Today I am off in search of two magazines, neither of which I really intend to buy. See, yet another one of the joys of summer is that I can take the time to read a magazine in the bookstore! Astonishing. One magazine I don’t intend to buy because I’m really only interested in one story and the other I don’t intend to buy because it’s $20. For a magazine. An ah-mazing magazine, but still. Can you guess which is which?
I don’t know how lucky I’ll wind up being in my search, considering Eugene often functions as just a hippified version of podunkville, but I’m going to cross my fingers.