Miss Snark is foaming at the mouth but she's trudging along.
That's all for tonight.
And a couple people have called this a "contest" but it's not. There's no prize. No offers, no reads, no NOTHING.
The only thing you "get" is one more chance to be snarked if I ask you for pages.
I think they'd call that a Pyrrhic Prize. At least it's not the Sobol.
Now, off to pour Killer Yapp some egg nog and go look at the tree at Rock Center.