Angel is convinced her office in San Francisco is actually a forward observation post for an alien power. That certainly sounds wacko to David, her co-worker. On the other hand, she’s got perky breasts.
Where Miss Snark vented her wrath on the hapless world of writers and crushed them to sand beneath her T.Rexual heels of stiletto snark. The blog is dark--no further updates after 5/20/2007.