Quick update on the Michael Malice situation and afterwards, a slight tangent.

Note that among the Funsters mocking Jen, there are semi-civilians, including Brian Keene, one of Jennifer's author colleagues who stomped her a while back.
Now the slight tangent:
We've discussed how Boomia, Dan and HoneyBadger (and Ms HoneyBadger's bazzongas, bless her) really know how to get Pat riled up. But I'd like to argue that Patty Meatloaf is getting close to the Pantheon, because she can make the pig dance in the most inventive ways.
Now she has decided that since Pat believes he's a great comedian, he'd definitely enjoy a few dumb dad jokes about some of his takes. That's it, a silly joke and nothing more.
It's dumb. It's simple. It's harmless. It's meaningless.
And that is something Pat just won't stand for.

Look again at the silly jokes above: every single one has one response. Can you guess from whom?
This is why Jennifer is
the perfect lolcow: it is easy to find someone who'll chimp out when being trolled hard. But it takes a
very special kind of person to act so incredibly stupid and publicly waste his life away responding to the
mildest of ribbings.
It's these little things take make him so compelling... even when he's not actually doing anything, there's always,
always, this basal, background level of autism that guarantees you'll get at least a little chuckle.
To summarize:

While the Patverse has an imense mass,
his fast Girth Inflation Period made it so his density is very low (mostly blubber). Low, but never zero: you can always identify the Backgroud Autism Radiation.
