As long as we’re sharing (and I can hear you now: ‘we? wait, who are you?’): a couple of months ago I first started to get the feeling that Gabe was getting… well, tired of us. Or of this. Or something like that. Possibly just paranoia on my part, but I kept sensing a certain exhaustion, a certain shortness on his part, like he was tiring of being our dancing, recapping, suffering, link-sharing monkey–and then we had not one but two guest weeks, and now Gabe has hired on a (lovely, welcome) assistant…

I hope I’m wrong. I really do. But I’m still getting that feeling regularly, and it does make me a little less eager to come to the site. If it’s a true feeling, then I hope things get better. If it’s just me being paranoid, then… well, I still hope things get better, but for me instead?

Please don’t hate us! (Us? Who are you?)

A couple of years ago I had surgery that damaged a nerve cluster in my shoulder, leaving me unable to raise my right arm above my head without fairly extreme awkwardness.

I think what I am trying to say is that today I feel mildly discriminated against by the internet.

Sadface.