It was Darwin's birthday yesterday!

You can either celebrate by stopping to think about the glorious diversity of species that populate our planet, and how much better we understand how cool they are thanks to Mr. Darwin--I particularly recommend racing pigeons or finches as objects of meditation--or you can take the more barbaric approach and go hasten somebody out of the gene pool.

So saith ursulav. I know which is my preference.

What I'm reading: Tad Williams, Shadowmarch