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.
She did lose an awful lot of money on that fiasco.
Could I interest you in my speculative account of Judtith Regan called, "If I Published It..."?A former pro football player and a foul-mouthed publisher conspire to flush out the killer of a Los Angeles woman and her lover ten years earlier. Thrill to the bloody climax as the real killer, Chi Chi Rodriguez, is unmasked at Harbourtown Golf Course live on the Golf Channel.
Oh snap.I better cancel my plans for my 'OJ Fun With Knives' coloring book before I get fired, too. Thanks for the heads up.
Why, does this surprise you?
"damn" like how stupid of them?"damn" like way to go?"damn" like I can't believe they'd do that to such a genius?"damn" like she had it coming?Just wondering, in light of previous comments here regarding Regan's publishing prescience.
Based on that link, does anyone think she's the one who wore Prada? ;)
Heavens. I guess you can go broke underestimating the taste of the American public.Who knew?
Anyone taking odds she starts her own agency?
Unfortunately, the only thing that surprises me about this is the fact that it took so long.
I second LadyBronco. We all knew that someone was gonna go on the cross for this.
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