Shame, because it had mileage. And some.
Be Brief, Balestra, We Don't Have All Day For Your Point.
Seems a curious Warrior wanted to know if a pitch he'd snapped up was written by
one of "The Greats".
Whether it was, or whether it wasn't, I got to word #200-something before I gave up.
Then I scrolled down to check on the rest
for 10, 000 goddamn words.
And So, Mistress of Post-Slaying Derision, Your Point?
Ok, first, sorry to the guy whose post I messed up.
Proferring withered corpse humor is no way to make friends.
But, main thing is, no way am I reading through 10,000 words of ANYTHING, just to be talked into handing over cash.
Even if it's a pitch written by God. Or Satan.
Hey — I'll maybe read through two thou if'n it gets me outta dealing with this kinda HOMEWORK.
Same goes for my friends.
We may be young and hip, with our horizons stretching out before us, waiting for kiss of some sales guys' paint brush over the fuzzy part labelled D'OH-REEEMZ — but we're still MORTAL, and, yanno, LIFE.
So, "Greats" — lose the frickin' time sink, huh?
*Hmmmph!* Are You Done Now?