Fab (at) Four

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
But that won't stop my dancing
On my Blogiversary!

That's right, darlings -- The early spring orgy of celebration continues today, as we pause to commemorate four years of Roxin' the blogosphere. Can you believe it? Four years -- of comic punditry, of sentimental indulgence, of work avoidance, of queer/canine/feminazi talk back, of meditation on the glories of sport, of eye candy and other pretty things? Who would ever have thunk that what was begun as the whim of a Sunday afternoon would have lasted so long and evolved into the hot mess of words and images in which you now find yourself?

Of course, none of it would have happened without you, my legions of inexplicably loyal fans, who have hung with me through thick and thin, not to mention the shock and inconvenience of bodily death. Rest assured, my pretty boys and tough yet tender girls, that I am with you today in all the ways that matter, which is to say that I am a part of that universal heart that cannot leak or fail or stop or break.

Thanks for being here. Love me do, sweet things, you know I love you. No sorrow today -- Let's dance.