Who can still tear up the mosh pit? HMMMMMMMMMMMMM, I think it's...


ME!

That;s right, your humble narrator did a little slam dancing at the club last night and held his own against kids not even born in the same decade. I was all about elbows and knickels and high punches. I knocked over some big dudes too. What made the whole event more impressive was that my date was watching the whole time. After the slammin', we went to the over 21 area and slammed a few vodka-tonics to take the edge off the bruises (nothing I couldn't handle anyway). Afterwards, we sucked face in the car and then I dropped her off at her place. I blasted Rob Zombie on the car CD player the whole way home, wearing my favorite arrogant sneer.

I realized that there are three unread magazines on my desk, F+SF, Analog and On-Spec are all sitting with spines unbroked, begging to be read. Well, with spring break right arounf the corner, maybe I can read them and be, like, a real science fiction fan.

WELL AGAIN, THINGS ARE LIKE THE OLD DAYS