OMIGOD U GUISE

firstly, i must be doing something right, because R. U. Sirius likes my blog. that's almost as good as having St. Gibson's stamp of approval - i'm totally fucking star-struck here. i can't imagine why cybercult kings would possibly want to read the cesspool of Tramadol and bad pop culture references that is Sapiens Anonym, but hey. i'm not complaining.

second, i'm writing an article for the fall edition of H+ magazine - a screed on "junkyard transhumanism", which is what i do, and the allure thereof.

sometimes i could swear i've been sitting in an asylum for years, shot up with happy hypos, and this is just my brain trying to come up with the best "What if my life was totally fucking awesome?" scenario it can. i'm so fucking glad to be alive.