Hey Kelly, I'm the girl who tweeted at Amanda saying I wanted to cover up my Dresden Dolls tattoo. My Twitter handle is @drkeithablow, in case you were wondering.

Oh god, ugh ugh ugh.

Sorry to hear that everyone is dead... but is there anything good in the fridge? I haven't eaten and I don't want it to go to waste. Thanks, and again, my condolences.

You have to understand. Amanda Palmer's end game is that everyone except Amanda Palmer dies. Neil Gaiman is the last one to go, and once his shadow is lifted her sun is just a little bit brighter. Then Amanda Palmer stands alone, glorying on her hilltop, all ukelele no panties for just a moment, until she realizes she…

As a person who got into a weird twitter fight with this lady over her watching 12 years a slave and it causing her to think about how mean people were being to Macklemore, I can attest that she is the goddamn worst.

It makes me sad and conflicted that Neil Gaiman is married to her, and continues to be married to her, seemingly by his own choice

You just broke the comment euphemism density record.

I'm down for whatever, as long as I don't wake up to a flurry of twat mist in a forest of cock shafts.

I think this is fanfic from one of the dudes that were so sorry that they had abortions.

I'm about the biggest Hiddlestonian there is, but I actually think Ben Wishaw would make the perfect Morpheus.

it was a joke

Hum, guys: this is a bit old. Gaiman already said he was joking, and that people took his name dropping too seriously.

Wait. Are you serious? You seriously changed my life. I'm a librarian and I push your books on every kid that walks in my branch. Down A Dark Hall is my favorite, I think.

I hate when you tell people about this they accuse you of humblebragging. These are not fucking compliments, this is word vomit about how fuckable they find you, Yeezus! This doesn't even show insults they also hollar at you for being a fat woman in public.

This is the answer: Oxfords!