my favorite antiromance video. Although really, enough with the gnarls barkley.
No snark. Bad puppy. No. (Review stuff.)
 A two star Amazon review on His American Detective: "Bodice ripper about gay men by a woman."   and I'm longing to comment "don't you mean a waistcoat ripper?"     God, no. Stop me.        The reviews rarely rattle me any longer -- except when I spot a truth in a bad one. When that happens, I actually lose sleep. This means I still care about writing.    Speaking of reviewers and writers:      A couple of days ago, a writer said she was tired of getting white ladies writing reviews of her books. She had an excellent point in the long run: her stories are meant for a particular audience and she wants them to resonate with those people and get more reviews from them.          But that first line was just....horribly obnoxious. I say this from my POV of course. Not a white lady who writes reviews -- but as a review grubber.           Anyone who disses any reader (especially ones that give honest reviews) deserves to be cast into the pit of being ignored.     ...
 
Okay. Normally, it takes a *lot* to gross me out in this world... but that did the trick. :P Especially the trail of bloody guck along the counter... Ew.
ReplyDeleteThanks... for that, Kate. Good thing I wasn't in the middle of eating my breakfast at the time!
I liked that. A lot.
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