My very old, but at the time of purchase quite expensive, printer from the age of the dinosaurs, finally decided to spit out every ink cartridge I attempted to feed it. And yes, it made a lovely mess on the carpet.
So I have a new printer. A much cheaper one. And it prints crooked. Meh. I hope the good folks at the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction have a sense of humour. Of course, the problem would be solved, together with the problem of snail mailing rain forest eating hard copy across the Atlantic, if they started taking e-subs like the rest of the known universe.