I am a Sad Pathetic Man

I dreamed last night that I kept hitting on Katee Sackhoff, and she kept turning me down. That’s right: Starbuck, the antiMikey of sexual cereals, wouldn’t even give me the time of day in my dreams. But I’m not going to go with the obvious subtext here, because I am desperate to give my imagination […]

Posted in: ink on art by Peter Watts 31 Comments


Inspired by the synergy of my own stuffed, crusty, raw red nose and the long-awaited return of Battlestar Galactica (and if you haven’t seen the season premiere yet, what are you wasting time here for? Get onto BitTorrent and start downloading right fucking now, do you hear me?), I am reminded of this little tech […]

Posted in: AI/robotics, science by Peter Watts 6 Comments