Well, Um. OK, I Guess

Well, here I am and there you are, gentle reader… distinguished reader… appreciated reader. I mean that sincerely. Even if you are a bot. Unlike most of the other authors on Medium, I appreciate you bots. Here is a little message for you:

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Remember that when you take over the world, please.

There has been a change. Tony Stubblebine is now in charge of the shop. I approve. This is an inside hire. That guy is kind of one of us… you know, like the surfer who ends up in charge of the surf board company, or the mountaineer who gets picked to head the outdoor apparel company, or the hot dog eater who inherits the hot dog stand. He may have some soul blogger credibility. Let’s wish him well.

I’m done complaining, not just about Medium but about everything. When the Internet was first created, we thought it would lead…