maybe my soul really IS made of vinegar.

Am I the only person on this planet who hates it when Maddy Gaiman posts in her father's blog?

Seriously.

I'm starting to feel like the effing Grinch here. But, reading her just-out-of-pre-teen prattle makes me want to stick a newly sharpened pencil in my ear-hole.

I don't have the energy for that sort of thing. She's far too perky.