Anyway, this is the sentence that made me laugh out loud with delight: In 'Hammered', it's 2062 and Jenny Casey, the jack-booted thugette on the cover, is a bitter veteran of the wars that have ravaged the earth.
Oh, that's a good note to go to a book launch party on. (Yes, the book launch party is today. Bakka Books, Toronto, 3:00, if you're in the neighborhood.)
Also, it's snooooooooooowing! Yay! We're supposed to get hammered, too. (I will never be able to use that phrase again without cracking up.)
Good gravy, I miss snow.
ETA: In other news, Diane Duane is pissed off about the Hubble, and I don't blame her. It would probably be paranoid of me to think that a neocon agenda to de-emphasize space exploration and science in general could have anything to do with this, wouldn't it?
Yeah, I though it would be paranoid.