I'm tired of hearing about so-and-so and how their blog and their internet popularity opened the door to a grand and beautiful publishing deal... What, am I supposed to be be impressed? Am I supposed to shit myself in Awe... Congratu-fucking-lations... you've turned your shitty little observations about life into a book chronicling your shitty little observations about life. Way to go, tree-killer. At least before, you were only wasting a minimal amount of natural resources, but now you've gone and toppled mighty old growth forests so that everyone can carry around a copy of your blog. Because that's all it is. It's only your blog. You haven't written anything new. You just went and culled the "Best Of" from your 5 years of uninspired musings... ugh. Do you think I'm jealous? Go ahead, play around with the idea in your stupid skull. "Hmmm... is he jealous of my book deal?" Are you still thinking about it? Well there goes your expertise in dime store psychology... there's slips your finger from the pulse of the human condition. And all for what? Nobody's going to buy it that doesn't already read. And they're getting shafted. The book's not going to BlogRoll every time you write something new. It doesn't update with new trite shitticisms. Am I jealous of your book deal? That's a good question. Perhaps I should start a meme.