you'll look sweet upon the seat of a tentacle made for two!

Entertaining episode of jo's game last night, fighting off telepathic sky pirates riding giant living balloon-creatures, and uncovering more incursions of evil reptilian skin-infestation. If Snow Owl doesn't stop hitting on me, I'm going to stop reigning in my impulse to stick a psychically high-speed dagger in his groin, and I'm much better at fighting than he is.

Here is a rather entertaining collection of haiku summarising the Nebula winners from way back, by a scary uber-geek with way too much time on her hands and a nicely incisive wit. ("1965 - Dune. Don’t drink the water / You find on desert planets / It will make you God.")

Today I will eradicate the three major flaws of logic in the first ten pages of Chapter 1, or perish in the attempt. < sets jaw >