I wouldn't bother, meself. You sweat like hell to create a masterpiece tut, send it in, get it published and all of a sudden like - you're famous and everyone wants to know you. You get taken out to dinner, the Oscars, whatever, then some really gorgeous girl wants to marry you and you end up like every other hollywood couple, going to premiers, opening buildings and bridges, getting to be mayor..........can't see the point really. I mean, what would I do with all that money, the fame, the house in Bellaire..?

BTW Where do you live, Kirk? Oh Yeah! Hollywood.
Ack! I'd rather live on Mars.

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All the Woes of a World by Jonathan Icknield aka The Bryster

And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...