Good morning, you Bloggers of Comic. I seem to have been up all night, now how did that happen? Anyway, I’m here now.
And today would have been Steve Gerber’s 61st birthday. I am sure he would want us all to have a party.
I think I’ve said all I possibly can in a public forum about how much Steve meant to me as a reader; have not yet exhausted all the things I can say in private life about him, and probably never will. Because, uh, among other reasons no one outside the comics blogosphere is likely to get how important that Steve connection was to me.
But anyway I’ll just mark this day, today, and I won’t mark his death-day’s anniversary when it comes around. His death-day, after all, did nothing for me. But his birthday did a lot to shape the person I am now, or at least most of the things I like about that person.
The truth is, I was lucky.
Or, actually, it wasn’t luck.
Englehart, see your doctor regularly. Ed, it wouldn’t kill you to pick up the goddamn phone once in a while.
Let’s all remember to bank a couple of dollars with The Hero Initiative if we can, some way — somehow I am hoping against hope that someone will volunteer to make a Man-Thing candle (or something) that I can buy for some truly outrageous price at my LCS, proceeds to go to. Something like that would make it easier for people to contribute, I think.
Steve, so long. And Happy Birthday. And thanks.
Hope they’ve got lots of paper towels where you are.