Suboptimist

Another apology to Gabe and Tycho.

I found this strip (also from June of 2003) rather pertinent.

From the accompanying post:

I read the new Harry Potter book, all nine hundred or so pages of it, before I went to bed that day. I got it early, passing the mailman wearing the wizards hat, pushing down a little girl. I drove home with the book in my lap, singing a song which could not be transcribed, because it was the audible form of joy.

I have seen it discussed - is it good? Who cares. It’s not like you get a new Harry Potter book every day, you have to treasure this shit. I don’t slink home from the solar eclipse and be like, well, I’ve seen more invigorating natural phenomena. I know now the dark depths and dizzying highs of true fandom, and don’t fuck with me about this because I’ve got a nine hundred page hardcover in my grip. I’ll bat your head clean off and start running for first. First what, God only knows. I guess it all depends on where I kill you.