Anyone who lets his six-year-old watch Dr. Horrible is my automatic internet-BFF (willing or not).
PS My daughter is six, are arranged marriages frowned on these days?
You can blow up my Tumblr anytime.
Your polaroids rock my world.
You were such a delightful surprise. You seemed to just appear out of nowhere (to me anyway) and you are so funny and sweet.
The word you make me think of is “crisp.” In my head, that is how I characterize your humor. Since that doesn’t make sense, I’ll just say that equals good to me.
You are another strangely hard one. What is up with that? Your internet life is cool and your real life seems cool too. I guess that covers it.
Hope you got your real-life things worked out. I’ve missed your posts.
I wish I could color like you. And be as clever.
You don’t post as much as some people, but I’m always glad when you do.
I hope you are having fun, see you in 18 months.
Of course, everything you post is cool.
Best sister-in-law ever or best sister-in-law ever?
AND to Daniellei who started it all, I repeat what I said to her:
Of all the people I follow, you are the one that makes me think we could be awesome friends if we met in real life.
If you follow me, and I didn’t mention you, it is only because I haven’t followed you long enough to have something meaningful to say to you.
Well, that was educational (for me).
I guess I like you guys.
Just looking back through my posts today. I hope I didn’t freak anybody out. I might have freaked myself out a little, but I think it was worth it. I’ll try to wrap it up tomorrow, but I might actually have to get some work done.
I really love getting parenting things interspersed with your posts. I’m interested in how one pulls off the combination of being “cool, not-always-child-appropriate adult” and being a “parent”.
Ok, I’m out of time for today.
BECAUSE I HAVE A MADRID TRIP MEETING IN 30 MINUTES.
Just because I haven’t mentioned you yet, doesn’t mean I don’t have something to say.
I just thought I loved you until you posted that GPOYW picture of yourself, and then one of your daughter. After that, I knew I loved you. Your dream tweets make me spit out my coffee.
This one is MUCH harder than I thought it would be. I love everything you post, but I can’t figure out how to make that meaningful to you. I love the nature shots, the insights into your life, everything…hmm… sorry if that is disappointing
I would like to know more about you.
There is something just so, so prickly about you that I love.
I really look up to you. I don’t know how to be more specific about it, but I hope I can be as cool as you some day.
I can’t tell you how much I would like to accidentally run into you in DC.
I want to know who is responsible for this AWESOMENESSS.
You seem like someone I would really enjoy knowing in real life. You are smart and funny and then shockingly sweet. I’m kind of obsessed by what it would be like to have you over for dinner.
I know you are going through a rough time right now, and I wish we were real friends so I could do something useful, like do your laundry or mow your lawn.
I’m having trouble putting into words what I like about following you. It has something to do with the GenX dilemma (you are GenX, right? I am, and I think it takes one to know one). This sort of self-depreciating, slacker mentality combined with having grown up and procreated and having to kind of come to terms with the fact that you are worthwhile and pass that on to your children. Maybe that doesn’t resonate with you, but I think that is because I’m not saying it right.
I always feel really good when I get a “like” from you, because, for some reason, I’m under the impression you are a very discerning person. What have you done to give me that impression…well besides posting a video of your finger puppet berating you? I don’t know.
You make me smile. I wonder if you know how cool you are.
giromide (again, this one is for me)
Every time I see one of your audio posts, I know I’m in for a treat.