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Nerdgasm.

This is part of why I love twitter: finding random, super awesome stuff. @maudnewton  shared this orgasmic Map of Science Fiction. (Click that link "History of Science Fiction"; apparently it goes by both.)

It's huge. And thick.
And a thing of beauty.

It's got Doctor Who, which is already a win in my book, but there's more. So much more. I want this as a poster on my wall.
 
It's got L. Ron Hubbard turning into scientology and his Battlefield Earth turning into a "Bad Movie".

It's got "Counter Enlightenment" exploding off into "Romantic Era" and the resulting "Gothic Novel" and all that fun supernatural horror and stuff like Edgar Allen Poe (Fun note: it's even got Oscar Wilde's Dorian Gray).

It's got Battlestar Galactica. Both of them. :)

It's got Penny Dreadfuls and Pulp Magazines. It's got "Future War Novels" abruptly ending with World War I (lawl).

It's got Cyber Punk, Soft, Hard, Space Opera and New Space Opera.

It should go with out saying I could nerdgasm on this for weeks. I'm only nominally familiar with most of this, and it's got me all kindsa horny. Is it accurate? How the hell should I know. All I do know is it's dorky and awesome--much as I myself aspire to be.

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