Couple of people have expressed concern over my big mouth and bad attitude, as in "Aren't you afraid of what the publishers will say?"
Short answer: No.
For those of you who worry that publisher displeasure will kill your shot at immortality, I've got a true story for you:
King Henry VIII of England (the fat guy with the wife fetish) got pissed off at a Catholic priest and translator named William Tyndale, who among other things was the first person to translate the Bible into English. For those of you who know what the Coverdale and Matthew's editions of the Bible are, those came from Tyndale's translations, too.
Henry didn't like this. He had Tyndale hunted down, thrown in prison, and then burnt at the stake in 1536. Tyndale's last words were supposed to have been, "Lord, open the King of England's eyes."
Fast forward a few years after Tyndale's execution. King Henry, probably remarried, issued a decree which ordered that a copy of the English-translated Bible be kept in every church in England.
Moral of the story: use a pseudonym.