Haiku Review!

I realized sometime yesterday afternoon that I'd only finished *one* book during the entire month of March. Despite being significant chunks through several books (I tend to read 2-3 books at a time), they were all sufficiently weighty that there was no way I was going to finish any of them by last night. (And why should it matter? I dunno!)

So I picked a whole different book off the shelf -- Rudy Rucker's Spaceland -- and finished it before turning in for the night. Spaceland is an intentional homage of sorts to Edwin A. Abbott's Flatland, except with one more dimension and penises.

Rudy Rucker is a seriously strange guy (I do not say this lightly), and his books tend to be bizarre vacations from reality that, while on the surface not very deep, do tend to linger in one's brain and make the real world seem oddly off-kilter for a while. I wonder, when he submits a manuscript to a publisher, if it already incorporates the doodles that are liberally sprinkled throughout his books (or at least the two I've read)?

I *loved* the Wackles. I can totally imagine a whole dimension "below" this one filled with them, and it's an incredibly cheerful notion for no reason I could possibly explain.

I suppose I need a haiku now:

   Wackles and grolly
   And silicon valley chic:
   Happy confusion!

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In other news, much writing has been accomplished today:
Miledrop
10,250 / 100,000 words