Well, it seems that Lonelygirl15 might be a scientologist. This would explain a lot. I don't wish to offend any of my scientologist readers or anything, and I know that when you say bad things about scientology they sort of mark you for life and all, but that is one batshit crazy religion.

Sarah and I had a long talk last night with our friend Amy (who is incidentally creating the world's cutest television pilot for Nick, Jr.) about mortal enemies and whether or not one ought to have them.

The long and short of the conversation was that we all agreed that you must never, ever defend yourself or your work against critics, because you end up looking like a jerk, even if you're a really great person who does a lot for kids. This is true 100% of the time, without exception in all of human history. So I am only going to look like a jerk if I start a feud with amazon reviewer D. Brown (whomever s/he might be).

ERGO: I would like to announce that D. Brown is no longer my mortal enemy. In fact, I want to make D. Brown my friend. I want to reconcile with D. Brown and put our painful shared past behind us. The thing is, though, that D. Brown and I cannot have our moving and heartwarming reconcilliation until I find out who D. Brown is.

And so begins an investigation the likes of which has not been seen since Danielbeast tried to light a candle beneath Aleister Crowley.