Selected Vampire Readings, and What Would Catch Us Out

A reading list rather than an argument. Eight filings from the register that between them predict most of the rest, and the secondary literature the register was built from — including the books that would catch it out.

By Constance Tally

The Parlour

The Working Canon of Alien Contact, Compiled From the Cinema, Which Would Not Lie to Us

The history of extraterrestrial arrival, assembled from the only archive available. With corrections, and one personnel matter regarding our staff illustrator.

By The Editor

The Kitchen Desk

Forehead Pain Traced to the Roof of the Mouth, Where It Is Actually Happening

It is not caused by how much ice cream you eat. It is caused by how fast, and by where the cold lands. The pain you feel is not happening where you feel it.

By R. Dunmore

Diversions · Puzzle of the Day

The Curse Crossword

Once a month, on the 13th, the crossword loses its manners. The answers are unprintable. The clues, very nearly.

Attempt it →

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