Of Mondays and Divas and Big Fat Hairy Deals

Posting will be light today and tomorrow, as I run frantically hither and yon, fetching ice-cold Pepsis for former governors and generally riding herd on the media.

But I will leave you with this nugget of advice, in the event that any of you dear readers become famous:

If you got famous as a member of the media, and then turn around and hide in the VIP room and refuse to do media because it's just "not something you're interested in," then consider yourself warned:  then venom directed at you by current members of the media will be something to behold, and you may want to watch your back.

Of course, this is all merely a long-winded addition to my Beyonce Principle:  If your name isn't Beyonce (or Cher, or Bono--in short, if you aren't so famous that you're a verb), then you don't get to act like a diva.