wilwheaton:

a-ginger-in-black:

wilwheaton:

I say this with love. Do not cite the old magic to me, friend. I was there when it was written.

I appreciate this … acceptance? It’s nice to be acceptable.

But I feel obligated to point out that I’ve been posting on this hellsite (affectionate) since at least 2008.

I don’t know what this invasion is, but I am not part of it. I’ve been here so long, I’m part of the furniture.

I’m not going to play the Elder card, but I am going to tap the sign.

It’s almost as if celebrities are people! Who do things like join social media platforms!

This is the man who wrote a 1,000-word essay about his childhood experience going to see Goncharov, for heaven’s sake. He belongs here.

I didn’t expect my original post up there (which, honestly, was amusing to me in a wry, gen x way) to blow up a little bit like it did, but I’m just overwhelmed with the outpouring of love and kindness and all the things that continue to make this hellsite (affectionate) worth protecting and defending until the sun goes out.

I am deeply grateful for your acceptance!

But that’s not why I reblogged this. I reblogged this because that thing I wrote about Goncharov is one of my favorite things I have ever written. I don’t recall another time I had that much fun writing anything. And it made me so happy to read it all over again, I wanted to share that happiness.

Remember how fun that was? That wonderful moment when we all just agreed to play a global improv game, and celebrated each other’s creativity? There were no bad ideas, just fun additions and the largest online gathering of Theater Kids And Associates the world has ever seen?

That only happened because Tumblr can’t not be Tumblr. And to bring it all back around, I’ve been here so long, I’m really happy to be one of the many Elders who care about nurturing it for the future, if I am ever allowed the privilege.