elanya

Term is done. This means a fiction binge. This year, I started out with Warren Ellis's Transmetropolitan, which is kind of like Gonzo journalism in The Future. It was fucking fantastic. I read all 60 issues in two days.

Next!

Alas, I cannot see the moon. Samson is wuffing adorably in his sleep. He now lives under my papasan chair. I am hoping that I will be able to settle down soon and create rather than consume fiction. It has been too long since I've had a chance to write in more than ten to twenty minute bursts. i have things that need to be typed. I have a conference paper to compose.

What I really want to do is throw things and swear at people until I discover a Truth that can help start the world changing for the better. If only. If only!