Twelftree's remix of Shirley Bassey singing the Doors' "Light My Fire." Famous arsonists. The life and times of Harry Houdini. The relative merits and detractors of both PC notebooks and MacBooks. Daniel Handler's Adverbs. The fact that my copy of James Stokoe's Wonton Soup has not arrived in the mail from Oni Press yet. The lightbulb man poem I wrote back at UVic. Mother Poem. The last issue of the bloody Invisibles. Penne with Cream & Smoked Salmon. The symbolism of body hair in various transitional states. Nina Simone singing "Little Girl Blues," which sounds like Christmas even when remixed by the goddamn Postal Service. Long dead jazz singers replicated using cybernetic bodies in the Twenty-First Century, their voices recorded off of old media files. The missing body parts story. The sexual possibilities of super-people who can change themselves into sentient gases. Torrents. Hunger. All the little fragments of facial hair on my chin that I missed with the razor half an hour ago. My eyelid. The New Pornographers. Fredric fucking Wertham (and what he'd say about CSI):
