Writing in Salon, Simon Reynolds laments the science fiction futures that never arrived, and offers a term: “neostalgia”–“nostalgia for the future.” (That malady is, incidentally, an occupational hazard of the futurist.)

Colleague Scott Smith reports that his spam is now coming from the future:

We are now moving into the realm of post-apocalyptic sci-fi—I just got a mail from Lawgiver H. Grail. If he isn’t an elder from a tribe of cave-welling psychic albinos I don’t know who is.

Aspiring James Bondian supervillains may find this post on how to form your own island country interesting, on one of my other blogs.