Awww, man. Bad enough the review of my book in Signal to Noise is only a mild endorsement with some stinging critique. Then he goes and misspells my name. "Snay!" C'mon! It's right there on the fucking cover, you dillweed.
Buffista Music III: The Search for Bach
There's a lady plays her fav'rite records/On the jukebox ev'ry day/All day long she plays the same old songs/And she believes the things that they say/She sings along with all the saddest songs/And she believes the stories are real/She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Very poor signal to noise ratio. What a jackass.
What a douchenozzle.
Eh, it's not that bad. It's just insult to injury, you know?
It wasn't a bad review. Just less enthusiastic.
Still, not Snay.
Oh, even if it wasn't a complete trashing of a review, not knowing how to spell someone's name when criticizing the person's work is a douchenozzley thing to do.
not knowing how to spell someone's name when criticizing the person's work is a douchenozzley thing to do.
Concur.
Maybe he had Harry Potter on the brain.
Corwood - I got notice your book shipped.
Wow.
It's happening!