Blimey, I feel awful. I have felt progressively worse as the day has worn on and I'm to the point now where everything I write is a thinly veiled projection of my physical state -- miserable. I tried to write a blog post, but everything came out more bitter or angry or cynical than I would like to keep for Internet posterity.
So, I scrapped pretty much everything. I'll try again tomorrow.
I encourage you, instead, to read my interview with Goo.
If everything has gravity, does that mean there are some objects that would find it impossible to resist my pull? If so, I find that comforting. I'm not sure why.