Welp, the Kickstarter’s over (yay! thanks to everyone!), and we’re all holding our breath until tomorrow’s over.
Thus demonstrating there’s always hope amidst the horror. (Wubba lubba dub dub!)
But until we meet again on the flip side of the election… know that somewhere… out there…
[music swells]
Somewhere out there
beneath the pale monitor light
someone’s thinking of me
and typing to me tonight.
Somewhere out there,
The FSM’s typing a prayer
That we’ll message each other
In that big somewhere out there.
And even though I know how many lines of wire there are
It helps to think we might be watching the same YouTube star
And when the trolling comments sing their lonely lullabye,
it helps to think we’re blocking them with the same GUI.
Somewhere out there,
if spam filters can see us through,
then I’ll get your instant message,
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams
come true….
Look, if English can have changed enough that “eye” and “symmetry” used to rhyme, I can call a GUI a “gooey”. Am I right?
[music falters, Steve gets escorted offstage as the clip below rolls]
