Continuing with the apparent theme of oddballs writing about

stuff that hardly anyone thinks about, let alone cares

much for,

this book is an odd compendium of sloppy drawings,


hardly written essays and poorly researched

memoirs involving a subject that I still don't know anything

about even after having read the damned book.

If the author is reading this, would he or she please

send me a postcard telling me why you wrote a book in the

first place.