And I, my Lord - may I say nothing?

Wouldn't it be marvellous if the child born from 21-year old sperm developed the cultural tastes appropriate to the original date of ejaculation and ended up developing a retro obsession with Scissor Sisters, Franz Ferdinand and Art Brut in the 2020s?
On a related note, it was realised at 666inmyheart's post-exam celebrations yesterday that, given the rate at which generations are getting taller, the downside of immortality would be living into the future as a comparative dwarf. Funny how Dracula, Fosca and Vandal Savage never seemed to have that problem.

If you have ever toyed with an idea for a story in which HP Lovecraft's horrific fiction is somehow based on his own experiences - please don't write it. Even Enrique Breccia's art couldn't save Lovecraft.

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Among this journal's purposes is to serve as an archive which I'm less likely to lose than I am scraps of paper, and which is more easily searchable. As such, I'm putting these (and any future reviews I do) on here for my own convenience as much as anything.

( Suede: Love & Poison - The Authorised Biography by David Barnett )

( Affairs at Hampden Ferrers by Brian Aldiss )

( Darien Dogs by Henry Shukman )

( Mutants: on the Form, Varieties and Errors of the Human Body by Armand Marie Leroi )

( A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett )

edit: So did the SB board implode because I was sticking up for the Great Satan?
And apparently the actor who played Dr Franklin in Babylon 5 is dead. @rse.