Ins and outs, ups and downs. Out: Name of the Feather, by yours truly, to Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine. In: Things You Don't Want... from Wierd Tales, with a subtle put-down "so what's the point" letter. Since Lee passed Things You Don't Want as wierd-but-good, I'll take the rejection as being a) too literary or something, b) once again, too wierd for Wierd Tales, c) read by people who've never been dragged through that particular type of shitpile; bully for them. Down in the rejection dumps. Up to Denver tomorrow for gaming purposes. Woo Hoo!