Is this thing on? Good gracious is it ever dusty.
Hello there, ladies and dudes. It is I, your triumphant returning champion, Evin.
Who is that, you say? Well... That is an awfully good question. I... used to be here all the time. I think I still technically have one of the highest post counts (and I used to actually care about that way back in the day). But I'm assuming that at least 80% of you have no clue who I am. That's fine, you are forgiven. We won't hold that against you. It is rather my fault, anyways.
Long story short, in ages past, in the long-long ago, when I was but a wee lad, I adored this place more than most anything. Ravenously so. OCD-levels of love, here. But, as time makes fools of us all, I eventually got something resembling a life (not to say that people who ARE here all day do not have one, merely that I was relatively lifeless back in the days when I could spend my existence here. But I digress...). Due to my aforementioned love of this place and its people, I was rather... intense about making sure I had read everything. So when I got busy, if I missed a day I'd get all stressed out and it would be harder to come back because I knew I had a day's worth of posts to read through before I would let myself rejoin the discussion. That leads to more missed days, and more missed days, and I believe that is what the kids call a vicious circle. I think anyone who was around at the time could probably remember that I'd occasionally drop off the face of the planet for weeks at a time. This is why.
Anyhoo, I have returned from my long absence in the wastes of Siberia. Or like, Uganda or something. Pick one. Whatever.
This is not entirely without ulterior motives, however. Part of that "not-being-here" thing I did for a few years, and the reason this thread is in Paint nby Numbers, is that I was slowly but surely building up speed to the point where I too could sustain my own ongoing comics project. That time is now, and, to be completely honest, I never really picked that ball back up again when I fell off the face of the internet here on the SnF forums, so when it comes to, y'know, telling people about this thing, short of pestering everyone at work I kinda am walking on baby-legs when it comes to getting out there and getting people reading.
Now, trust me, as anyone from the old days can attest, I hate people showing up here just to plug something just as much as the rest of you do, if not moreso. That is not something I am here to do. Plugging my thing may be the catalyst for me finally breaking my silence and reintroducing myself, but it is certainly not the reason that I actually let myself do so. I have too much respect for Sam, as well as all of the people I knew way back when and all the people I haven't met who call this place home now to do that. I loved this place back in the day because it was warmer and friendlier and cuddlier than anywhere else I had ever been, and I'm hoping that that remains true. I am trusting that you guys will be just as welcoming as you always were, and can forgive a dude who kindof disappeared on you.
That is a very long bit of babbling, but, in short, I am back. I might not be here all day like I used to be, and my return is admittedly predicated by a desire for caring support, but I am not here to plug-and-run. I want to be a part of this place now as much as I wanted to be a part of this place back then. I'm just sorry it took a few years for me to get the guts to do so. So if there's anyone left who remembers me, hey. To everyone new, um, I'm sorry if I don't understand any of your in-jokes. Try forgive an old-timer.
I <3 you all. It's good to be back.
(Oh, and, y'know.... http://knifestone.net