Currently reading Harlan Ellison's unfilmed screenplay for I, Robot. As usual, Ellison rants about how Hollywood is stupid, but frankly I don't see that this screenplay is that great, or even good. Granted, this was written back in 1978, but there have been a lot of robot movies since then: Blade Runner, Ghost in the Shell, Bicentennial Man, Animatrix, Spielberg's AI. It's like Philip K. Dick's original Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, when you look at it now, this ground's been covered, it's passe.

Shaving your girlfriend's head does odd things to a fanboy's mind. It was her idea. Images flash: Delerium of the Endless, David Lynch's Bene Gesserit, Sinead O'Connor. Britney.

Currently reading Peter F. Hamilton's The Neutronium Alchemist and The Naked God.

Saw the Watchmen movie last week, loved it. Bought the trade paperback the day after. The purists tend to sneer at Snyder, but I'm glad I saw the movie before I read the comics.

I'm going through my old journals, typing them up on the computer and consigning the hardcopies to the flames.