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Welcome to Temporal Dysfunction, a place for news. Nothing more. Nothing less. You
won't get anything groundbreaking. Hell, some of it may even be old to you. What can be
promised is that it won't be the same old same old. Think of it as your mini dose of the SDM ezine. Still concentrated, but just not so much of it. We're
always open for new talent, so if you think you can hack out something for this bit of
nothingness, drop something here. |
11.20.97
You are probably sick and tired of reading about us bashing the world of contemporary
literature. Too bad, because we won't stop. You cannot blame us for the faults of the
publishing world. Who's next on the list, you ask? Jenny "Queen of Trash" Jones.
This is bad. There are several deserving authors out there, and what do we get? CRAP,
CRAP, AND MORE CRAP! It could be worse, The father of Hanson could get together with Kit
Culkin and write a murder mystery. Even worse: The Life of Craig Killborn.
11.18.97
Anything for me to say? No, not really. I've burned out and all I can say is that the
royals won't be satisfied until they've gone a full year of frontpage coverage. It's
sickening. Speaking of which, I have heard that Kathie Lee has a sitcom in development. My
suicide note's in the mail.
11.17.97
We are back! No time for partying or anything like that, so let's get down to the nitty
gritty. Guess who has a book deal. Ever hear of Jewel? You can stop puking now.
Personally, I think it's sick. It's nice to give girls the inspiration to write poetry,
but let's get someone who deserves the job, like Sandra Bernhardt. Why not Jewel? Well,
because I'm sick of her whining and whining about the same old crap every single song. If
she could just stand up, make her point, and move on it would be cool, but no. She wastes
five minutes a song whining about the first sentence of a song that really has no
substance. I could go on here, but I'm not mood to parody the lyrical stylings of Miss
Jewel Kilchner. I am almost above that. |
