It's not too late to donate to the AIDS Foundation in the name of my ridiculously stubborn efforts to work through the pain! I'm not too far away from my $3,000 goal. And speaking of goals, rowanceleste, I haven't forgotten about your BSG finale recap (I assume you want a TWoP-style recap and not just one of my silly episode posts, right?). incidentist, I haven't forgotten about your post either, although, to be honest, I haven't really read a book in the last year, per se, worthy of your prompt. Hm, Sandman may fall in that time frame, though, except I already posted about it. maxymama, if you would like any sort of post, you can still claim one. loopychew, I think I'm still supposed to get questions from you to answer.
Now that I have gone two paragraphs without mentioning Veronica Mars, let me do that! Except not really, because what I really want to do is welcome the several lurkers who came out of the woodwork in my last post. Don't be a stranger, and thank you so much for your incredibly kind comments. One of my neurotic obsessions is that I fear I will never affect people's lives in any meaningful way, that I will never leave my mark on the world, but it appears I've already done so. Even though I don't feel like I've done that much at all, I'm glad I enhanced other people's Veronica Mars experience.
Consider this a Delurking Amnesty Post, by the way! Always wanted to say hi but were too shy? This is your chance!
And speaking of chasing after women naked with a chainsaw, a few of you were very miffed when I did not give any warning that I would be in Philadelphia. So I am giving you fair warning that I will be in Chicago from June 1 to June 5 for a conference. My time will be limited, I'm sure. All I know for sure is that I want to see Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind again and meet maka2000 in the process. That would be Saturday. I really have no idea about my availability since it's a work event and there may be necessary networking dinners and whatnot, but at least we can try. I'll be staying at this dump.
Finally, on Friday morning, I got in the elevator of my office building. On the other side of the elevator was...my running coach. He works two floors above me.
Life is WEIRD.