Electricity, it's in me, electricity and trash

And tonight Bertie Owen failed to turn on. I worry very much that we have reached the limits of even his miraculous powers of recovery. Further bulletins as whatever happens next, happens. In the meantime, I will not be making the post I had intended to, because it's on a hard drive that's currently behaving like a Schrödinger cat. This post courtesy of derspatchel's laptop.

In this town named after the sound of rain

Meanwhile, as life goes on in the absence of reliable internet access and word processing, Bogi Takács has posted the table of contents for eir upcoming guest-edited issue of inkscrawl and it looks magnificent. I like all the names I recognize and I'm looking forward to discovering the ones I don't. I am holding on to the small happinesses I can.