Don't eat the yellow snow.

Certainly good advice...

Currently listening to Frank Zappa - he's odd, and I like it.

It makes a change from the constant Dylan I've been subjecting myself to over the last few days. It's very easy to get pulled into a severe Dylan binge, I find. But then, I have the means...

I got my copy of the Taj Mahal Review the other day. In case you're not familiar with the TMR, let me fill you in: I don't know anything about it either, but they published a story of mine (which I might post on this thing soon. I'm sure I can put link to things off the page. Can't I? Blogmaster! Help Me! Oh, God, it's pitiful. I can't even post pictures! Technophobe, no. Techno-useless-bastard, yes!) (And I don't know how to put hyperlinks in either *hint*hint*)

I seem to be coming down with illness, disease and plague. I managed to survive all last week when Sarah was dying of the common cold, but an hour in the pissing rain followed by five hours in wet clothes on a bus and the bugs have kicked down the doors to my defensive system. Bastards.

Anyway, I'm sure there's some practical application I could be putting this computer to ("Brain the size of a planet and he uses me for blogging..." etc) apart from this so I think I'll fork orf and seek out the chalky dust of the love salmon...