I know I shouldn’t bitch about it. It’s like harry potter and all the rest of the mainstream crap: it gets people reading. But, really, seeing all those damned bestsellers everywhere makes my blood boil. Is a real book truly that bloody harder to read than this predigested mash of a nightmare?
Blah. Going up to Montreal tomorrow to watch the elite gloat at the grafikas. Bloody awful long drive with nothing to distract me but my thoughts and my boss. I predict much fun. Oh, yes, fun indeed.