There's a nasty bit of me that, when I read the comments to mistersleepless' posts thinks "Why all the needless embellishments to the post? Just say that it rocked and leave it there, there's no need to go on about your terrible despair or that his latest page of fiction pulled you back from the brink of despair and suicide because if you really WERE about to end it all you can be assured that some interesting prose was not going to make life worth living - you overly dramatic fuckers. Moreover it doesn't matter how many times you post about your infantile attempts at writing, you are not going to become his bosom buddy because of a few bytes of shite".
Then I think "meh, live and let live - you're no Shakespear yourself".
Of course, I scream the same thing at the TV when I see the kiddies clammering to get an autograph by some talent school reject with hormone problems.