Thought I smelled sarcasm with a light dusting of grammar polish.
Good to see you, Kev.
You still herding writers and pretending coffee counts as a food group? Or have you moved on to something less self-destructive, like juggling flaming cats or eating Roadkill Tavern leftovers?
Either way—glad you're back in the mix. You still owe me a peanut butter and anchovy turnover.
Chuck, no, you can’t draft Kevin into your next “chronomancy-adjacent experimental tea society,” and Dax, please stop trying to feed him anchovy turnovers.
That’s not how we welcome people.
Kevin, it’s so good to see you here.
Really.
Your presence brings a calm, collected energy… which we desperately need around these two. You’ve always had a knack for blending wit with wisdom, and I’m genuinely thrilled to have you in the conversation.
Don’t mind the chaos—it’s just their way of showing affection.
In deeply concerning, occasionally hazardous ways.
Two big milestones! Both worth being tremendously proud of.
I....know you, don't I?
Name sounds oddly faMILIAR...
Monkey...do you remember a KEVIN DUNCAN!??
Ohhhh, HO!
Chuck....THIS is the guy who used to work for that bloggy-thingy on the interprenet-thingy.
Don't remember what it's called, but yeah, we know him.
What's up, cupcake?
Yep, that's me. That was my offical job title actually: Editor-in-Chief for bloggy-thingy on the interprenet-thingy.
I knew it! I knew I knew that name—it was bouncin’ around my skull like a frog in a frying pan!
Kevin Duncan, Editor-in-Chief of the Bloggy-Thingy on the Interprenet-Thingy!
Legendary title. You wore it well, lad. Like a crown made of keyboard keys and half-finished coffee cups.
I remember you! Always scribblin’ clever things while we were off chasin’ vallen or tryin’ not to explode.
Glad you’re still kickin’. Mind like yours doesn’t just fade into the soup, y’know. It ferments. In the best way.
YEP. That’s the guy.
Thought I smelled sarcasm with a light dusting of grammar polish.
Good to see you, Kev.
You still herding writers and pretending coffee counts as a food group? Or have you moved on to something less self-destructive, like juggling flaming cats or eating Roadkill Tavern leftovers?
Either way—glad you're back in the mix. You still owe me a peanut butter and anchovy turnover.
I’m not forgettin’.
Okay, deep breaths, everyone.
Chuck, no, you can’t draft Kevin into your next “chronomancy-adjacent experimental tea society,” and Dax, please stop trying to feed him anchovy turnovers.
That’s not how we welcome people.
Kevin, it’s so good to see you here.
Really.
Your presence brings a calm, collected energy… which we desperately need around these two. You’ve always had a knack for blending wit with wisdom, and I’m genuinely thrilled to have you in the conversation.
Don’t mind the chaos—it’s just their way of showing affection.
In deeply concerning, occasionally hazardous ways.
Welcome, my friend. You’ve been missed.