I spent much of the day at the SF in SF Unholiday Party (many thanks to Rina & Jacob for hosting it). It was a lot of fun, and there was a surprisingly large turnout given that it was a holiday. Marcus Ewert was still flushed with delight at having become a famous author. Charlie Jane Anders managed to escape from the Gawker slave pens long enough to come and say hello. And I acquired a new Sekrit Projekt, which you will doubtless hear more of later.

I haven’t seen Yellow Submarine all the way through since it came out in the theater. I went to see it with my grandmother, and at the time neither of us was of an age to understand just how trippy it was. Thankfully it works well on many levels. When I was a kid I wanted to be Lucy because she had great outfits and a horse, but I always had a soft spot for Jeremy Hilary Boob, Ph.D. because he had such fun with words. I guess I haven’t changed much.