March 18th, 2009


Everyone's Doing It...

<table width='90%' border=1 cellpadding=8 align='center'><tr><td width='1%'><img src='' width=200 height=200></td><td>I am:<blockquote><big><big><b>James Tiptree, Jr. (Alice B. Sheldon)</b></big></big></blockquote>In the 1970s she was perhaps the most memorable, and one of the most popular, short story writers. Her real life was as fantastic as her fiction.</td></tr></table>
<center><p><br><b><a href=''>Which science fiction writer are you?</a></b></p></center>

So I don't write science fiction, but this is me, it is...

I made my way, somehow, to Great Newport St. (There's a new comic shop/ gallery where the Photographers' Gallery used to be.) They were showing the World's Weirdest Comics exhibit that I missed at the ICA. It's a very tiny show, actually, but worth looking at, if you're in the area. I also bought the book, in a fit of insanity...
My knee gave way, and I very nearly fell getting on the bus. The embarrassment makes me crazy.
I saw an old woman in a wheel chair, which she was pedalling. I've never seen one like that before.
I'm quite amazed at just how bad HEROES has become. I really enjoyed the first series, but it's utterly dire now. There also seems to be a lot of really vile intrusive music that I never noticed before, Unless it's just me getting more Roderick Usher-like in my morbid sensitivity. I remain fascinated with Sylar's unfeasably colossal head and megabrows, though, and the eerie resemblace of the dopey cop to a plump Keanu Reeves.
It is too damn warm for March. Fap.
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