Bear

I'm bored, in my early thirties, and _still_ think that the real world is a fairly dried-out and stale place for most people. Where's my fucking jetpack?My influences include H.P. Lovecraft, Spider Jerusalem, and Willy Wonka. Is an edible Bowel-Disrupter of fearful and unknown geometry too much to ask?Right now, I'm just trying to figure out if I'm really happy being the person I've turned into.[An explanation of my handle: In Robert Heinlein's The Moon is a Harsh Mistess, one of the main characters is a computer that takes the name Mycroft after the character of Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's younger brother who, like the computer, was smart, well-connected, and didn't move much. Anyway, "Mycroft" gets taken on a regular basis, I'm not the only Heinlein fan out there. In the book, the phone number MYCROFTXXX (alphanumeric phone numbers R0X!) is given as a last-ditch emergency contact. Hence my name ]