My brain is totally out of juice, so when it has any ideas at all--even something like "Hey, how 'bout a vague and abstracted thing with a jackrabbit?"--I let it do whatever it wants.

Random Hare

I'll be fine soon, I'm just at the end of Con season, book writing, etc, and the batteries are bone dry. I think I used the last brain cells whipping out soap labels and Nurk edits, and now I just want to curl in fetal position for a week or two...