Little House in the Zombie Woods

It is never too early to practice the privileged role of "crotchety lady" when one complains about "how disrespectful youths are nowadays" so I commence my crotchety crusade with this: Parodying ancient/classic literature's gone too fucking far with the Snuggie Sutra. Okay, actually, that did not embody the element of the "mean, ornery neighborhood lady" I intended to channel, but it will suffice; it is perfect preparation for my complaints when juvenile literature becomes victim to supernatural parodies such as Little House in the Zombie Woods and The Very Hungry Vampire. So, while I wait for Hellsing and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, I am mindboggled beyond belief that Justin Bieber has lived long enough to have biographies written about him. Awrgh!