A mere 48 hours ago, Miss Snark was a dog totin', gin swillin', literary agent with a jones for George. Now she's a cult. If it wasn't so fun it would be scary.
Cult details are here at the Frappr/Snarkling site.
I can't believe there are almost 100 people reading this blog AND willing to say so in public.
Miss Snark better start combing her hair before 9am and the paparazzi get here.