OK, so I know I’ve had to take a few kicks on the axis recently. (I mean besides the deplanetation, which we KNOW was wrong!) First the whole thing with my lead-in to my Fresh Air interview being that stupid frickin’ spider who bit Spiderman (he says I’m his buddy but PLEASE!!! Why would I hang out with a stupid frickin’ spider?). Then Ms. Gross gets my name all wrong, and then a bunch of other stuff I don’t even want to go into except that my big toe is STILL killing me, and I haven’t found my missing godseye yet, but thanks for asking 1Fernie1!
This, though, is a public humiliation that tops the NPR thing because no one listens to NPR anyway. This is the frickin’ POST. I’m sipping my cold coffee–because holy crap even the COFFEE is cold at the Hurtling Ice Chunk Club–and I see this. It’s some book about the cute little history of ME being tapped for the Planet Club, and then DEtapped, and DID I GET ONE INTERVIEW? NO! Big Mr. Michael Byers didn’t even ASK me how I felt about my deplanetization, and here he is hitting the big time with that stupid rag in Washington. Right up the road from NPR HQ, BTW. And the “reporter” from the “newspaper” didn’t even know to capitalize Planet Club. HELLO, COPYWRITERS? Is Planet Club not in the style guide? I looked up this “Ron Charles” and he’s a FICTION editor. And he wasn’t even the guy who reviewed “The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo.” WTF?
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