"I suppose that this is the point at which I greet an apparently empty Blogland, only to be mortified as others pop up like metaphorical garden gnomes."
"Ah, or better yet, my own genre savvy-nature proves to be my own tragical undoing, the unending tale of smug intellectualism faltering in the ugly face of reality."
"Perhaps I never made sense in the first place. Of course, "making" sense implies that there is a sense market, consequentially one can only hope that it was not lead to as many casualties as the incense market before it."
~Sir Reingington
