Yesterday, between a torrent of ghastly heat and a torrent of *gasp* rain: awesome interview with Director of BBC Global News (who was very much relieved to hear that I actually gave a damn about the digital transition in the middle of the EBU grand meeting), then headed out, flicked open the music box of hell and started Juno Reactor on full volume. The poodle next to me visibly startled and gently pissed herself. Following that, visibly disemboweling me and putting me back together for a few hours (this is not a metaphor, disemboweling actually happened) and a weird anthology of Chinese SF. Life treats you well if you gorgeously meat her.