Brought to you by the good offices of Boing Boing and to keep you talking among yourselves until I can think of something interesting to say, I give you the cow-eating tree of Mangalore.

I'm on holiday for the next two weeks, and at the risk of incensing The (still sadly-LJless) OJM, I'll whine a little and mention that this is the first significant holiday (notwithstanding individual days off work dealing with builders, waiting for furniture to be delivered and attending family funerals) that I've had since about this time last year, and I am utterly exhausted. I need to do some writing as well, and I need to sort out The Anthology Formerly Known As Strange Pleasures 6. So, apart from next weekend, when we're going up to Novacon, I'll be looking for various displacement activities to prevent me from having to face the Fiction Thing and I may be posting in large quantities. Or, you never know, I might actually get Europe In Autumn more or less finished. Or I might just sleep through the whole fortnight. Actually, now I think about it, that sounds by far the best option...