Every Monday night is RAW, a wrestling show. Mollie and I watch and we're shaken right now, one of the commentators, Jerry Lawler, apparently had a heart attack during the show. Commentary went silent which was very strange and left us feeling very shaken.
Get better soon Jerry the King Lawler.
A bunch of writerly wonks have a petition (?) on the internet stating they disapprove of sock puppets and will never engage in any behavior that isn't Godly or self serving. I especially appreciated how so many of them managed to work in the information about their own work.
Writers are truly becoming the most self-serving, boring group of people on the internet.
Pinterest is my life. Nuff said.
Per Dear Author (who has gotten more boring in the last few months), EL James had the unmitigated gall to stop a party planner from using 50 Shades as a party theme because nobody should piggy-back on another's success.
The irony, it burns.
Carolyn has started writing again. This makes me so very happy. If you haven't read her then you should. Song of Life, which has the suckiest title ever, has some of the best writing.
Read it, my minions, read it. (I'll send lollipops to those who do.)
And because my chest still feels thick: Get better Jerry Lawler. We're praying for you.