My Clarion West classmate Tina Connolly (that's Tuna on the three-Tina system) has a story in The Town Drunk this week, a light-hearted bit of meta-fiction about horror writing with quite possibly the best first four lines in the history of short fiction:

"The virile mutant werewolf was ravenous again. On the prowl, he searched for a hapless victim. Nubile girls in tiger-striped lingerie were his first choice. But anyone would do."

They also just bought my sister's short-short story, "Crow."

Between these two selections, this is clearly a market edited by people with excellent taste.

....oh, and Tina assures me that she wrote the story two years ago, long before she met me, thus ruling out the possibility that the writer who just moved to Miami and has a penchant for pulpy horror is a fictionalization of anyone she may know in real life.

Although, granted, the fact that he is described as being pudgy, balding and generally screwed-up rather than as tall, handsome and witty would have made that clear.