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The weirdest thing has been happening lately.
People come over, or call me and ask how it's going.
And I...inexplicably...have been saying things like:
"Good!" and "Alright, man. How are you?"
If you know me in real life, you'll know that my typical response to a polite inquiry like How are you is a long sigh and a bevvy of complaining. Not lately though. Lately, I've been in good spirits.
Some of this may be that I've stayed in the air-conditioning while the rest of the planet appears to be burning to a crisp out there.
It may also be that I have almost no obligations that need to be met at any specific time of the day or night.
But mostly, I think it's because the magazine is such enormous fun. I'm spending a ton of time on it, and I barely notice because it's such a rockin' good time. My ideas are good, I have many of the tools I need to carry them out--and the rest? Well, there's this thing called The Internets, where any and all needs can eventually be met.
People come over, or call me and ask how it's going.
And I...inexplicably...have been saying things like:
"Good!" and "Alright, man. How are you?"
If you know me in real life, you'll know that my typical response to a polite inquiry like How are you is a long sigh and a bevvy of complaining. Not lately though. Lately, I've been in good spirits.
Some of this may be that I've stayed in the air-conditioning while the rest of the planet appears to be burning to a crisp out there.
It may also be that I have almost no obligations that need to be met at any specific time of the day or night.
But mostly, I think it's because the magazine is such enormous fun. I'm spending a ton of time on it, and I barely notice because it's such a rockin' good time. My ideas are good, I have many of the tools I need to carry them out--and the rest? Well, there's this thing called The Internets, where any and all needs can eventually be met.
