Dear Joe Mallozzi, Brad Wright, and the rest of you jokers,
I was going to write a long rant about how pissing off your fanbase is a bad idea, and if you're going to say, "You just don't get it" to a whole bunch of science fiction fans (read: overeducated sarcastic jerks with too much time on their hands), you better hope like hell that you're right and they're wrong, and how you can all generally just eat me.
But then I realized everything I needed to say could be summed up in cat macros. So,
Of course, any time you say anything, I'm all
and it's hard not to think
But I read it, y'know? And as predicted, you're like
and I'm like
Then you're all
and I'm all
And then you're all[Image removed due to a copyright claim. Was a picture of a sad cat in front of a laptop that read "they r make fun of me".
And to whoever made the claim- sorry for reupping it. Photobucket didn't tell me there was a copyright claim on it, or I wouldn't have.]
And I'm all
But seriously, it's been a long day, and
so, in conclusion: