Notepad Master

Take a Notepad

I was checking my e-mail recently and I noticed a story in the news section about J.K. Rowling and how she was complaining that she had run out of writing paper to write on when she went to town.

So what did people do? They sent her paper.

I understand that people admire her and love her books. Or perhaps they really want her to get cracking on the purported final novel in the series. But this lady is one of the richest people in the freakin’ world. Somehow I think that she could actually afford to buy writing paper from anywhere on the face of the Earth, and have it shipped priority page by page to wherever she wanted.

It’s stories like this that make me shake my head in disgust.

Don’t get me wrong. I quite enjoy the series (although in my opinion the fifth book could have been better written by a monkey jonesing for heroin), but please!

Send your paper to schools in third-world countries that need it!

Chillin’ With the Master

Tomorrow it appears that I will be hanging out with Miss Jay. We’ve been trying to get together ever since her and her hubby moved to the Big Smoke, but something always comes up that prevents us from meeting.

It’s like the universe will explode if we actually ever met while living in the same city. I suppose you should all hide in your bomb shelters tomorrow night, just in case.

I’m very much looking forward to it.