This hate machine does not even care about being pretty.

Like most people, I have queued to get Neil Gaiman’s autograph. I have also followed his advice to writers for the first time, which naturally entitles me to dispense advice of my own.

The RPG’s admittedly gorgeous core book is the hardcopy embodiment of the vast empty spaces between the stars. Flip through it often enough, you’ll wish for your own hypersleep pod.

Enter the blogosphere here… did anyone ever really call it that?