Stop giggling! Each and every one of you knows it; it's not as if I'm, y'know, ASHAMED of it. I got over that ages ago. No, today I cemented my nerdiness. I sent a fan letter to a blogger.
Okay, so it was Eric Burns of Websnark
, but still, VERY nerdy. And because I LOVE to share my nerdiness, I'm including the ENTIRE text of the letter ("Behind a cut, please?", you say. "Well, if I MUST!") This is one inSANELY nerdy email, because, well, it needed to be.
See, I KNOW I need to write. I KNOW I need to sit down and get some of this stuff out of my head. And I keep not doing it. Repeatedly. Don't believe me? Look at the date of the last post. Well, Eric's work keeps coming back to me. He's a hella good writer (go see, trust me) and he keeps putting stuff out. (Not so much at Websnark, lately, but still) It's never about whoever's reading it, it's about the one writing it. And I'm continually disappointed at myself for not putting forth the effort to put some of these things what are in my head together. (Mainly because I keep not getting a response from whoever's reading. See the fallacy?)
Anyway, I was prompted to write this because I was frustrated with Narbonic
. "Huh? Wha?", you say. "That's not Burns' comic". "Very true, but he pointed it out to me." "Oh." Anyway, I'd just slogged through the archives and found myself on the edge of a cliffhanger, with the end of the strip only a month and a half away (if Shaenon Garrity, the mad comic genius behind Narbonic meets her planned schedule) and I was wound up and wanted to blame someone for not having a resolution.
Having spent the better part of the last two weeks steeped in the mad scientist trope, I stuck with it before eventually ending it by saying what I needed to say: Thanks. The reasons why are all well-spelled out in the letter itself. Anyway, I've gone on long enough.( MegaNerdiness )