Neuromancer was published 24 years ago, today.

I read it the same year that I got my very first internet account (1995, if you want to play along at home). I had a 14.4k modem and an AOL account (yes, AOL–and within that very first screenname is the origin story of “spitkitten”). I had absolutely no idea how fundamental the internet would become in my everyday life…for a living, for socializing, in fact, so many things that I am at a total loss to list them.

That I read Neuromancer at the same time I first stretched my cyberlegs (cyber!) tickled some slumbering hippocampal spot that allowed me to eventually become the SF-loving/writing Web geek that I am today.

William Gibson, you are partially at fault for my present state of affairs.

Thank you.