I'm reading at the moment, since there's not a lot of listening I can do. An ear infection I thought I'd whipped earlier returned in a pretty ferocious manner (it even set my ENT to clucking sympathetically and peering sympathetically), with the result being that my right ear is totally non-working (except for being a completely workable source of pain).
I know you all probably read slashdot religiously.
Perhaps you're of a different temperament than I am, and only start tasks that you fully expect you'll finish, or your initial enthusiasms never flag in the course of some great undertaking. While I may envy such persons, I think that the fully actualized may be denying themselves one of life's surprising little pleasures: the recovery of pleasure and enthuasiasm (and the accompanying boost to your sense of dedication) in mid-task, with the additional available-to-all thrill of deferred gratification at the end. If you're imagining that I have a bookshelf full of thick books with discreetly placed bookmarks (I shall someday pick this up from where I dropped it, honest....), then you might be surprised.
My first introduction to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy wasn't those lovely books by Douglas Adams (who I miss very much)--it was the original BBC radio series (Note: you can get it as an MP3-cd collection).
In the midst of all the shoe collections and other diverting ephemera that is the web, one occasionally finds something amazing.