A publishing type writes in with the following screed about “that Sweetpie idiocy place”: “Sweetiepie or whatever it’s called is empty almost every night. As I hate [literary agent] Luke Janklow (lunch canceller of epic proportion; I think we’re at six times), it makes me happy to walk home every night and see his wife’s elitist shithole blaze empty through its massive glass panes. I don’t even feel bad.” Apparently not! Lesson here: Think twice before canceling that lunch.