Last year, I was always looking forward to the next installment of "A Canticle for Lieberman" --- a near-future SF story in installments on Pacific Views which didn't so much end as peter out, though not before offering a conspiracy theory which made frightening sense of what had earlier seemed the more implausible elements of the plot. Earlier than that, though, a piece had featured urban farmers in a quarantine zone being rousted out by stormtroopers. Which seemed awfully strange. It's a bit less strange now that I've read about a real-life urban farm in L.A., feeding 250 families, being kicked out to make way for a Wal-Mart.

Speaking of fiction in blog form, the 3500-year-old woman is still blogging. (Though she isn't fully out as a fictional character --- when two bloggers stepped forward to introduce themselves as her ghostwriters, she showed up herself in one of their comment sections to coyly demur. She always was an unreliable narrator). She has, however, recently completed a minor saga which took her from minor huntress-goddess in the wilds of Gaul to crazed, down-and-out hooker on the docks of Ostia, via bloodlust, kinky religious rituals, nasty Roman politics, and self-delusion on a massive scale. It's pretty well executed if you like that sort of thing. Though even as a goddess, she was not above petty annoyances, as she starts the story by letting you know...