I think I'll go for a walk.

So after two days of being self-indulgently ill, I wake to discover that a) I'm not, except for an asthma cough, and b) today is the first aniversary of my livejournalling.

12 months of writing crap. That's nice. I still have writer's block, but Xena and the six freetails have long since been released into the wild.

This is really really cool!

Michael Swanwick's Periodic Table of Science Fiction