(Or wherever it it you read it. Maybe you read my blog at your office. Or the pool. Or on a plane. Wherever you read, I bring it.*)
(*It being "quality writing and storytelling." Remember?)
Anyway, longtime reader(s?) of this blog will remember that earlier this year, I posted a story called "The Electronic Fish Tacos From Jupiter Save The Day??!?", a surprisingly-dark story about the end of the multiverses and subsequent creation of new multiverses that will serve as a springboard to future Seal Team i stories as those Amygdalans spread throughout the new creation. (If you haven't read it, DO!)
In that story, a computer known as Zero (created by Michael Offutt, on loan to me for the story) went mad and tried to save the universe, or destroy it, (the computer is insane, remember) by creating something based on a book it had just read:
"Unfortunately," the bearded man interrupted, "Zero has taken up reading."
Michael nodded. "A way to pass the time."
"Also unfortunately," the bearded man said, "Zero is not exactly bound by the ordinary literary conventions of reading, and tends to skim and start books and stories in the middle or, worse yet, to simply go by the covers or titles of the books." ...
"Zero," the bearded man said, leading Darth to the transporter module, "Had just begun skimming through John Steinbeck's works." ... Andrew said "Zero has created something that was intended to destroy the universe, based on a misunderstanding of John Steinbeck's work, but now that has reversed, unfortunately for us," but nobody heard.
What Zero created, of course, was "The Grapes Of Love," which are carnivorous sentient tiny grapes that fly around the universe destroying everything that is trying to destroy the machine that will save the universe. (Long story. Again, read it.)
SO ANYWAY WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH NEIL GAIMAN, right?
Yesterday, Neil Gaiman began one of those horrible Twitter games where people do dumb stuff for hours and hours and none of it is ever funny but people think it is. This game was "Title Swap," where you switch the words of a title of a book around, and it is every bit as painfully unfunny as that sounds, but here is how Neil Gaiman kicked it off:
Which is, I am sure, the sincerest form of flattery.