I don't mean to nitpick, Tom, but is this really your plan?

Subject line from "Your Pearly Whites," by These Arms Are Snakes. Cool line. Another good one in my recent playlist: "Carved your name/across my eyelids/You pray for rain/I pray for blindness," from "Crown of Love" by The Arcade Fire. Also, for Tori Amos fans, check out Michelle Cross, who has an album's worth of mp3s for free download at her site. My favorites: "Cold Light," "Cinderella," and "Sushi Queen."

Before the books, I need to ask for help: I need beta readers/viewers for (a) what I'm pretty sure is the most pornographic story I've ever written, SV of course, about 25 pages, futurefic/AU; (b) a SV vid, sadly not pornographic in the slightest; and (c) a Buffy vid, which I suppose marks my switch from SV fan who vids to vidder. Let me know here or drop a note to RivkaT at aol if you're interested.

( David Gerrold, Jim Butcher, Orson Scott Card, Year's Best SF, Laurie Marks, John Ridley )

Many, many thanks for all the Evil Overlord suggestions thus far. Please feel free to leave more, if you think of them.

Cicada update: almost all dead. The sound is like an electric hum, like having your ear pressed to a generator the size of a house – though with more dying every minute, maybe the generator is now only TV-sized. There are so many, coating trees and grass and cars and doors, that it reminds me of that Star Trek: TOS episode, "The Omega Glory," the one with the Yangs and the Kohms – "They sacrificed hundreds just to draw us out into the open. And then, they came, and they came. We killed *thousands*, and still they came!," the bad captain Tracey says. I don't know how the species survives, given that the individual cicadas get themselves killed in every possible way, from flying into doors to landing on pools of water and drowning. They are profligate with their lives, that's for sure. Perhaps they only become stupid after they've mated and laid eggs. A friend of mine says their existence is proof that there is no God, but maybe they're just proof that God has an inordinate fondness for cicadas.

( Lots and lots and lots of fiction and a dab of comics and poetry )

Yeah, not as enticing as "Girls, girls, girls" -- or really, given my assumed audience, "boys, boys, boys." But I have many more books than boys (and I'm not sharing him). Fantasy and science fiction.

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