Insult, meet injury.

So I'm typing (almost) all the Fountain pieces, and I think I've done them all. But nooo, I missed one. It's a really long one too, and I'm near the end, and then I realize: this is the one where I liked it mostly except for the last paragraph, where the author proceeds to neatly undermine the last two solid pages of imagery and pretty words, where I wince like clockwork at every period.

I think I deserve a medal for typing that paragraph anyways.

... Now on to layout. Whee.

nota bene -- I'm really not as bitter as I seem about this -- not bitter at all, actually, I just enjoy complaining.