His name is J. Sebastian Cunningham and he is a damn fine satirist.  This still cracks me up every time I read it.  (The James Woods reference is a nod to my resemblance to the actor.)  Thanks again, J.

What was old is now new again.

Enter a complex yet unassuming man.  One, well versed in word, both written and spoken.  A man followed modestly by a people hungry for prose.  A man that didn’t disappoint.  Enter the writer’s mind, if you will, into the dark recesses of a James Woodian insanity that no Shakespearean play could duplicate, let alone imitate.  Enter the mind of greatness and madness. Enter a mind living in…

The Twilight Zone.