I've had a list of some seriously stupid rejection letters in my time, but during the Christmas season, I got a dose of WHAT?! First one came right before Christmas. It was a big, fat no. And then, from the very same magazine, another letter showed up wishing me and everybody who'd submitted a story a Merry Christmas.... .......... .......... .......... The second letter came from a magazine who usually likes my stuff, but ever since the magazine hooked up with another one, it's been one rejection after another. "Too different" was the implication. While I'm sitting there refusing to conform, I get another letter requesting me to vote for this magazine. NEVER! A few days later, a request to buy the magazine. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You stupid magazine, you can go straight to where you're headed for all I care.
If you haven't heard of La Pascualita, it's a big mannequin down in Chihuahua, Mexico. She stands in the window of a bridal shop. The woman she was patterned after was the daughter of the bridal shop owner. The woman died on her wedding day. Some say spider bite, scorpion sting, and even suicide. The woman's mother went into mourning for a while and closed the shop. When the shop finally reopened, the dead bride was standing in the shop as the new mannequin. Rumors went floating around that the mannequin was actually the woman's corpse because her eyes would follow people as they passed down the street. Even the people who dressed her said she was real. Hearing from a real mortician, if there was a corpse under there, she would have rotted and stunk like all get out. Her limbs would have been falling off. Her head is obviously plastic. That is a real mannequin, and a very artful one at that. People freak about how real the hands look. You get people like Leonardo da Vi