I'm just trying to keep up with the reading blogs.

It's okay for me to read something by someone who likes Bruce Sterling; after all, apparently you're one of those guys. And it's also possible that I've got DC about various cyberpunk authors. Who wrote that Johnny Mnemonic thing? Was that Sterling? Who's the other guy?

Really, I just want to keep up, here, but I'm still reading the same half-okay novel I've been reading since I lost that other thing. My reading life has become wholly disheartening. I've got this Lobsters thing open in one window now, though; I'm going to, at some point, read some of that. Maybe even ALL of it. Of course I've got my other lives to attend to -- the stupid box, where the season has started; I've already got a West Wing episode to catch up on, and tonight's Survivor, while I'll tape Friends and Scrubs...

(In case it's not sorta obvious, I've decided to come out of the closet. I PARTICIPATE IN POP CULTURE. At least inasmuch as I watch TeeVee, regular, old-fashioned network TeeVee, a good bit. I'm not apologizing; I'm just sayin'. But.. but... okay. I should probably write this up for an entry on my own punchbowl instead of hogging up some more comment space over here where I should be still asking about who's that other... Campbell? F, that ain't it.)

Anyway. I'm gonna read that story. During the commercials.