Reading some fairly good books at the moment, but probably not anything very creditable. The last really great book I read was Neal Stephenson's huge Anathem, which I thought was brilliant from beginning to end.
Currently amusing me is William Millar's The Amateur Astronomer's Guide to the Celestial Sphere, which is way more fun than it sounds, and has me merrily working out positions on charts and pretending to be a smart astro-type. My wife is thoroughly sick of hearing about it.
Just finished Charles Stross' Hidden Family, the second book in his odd economic fantasy series The Merchant Princes, and while it's all very clever I'm still not sure if I like it or not.
Nearly finished David B.'s Epileptic comic collection, which is painfully eye-opening, in light of my finding out that one of my colleagues suffers quite badly from epilepsy. It's also quite beautifully drawn.
Just starting Lappé and Goldman's Shooting War collection, another one I'm quite sure is terribly clever, but I'm not convinced is my cup of tea.
Also reading Gardner Dozois' indispensible Years Best SF anthology (No. 14), which is, as always, utterly superb.
Closer to home, I'm re-reading Slaine, which is often even better than I remember it.
If it counts, I'm presently addicted to several web-comics, including stablemates Order of the Stick and Erfworld, both of which are currently apocalyptic in tone, and the excellent SubNormality.
My current audio-book choices for commuting are Patrick O'Brian's superb Aubrey-Maturin novels as incomparably read by the late Patrick Tull.