Then I got into an argument with some idiot who thought that because we'd never met the guy and didn't know his real name, we didn't have the right to be sad, or to mourn. The thing is, he really didn't seem to understand that it's possible to care about someone you hadn't met in the flesh, or even someone you hadn't interacted that much with, but who was always around, part of the background texture of your life. He thinks that you can't connect emotionally in any way with just someone's words, and seems to find it weird that you'd even think of people online as real people, or think of them at all when you're offline.
Screw him. He's wrong. But he's inspired me to let you guys know that I think about all of you, and care about all of you, even if we don't interact that much. Hell, even if I read you but you don't read me. If I see a depressed or out of character post, or you disappear unexpectedly, I'll notice and I'll care, even if I never say anything. (I should comment more, I just never know what to say when things are bad.) And when things are going well for you, it makes me happy too.
Er, yeah. Sorry about that. Normal service will be resumed shortly.
..Now, in fact. Anyone who's read posts about Steven Moffat's takeover of the top Who job should read loveandgarbage's PSA on the subject and subsequently accept my profound apologies.