Note to self

Note to self: never never never never read sarcasm concerning popular published novels by currently famous authors. Ever. Ever ever. Never ever ever. Really.



Chicken-peck chromosome, humans must have it. See a sickly bird; peck it to death. See signs of discontent within the flock, choose a target, and peck it to death. Peck everything about it to death. It may have been the best egg layer in the coop. It may have had the most awesome fluffy feathers. It may have been able to find all the best spots for yummy tidbits. It spotted the fox better than the rest of the flock together, but it showed a sign of weakness when some envious bird wanted more attention. It must die. And all its friends too.

Ok, so maybe I exaggerate. Or maybe I don't. You think the internet can be viral? Well, word of mouth has always been that way. Disco example aside, there's plenty of history out there where a thing/person was popular and then was not. The results of the chicken-peck storm were never pretty, but I've always found myself backing off a little further from my own species every time.

Yeah, yeah. I'm pecking my own species. I've got the gene too.