Saturday, May 07, 2005


From Whiny, Preening Vampires to Whiny, Preening Messiahs

And lo, the trumpets of the angels sounded, the clouds parted, and the voice of the Lord said unto his flock: "Oh, God, don't let Anne Rice talk about me." Irony alert:

But in humility, I have attempted something transformative which we writers dare to call a miracle in the imperfect human idiom we possess.

Because I'd expect a woman who posted, "Those who don't like my book can suck it," in an review for said book to be an expert in humility.

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