Sleep among the tetrapods. (With bonus slumbering elephants)
The Eccleston/Izzard/Jacobi version of Middleton's Revenger's Tragedy. Craaaaaaaaaaaaack. (Although I had to watch it with subtitles on, because dude, Christopher, swallow the dialogue much?
Planet possibly imaged around a sunlike star.
David Foster Wallace, as most of you already know, is dead, the victim of an apparent suicide. A great sadness, of course, though I wonder if to him it came as a relief. His brilliance will be missed.
I'm starting to get itchy to be at work again, which is sort of nice. I hope it holds out after VP.
And that it brings some ideas with it fairly soon.