Reading bad reviews can be amusing. It's chilling sensation to actually feel the person pulling out hair as they pound the keyboard, steaming their faces up all red-ish. Cooking tomatoes to chuck at the offending writer/filmmaker. Do they know that sometimes I feel so sorry for the catsup-stained, abused work that I take pity and read/watch it for myself to find and savor the good points? Do either of us know, or take care to ponder the ethics of reverse psychology?I've already expressed some skepticism I have of the book. Maybe I was too hasty. Hmm. May the Lord give me a soft heart and a wise head! Coo, coo, hiss-hiss, as Bill Jack says.
Time for me to percolate po-ta-toes for dinner while my thoughts boil. I might also order my word-ponder strange...
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