Dear friends,
The mood and circumstances around here demand a long victory lap and plenty of celebrating and plan-making, but alas, time demands only a peek and a wave hello. I’m at my parents’ house this week, working at the LuthorCorp plant outside of Philadelphia. Because I’m working on a special project for LuthorCorp during the day—no, we’re not making kryptonite—and because I don’t like to monopolize the rents’ computer at night, my online time this week will be almost nonexistent. Yet I could not wait until the end of the week, when I come back to New York, to thank every one who commented, or who called, or wrote, in response to last Thursday’s “My Life as a Droopy cartoon” post. I had written it as a necessary battle cry against the things that made me miserable. I had no idea that it would strike such a chord. I certainly had no idea that so many of you were still reading, or would respond. As much as it sounds like fishing for compliments, I promise that it is not. I know that new content around here has been sparse, and what content there is isn’t up there with the better work I’ve done in the past, so I really believed that I had taken a good thing, i.e. the friendship and goodwill and meeting-of-minds that I had found here, and essentially lost it. To discover otherwise astonishes and gladdens me. Thank you, everyone. You really do meet the nicest people on the internets.
I will be home on Friday night, and I will have stories to tell. They will not, I repeat not, be about LuthorCorp. 