I think it was Douglas Adams who said that nobody who wants to be president should, on any account, be allowed to be president.

Voting day today, and I am terrified. My life could change so much in the next four years.

Apparently I dreamt the plot to demolition man. Need to watch the film, to see how much I breached copyright.

Writing an awful sci-fi where it turns out the people are insects or something equally overdone. But it feels good to be writing anything again.

I should really start a clan. But that would mean writing on command, and interacting with people when I'm not in the mood. I mean, who likes interviews?

Dreamt that Dr Who turned out to be God at the end of everything, and judged people based on their actions. Also the colour of their clothes.

Pigeons are the fingers of a 4th-dimensional hand. This I know, but why pigeons?

When everyone else is abed and the new social medium is suddenly a lonely place.

One day I will draw a picture of talky and it will disappoint and I will regret.

Singing my own name to the tune of the a-team theme tune.