"Imagine something the size of

"Imagine something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth, no genitals and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing channels on a universal remote. Or by voting in presedential elections." Idoru, William Gibson.

I've been trying to draw a clear mental picture of the "average" boingboing.net reader in my head — I sure hope you aren't one of Gibson's mute channel-changers. Click the discuss link and tell me something about yourself!