I realize that this post is nearly a week overdue, and it does not behoove me to neglect mentioning it. Last Sunday was the book signing for William Gibson's latest novel, Zero History. Rather than one of the bookstores a bit closer to home, it was held at Politics and Prose, a small-ish bookstore square in the heart of northwestern Washington, DC. It's reasonably easy to get to by Metro, though you should keep in mind that you'll have a bit of a hike ahead of you. From the Metro station it was about five blocks uphill, not so …
Silly one, such are stories told by conspiracy theorists and science fiction authors to entertain and amuse. It is good to know that the old tales are still being told, though...
Driving home yesterday evening I nearly jumped out of my skin when a bright flash of light reflected in my rearview mirror nearly blinded me, closely followed by what I can best describe as a cartoon-character-gets-zapped sound effect that I heard even through closed windows and the air conditioning going at full blast. In a move that probably says more about my sense of self-preservation than anything else, I threw the TARDIS into park, jumped out, and ran toward the source of the sound - a rapidly descending power company cherrypicker below what used to be a small transformer on the …
