Here I am!
For purposes not yet clear to me, I shall be known as Ms. Snark. Do not confuse me with Miss Snark, who, I hear, is a literary agent in New York.
I hate New York.
Well, I don't exactly hate New York, for how can one hate an entire city? Let's just say that I hate aspects of it.
I'm even less fond of the city I do live in--it's so damn provincial--but that's another matter entirely. But you'll never find out where I live, mainly because it's so unimportant to why I'm posting here.
Of course, Ms. Snark is not my real name, but you knew that already.
Snark, snark, snark--pretty much describes my mood these days. Also, I like the name Ms. Snark; it has a certain liberated and snide overtone.
Perhaps I will use this spot to blow off steam; I'm going to tell stories about myself that may be true or false, depending on my mood.
I love the internet.
Years ago, there was a New Yorker cartoon of a dog at a computer keyboard, talking to another dog:
"On the Internet, nobody knows you're a dog."
Bow, wow!
Love to all,
Ms. Snark
